The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 742

Chapter 742: 742

All right, all right, your Saint Court is the freaking best!

So awesome that no one remembers you!

Qin Jun sneered to himself, and Ji Yongsheng, who could peer into his soul, instantly flew into a rage.

"Do you understand the glory of the Saint Court?"

"Without the Saint Court, there would be no Human Clan today!"

"How would you of today understand the glory of the Saint Court back then!"

Qin Jun outright ignored the fuming Ji Yongsheng; he was annoyed as well.

First, there was Tathāgata, and now he had to worry about other major forces.

It seemed the sooner he subdued the Western Domain, the better!

Given Qin Jun’s understanding of the Western Domain, if all the major forces around the world set their sights on the Southern Domain, Tathāgata would certainly interfere, and might even take advantage of the chaos to widely convert monks, dealing several more stabs to the firmament of the Great Qin heaven.

"All right, I’ve said what I needed to say. If you dare mess around before entering the Chosen’s Mansion, you will certainly hasten the attention of various forces on the Southern Domain, and after you enter the Chosen’s Mansion, the various forces will fear you," said the Black Butterfly Fairy before turning to leave.

"Wait!" Qin Jun suddenly called out.

Causing the Black Butterfly Fairy to stop in her tracks, she looked at him with surprise.

"Your master died in a battle with the immortals and gods, so why do you now hold in such high esteem the Chosen’s Mansion, a representative of the immortals and gods?" Qin Jun couldn’t help but ask. It wasn’t because Ji Yongsheng had asked him to; he wanted to ask.

Without realizing it, he had started to treat Ji Yongsheng as a master. Every time the Black Butterfly Fairy was mentioned, Ji Yongsheng would fall silent. Sure enough, Ji Yongsheng was silent again now.

Upon hearing this, the Black Butterfly Fairy’s face slightly changed, and her expression grew complex.

"The world has greatly changed. To survive, one must bow before immortals and gods. I’m telling you to go to the Chosen’s Mansion not to defy your will, nor to betray you, but to urge you to be patient. Do you really want to fail a second time?" The Black Butterfly Fairy’s eyes seemed to bear a mournful hint as her voice was filled with fluctuation, "Once you become powerful, I will join you in fighting against all the immortals and gods in the heavens."

After saying this, the Black Butterfly Fairy’s figure flickered, and she disappeared on the spot.

Qin Jun stood there, dumbfounded. After a long while, he swore loudly, "Damn! I was asking for your master! The way you spoke, it’s like I’m your master!"

He was full of frustration, especially from the Black Butterfly Fairy’s last look, full of silent reproach, as if he was some heartless scoundrel, which annoyed him greatly.

Eventually, he suppressed his frustration and continued to add herbs into the crucible.

Breaking through to the Golden Immortal Realm sooner was what truly mattered!

...

A day later, at noon, a thunderous boom suddenly came from the Western Domain, startling the entire Great Qin heaven and all domains around the Western Domain.

Qin Jun, who was practicing in the Imperial Garden, opened his eyes, realizing that Xiang Yu and Hou Yi were officially starting their battle with Tathāgata.

Terrifying roars kept coming, causing the entire Southern Domain and the celestial world to be in shock.

The officials of the fifth rank and above who had attended the court meeting two days prior understood what was happening, and all were silently praying for Hou Yi and Xiang Yu to be victorious.

Bai Ze, who was dealing with complications, looked up; her seat faced the entrance, allowing her to see the blue sky outside the palace.

"The Western Domain, Tathāgata, is quite an impressive figure," Bai Ze said, eyes narrowed in contemplation.

In her previous life, she hadn’t belonged to the same era as Tathāgata, but she could sense his strength.

Even from a great distance, she could feel the powerful aura coming from the west, alarming even her present self.

At this moment, not only she, but also Jiang Ziya, Liu Bowen, Zhuge Liang, Evening Star, and Shen Gongbao, five literary officials, were predicting the outcome of the battle in the Western Domain.

In the skies above Saint City, Li Yuanba ascended into the void, followed by Yuan Hong, Nezha, Nine-headed Insect, Lv Yue, Pipa, Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng, Giant Spirit God, Li Jing, Kua Fu, Lei Zhenzi, Red Boy, Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, the Sixth Golden Crow, King Huang Feng, and others. The gods and demons also flew over.

Countless warriors and monks also flew up into the skies above the Holy City to feel that terrifying combat aura.

"So strong..."

"This is even more astonishing than the battle between the Monster Ancestor and Tathāgata!"

"Nonsense! You’ve never heard that Hou Yi shot dead the Demon Ancestor with two arrows?"

"I hope they can save the Great Sage."

"Is that E’zang who captured the Great Sage really a Westerner?"

"Western or not, I hope they turn the Western Realms upside down. I’ve long been displeased with it!"

The buzz of conversation echoed above the Holy City.

Atop Saint Sect Peak, Zhu Yanqing and Chang’e stood on the edge of a cliff, two women composing a breathtaking scene, sadly unseen by any.

"Sister Chang’e, do you think they will win?" Zhu Yanqing asked, her voice soft as she parted her lips.

If even Hou Yi and Xiang Yu could not win, how would Qin Jun confront the Western Realms, how would he rescue Sun Wukong?

"I don’t know, but I do know His Majesty will have the last laugh," replied Chang’e, her expression calm, as if the war in the Western Realms could not stir any emotion in her heart.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yanqing’s expression subtly changed, then she shook her head with a smile.

The tumult of the war in the Western Realms was staggering, sweeping across the heavens and earth.

Qin Jun closed his eyes and once again entered a state of cultivation; regardless of the outcome, he had contingency plans.

As long as he maintained his composure!

Hold steady!

We will surely win!

"Who exactly are you? Dare you state your names!"

Tathāgata’s voice, filled with rage, spread from the west, causing all realms to tremble and countless people to gasp.

"Great Qin Heavenly Court! Hou Yi!"

"Overlord of Western Chu! Xiang Yu!"

Two roars rose at the same time, their voices merging together, creating a shock even more potent than Tathāgata’s.

Qin Jun’s face twitched slightly, but he did not open his eyes, while inside the Holy City a thunderous cheer erupted.

Countless monks and civilians were shouting the names of Hou Yi and Xiang Yu.

The battle raged on, the momentum stronger. The roar of Xiang Yu and the sound of Hou Yi’s arrows, even over tens of millions of miles, were enough to make one’s blood boil.

It wasn’t until dusk that the battle finally ended.

No one knew the outcome of the fight, including Qin Jun, who could only quietly wait for the return of Hou Yi and Xiang Yu.

"System, can Hou Yi and Xiang Yu win?"

Qin Jun remained seated in the furnace, not having opened his eyes since the beginning of the fight. He was waiting to open them upon the return of Hou Yi and Xiang Yu.

He’d even prepared for the worst-case scenario.

Which was that Hou Yi and Xiang Yu might die in battle.

The strength of Tathāgata in his mind was indescribable. Perhaps some said that during the Journey to the West, the saints withdrew to the heavens and the truly powerful did not intervene, allowing Tathāgata to dominate.

But a sovereign is, after all, a sovereign.

"That depends on Tathāgata’s injuries," answered the system.

The subtext being, if Tathāgata were not grievously wounded by Randeng, defeat for Hou Yi and Xiang Yu was certain.

Qin Jun clenched his teeth slightly and could only continue his body tempering.

He had no choice but to trust Hou Yi and Xiang Yu, to believe they would not die in battle, and perhaps they might even win.

The moon set and the sun rose.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed. Qin Jun stayed all the while in the Imperial Garden, cultivating. Even when Daji came to persuade him, he never rose from the furnace.

That day at noon, Pipa suddenly appeared in front of the furnace. She had been appointed by Qin Jun as the steward of the Imperial Garden because she herself did not like to join the military or engage in politics; staying in the Imperial Garden, she was content with the tranquility.

"Your Majesty, Hou Yi and Xiang Yu have returned," said Pipa softly, her gaze toward Qin Jun full of worry and pity.