The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 691: Dragon Emperor and Qin

Chapter 691: Chapter 691: Dragon Emperor and Qin

"Go to the Southernmost Sea to find me nine dragons, they must be formidable. Then have someone craft a golden palanquin!"

Qin Jun waved his hand with a smile, Bai Ze understood immediately what he intended to do.

Nine dragons pulling a palanquin!

Indeed, it was befitting his status as a Saint Emperor.

Bai Ze nodded, bowed, and then turned to leave.

Qin Jun sat down and began to consider who to take with him to the Central Wilderness.

Sun Wukong and Luo Shixin had already accompanied him once; it was time for others.

...

Three days later.

In front of the Junzheng Hall, a two-zhang-high golden palanquin quietly sat at the foot of the stairs. The palanquin was luxurious and grand, exuding a Supreme aura. Around the golden palanquin lay nine dragons, each five zhang in length with scales of varying colors, all possessing the cultivation of the True Immortal Realm.

When the Sea Dragon Clan of the Southernmost Sea heard that Qin Jun needed dragons to pull his palanquin, they were overwhelmed with excitement, not feeling humiliated at all.

Following the Saint Emperor was surely an opportunity.

The compensation Qin Jun offered them was also very generous, ensuring they harbored no resentment.

Soon, Qin Jun emerged, surrounded by civilian and military officials.

This time, he was prepared to bring along Yang Jian, Hou Yi, Bai Ze, and an entourage of fifty imperial guards.

"Your Majesty, take me with you, I’m so bored staying here!" Li Yuanba feigned grievance, and it was quite amusing to see him act cute.

Qin Jun replied irritably, "You should give others a chance to shine, too. Guarding this place is also a merit!"

After speaking, he looked towards Daji and her four companions; Li was still undergoing inheritance in the Dragon Palace, so she couldn’t see him off.

"Be careful," Daji cautioned, and what You Fenghuang, Zhu Yanqing, and Wang Xue said was also similar to her sentiment.

Qin Jun nodded with a smile, then turned to Liu Ruolai for instructions, "Naughty girl, while I’m away, stay put in the Holy City. And no cultivation, remember that!"

Liu Ruolai’s lively nature made Qin Jun somewhat uneasy about leaving her behind.

"Don’t worry!" Liu Ruolai pouted, feeling a warm sensation in her heart.

On the other side, Hou Yi with the Shooting Sun God Bow on his back approached the golden palanquin. Yang Jian did the same. Hou Yi exuded a wild and domineering presence, while Yang Jian appeared valiant and brave. The two standing together seemed as though they would not fear even if the heavens fell.

Bai Ze was still dressed in white, wearing a fur hat, looking like the girl next door, who would have thought of her as one of Great Qin’s top military strategists.

After delegating some matters, Qin Jun stepped into the golden palanquin.

The nine dragons rose up and, after a few roars, dashed into the void. Yang Jian, Hou Yi, Bai Ze, and the fifty imperial guards followed closely behind.

The journey from the Great Qin celestial court to the Central Wilderness would take at least ten days at the fastest, and Luo Bingxun of the Nether King Palace had already been executed by Qin Jun.

This was a presence in the midst of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, one that couldn’t be allowed to return to the mountain.

As for subduing him, Qin Jun simply did not have the mood or time for that.

"Upon His Majesty’s return, the Great Qin celestial court shall leap forward again," Liu Bowen said with a chuckle while stroking his beard. The civilian and military officials looked at each other and smiled.

Every time Qin Jun left, it would create an earth-shattering disturbance.

This time might be no exception.

The nine True Immortal Realm dragons flew swiftly. In the palanquin, Qin Jun felt no jolts and began to meditate in the lotus position.

Yang Jian and the others rode clouds, trailing closely behind.

In less than half a day, they had flown out of the Southern Domain’s celestial realm. On their way to the Central Wilderness, they would pass near the Western Region, and to avoid an attack by Tathāgata, they had to detour.

Time thus raced by, and their departure went without fanfare, as Great Qin’s heavenly court continued to operate as usual.

...

Central Wilderness.

The desolate mountains stretched on for tens of thousands of miles, with the sky shrouded in gloomy clouds, absent of thunder and heavy rain, casting a very oppressive atmosphere between heaven and earth.

The Dragon Emperor sat on a hillside cultivating, with tens of thousands of monks encamped behind him. Most had varying degrees of injuries, and there were even corpses.

A towering figure slowly approached the Dragon Emperor—it was none other than Meng Tian. Ten thousand years had passed, and his appearance had not changed significantly, but his aura had undergone earth-shattering changes, in no way inferior to that of the Dragon Emperor.

"Are you alright?" asked Meng Tian with a somber voice, his iron armor stained with blood, clearly having just endured a fierce battle.

The Dragon Emperor opened his left eye, revealing that his right eye was drenched in blood with a grisly scar, looking exceedingly ghastly.

Without turning his head, he looked toward the horizon and said softly, "It’s nothing, just a minor injury."

"Wang Jian and Li Si have been captured, we must rescue them!" Meng Tian said gravely.

After ten thousand years together, Meng Tian, Wang Jian, and Li Si had become as close as brothers, their past grudges long forgotten.

The Dragon Emperor stood up and turned to look at Meng Tian. Although the bleeding in his right eye had stopped, it was still a horrifying sight. He said firmly, "Of course we must rescue them, but if we go now, it will only be a suicide mission. With Wang Ci’s cultivation, even if you and I join forces, we’re no match for him—let alone now that the Demon Ancestor has also sent demon kings to intervene."

Wang Ci, the lord of Nether King Palace, ranked twenty-seventh on the Dominance Leaderboard.

Meng Tian clenched his teeth, his heart burning with anger, but then he seemed to remember something and hurriedly said, "Didn’t Your Majesty already establish the Great Qin heavenly court? Why don’t we ask for support from them?"

The Dragon Emperor gave a wry smile and said, "The Great Qin heavenly court has only just been established, and it’s under the jurisdiction of the God Temple. Do you think it is qualified to contend with the Nether King Palace?"

At that, Meng Tian fell silent.

"Tsk, tsk, I knew you guys would be here!"

Just then, a sinister cold laugh suddenly filled the air, causing both the Dragon Emperor and Meng Tian’s expressions to change drastically.

...

"Ding! Side quest triggered—Rescue the Dragon Emperor and Qin! Quest details: The Dragon Emperor and Qin have been captured by the Nether King Palace and the Demon Ancestor working together. If the host can rescue them from the Central Wilderness, they will receive one God and Demon summoning opportunity, one chance at the God and Demon pinnacle, and one random lottery draw!"

Qin Jun, who was in the midst of cultivating, was startled by the sudden system notification.

The Dragon Emperor and Qin’s forces in trouble?

Qin Jun frowned deeply, realizing that triggering this mission meant that the Dragon Emperor was desperately hoping for Qin Jun to rescue them.

Six days had passed since he left the Great Qin heavenly court, but the Central Wilderness was still far away, and he did not know where exactly the Dragon Emperor and his people were.

Boom——

Just then, a thunderous explosion came from up ahead.

"What’s happening?" Qin Jun asked quickly.

"Your Majesty, there’s a battle ahead. The strongest among them is merely at the Golden Immortal Realm, not a concern," reported Yang Jian, his voice reaching inside the palanquin.

Meanwhile, a few hundred kilometers away, a group of young cultivators was surrounding a man in a grey robe in battle, casting an array of spells that left the surrounding mountains riddled with craters and filled with the haze of scorched earth.

"Roguish Evil, hand over the Night Eyed Epiphyllum now!"

A young man in white demanded sternly, clenching his sword and pointing its blade directly at the man in the grey robe.

The grey-robed man, with a sly and shifty appearance wielded a long whip. Although involved in the fight, he seemed rather at ease, his gaze constantly wandering over the female cultivators.

He, at the third level of the Golden Immortal Realm, found it easy to handle a group of cultivators at the True Immortal and Immortal Realms.

"Tsk, tsk, things that Roguish Evil sets his eyes on never slip through my fingers; it doesn’t matter if you are disciples of the Nether King Palace or even the Hall of Heavenly Destiny, I would still snatch them away!" the man in black robe laughed heinously.