The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 82: Buddhism Master

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Buddhism Master

After exiting the canyon, there was a wide river several dozen meters across, and seeing that it was getting late, the group stopped to rest.

With a splash!

The Cangjun Wolf leaped directly into the river, as its wounds had already healed and it wanted to quickly wash away the bloodstains on its body.

Qin Jun also stepped out of the carriage, dirty himself, especially with scabs of blood, which made him uncomfortable all over. Before leaving, he purposely waved to Daji and said, "Come on, let’s bathe together, and we can scrub each other’s backs. Why not enjoy it?"

"Pfft! Shameless!"

Not far away, Qin Yu muttered under his breath, and the others also looked at Qin Jun and Daji with strange glances. In particular, Daji’s peerless beauty and curvaceous figure made them curious to look more, but they dared not stare too long for fear of angering her, since she was a terrifying existence capable of flicking the Cangjun Wolf away with a single finger.

With an alluring smile, Daji then gracefully walked towards Qin Jun, making the guards envious and jealous.

Qin Jun was instantly excited, could it be that he had finally conquered Daji, and in the river, no less? How shy!

He forcibly suppressed his excitement, took Daji’s hand, and led her upstream. The river bent after fifty meters or so, where they could use the trees for cover.

"Youth is indeed wonderful," said Jia Xun with a sigh. He wasn’t worried about Qin Jun meeting any misfortune, as with Daji accompanying him, his safety was much higher than theirs.

Qin Yun couldn’t help but lick his lips with envy, saying, "Third brother is truly blessed to have such a woman by his side. I would rather have her company than wealth and honor."

Great!

Fortunately, this kid has no chance of accession to the throne, otherwise the Qianyue Kingdom would be the next Shang Dynasty.

Before long, from around the river’s bend and behind the trees, came Qin Jun’s screams and the sound of someone falling into the water, which made Qin Yun and the others even more agitated.

Damn, they were even playing around in such a thrilling manner.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun, drenched like a drowned rat, indignantly said to Daji, who was covering her mouth and laughing softly at the riverbank, "You’re betraying my love for you!"

In response, Daji rolled her eyes and said with annoyance, "We’re merely master and servant, not husband and wife."

In this world, there’s no such thing as divorce. If one takes wedding vows, one must stay together for life. Even if they wished to separate, it could only be the husband who dismisses the wife, similar to ancient Huaxia. Hence, betraying love was a greatly frowned upon act.

Of course, as a member of the Demon Clan, Daji’s thinking might be more liberal.

"Aren’t fox spirits known for their love of absorbing men’s Yang energy? Why don’t you come then? I’m all yours for the taking!" Qin Jun said with a suspicious look, as if Daji was a fake fox spirit.

"Absorbing Yang to complement Yin isn’t the skill of our fox demons. That idea clearly comes from your Human Clan. Moreover, I am a Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox. How could I resort to such despicable tricks?" Daji pretended to be annoyed.

Really?

Qin Jun was full of skepticism. Upon further thought, Daji in ’Investiture of the Gods’ wasn’t that promiscuous after all, plus this Daji wasn’t being controlled by anyone powerful and used as a mere tool, so she couldn’t be measured by the Daji of ’Investiture of the Gods.’

Actually, King Zhou was quite wronged. Unfortunately, history is written by the victorious, and coupled with the popularity of ’Investiture of the Gods,’ he ended up labeled as a tyrant.

Luckily for him, he wasn’t the most miserable. Emperor Yang Guang of the later Sui Dynasty was even more pitiful.

After that, Qin Jun stopped teasing Daji, and started to bathe by himself. Daji also jumped into the river. Even though she was still wearing her clothes, once they were soaked, the outlines that were revealed caused Qin Jun’s eyes to pop.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

Qin Jun immediately turned around, as he was in no position to conquer Daji anyway—out of sight, out of mind!

Ten minutes later, Qin Jun came to shore wearing a new set of white clothes. Daji followed, and in front of Qin Jun’s astonished gaze, mist started to rise from her body. The wet clothes visibly dried up in a blink of an eye, and soon she looked as if she had never entered the water at all.

"Can you teach me?" Qin Jun moved closer to ask. With this trick, bathing would be so much more convenient in the future, and he wouldn’t even need to hang clothes to dry.

"Actually, it’s just the application of demonic power. Your Human Clan’s spiritual power can also be used in the same way," Daji said with a smile, and then she proceeded to explain the key points to Qin Jun.

It was essentially about stimulating spiritual power from every pore in the body to evaporate the moisture on the skin, a process that required a tremendous amount of spiritual power, especially to generate heat with that power. This was extremely difficult for low-level cultivators.

But Qin Jun was far from a low-level cultivator.

After drying his clothes with the evaporated moisture, Qin Jun regained his graceful youthful appearance and, hand in hand with the celestial-like Daji, returned to the group. Jia Xun and the others couldn’t help but be dazzled. It had to be said, Qin Jun and Daji standing together were quite the match.

Of course, there was one person who didn’t think so, and that was Qin Yu.

"Hmph! Sooner or later, I’ll kill you and take your woman!"

Qin Yu cursed bitterly in his heart, but unfortunately for him, he had long been on Qin Jun’s hit list and wouldn’t last much longer.

As dusk fell and the guards lit a campfire, darkness enveloped the surroundings, the river shimmering with the gleam of light, occasionally disturbed by fish leaping out of the water.

That night passed without incident. With the presence of the Golden Elixir Realm Cangjun Wolf, most demonic creatures dared not approach. In the Qianyue Kingdom, not many demonic beasts had condensed a Monster Core, most of them hiding deep within the mountains.

The night went by quietly, and the group set out at the crack of dawn the next day.

According to Jia Xun’s estimate, it would take about half a month to reach the Nanzhuo Dynasty, and since the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition selection would continue for a month, Qin Jun was in no hurry.

Nearing noon, the group emerged from the forest onto a desolate plain.

"There’s something ahead!"

The captain of the guard, leading the way, suddenly shouted, bringing the procession to a halt. Qin Yu and Qin Yun quickly stepped out of their carriage, standing on the footboard to look ahead.

Through the swirling dust and sand, a figure was approaching them.

"Keep moving. It’s just one person; what is there to fear!"

Jia Xun scoffed in displeasure. They were representatives of the royal family, and to be frightened by a single person was something that would invite ridicule if word got out.

The embarrassed captain of the guard quickly signaled for the convoy to move on.

The Cangjun Wolf, trailing beside the last carriage, squinted its eyes, while the Roaring Sky Dog on the footboard of the carriage also opened its eyes, both of them focusing on the approaching figure in the distance.

"He’s here!"

Qin Yu exclaimed excitedly in a low voice, causing the adjacent Blood Sword King to frown and ask, "Your Highness, is he the one you sent for?"

"Yes."

Qin Yu nodded slightly and then jumped down from the footboard, advancing shoulder to shoulder with the Blood Sword King.

"That’s a Buddhist cultivator with strong cultivation. Be respectful when you meet him," Qin Yu advised the Blood Sword King.

Buddhism?

The Blood Sword King’s expression turned unnatural. Although there were monks in the Qianyue Kingdom, they paled in comparison to the true practitioners of Buddhism.

The influence of Buddhism was so vast that even he was unclear about its extent. Every kingdom he visited, including the Imperial Dynasty, had traces of Buddhist disciples, all of whom held positions of high esteem.

Buddhist cultivators were much stronger at subduing demons and slaying monsters than ordinary cultivators because their Buddhist teachings were lethally harmful to evil spirits.

"Inviting a Buddhist expert, Your Highness must be planning to go all out," the Blood Sword King thought to himself. The Qianyue Kingdom was extremely hostile towards Buddhism, and not a single Buddhist cultivator was employed by the court, a prejudice passed down from Emperor Taizu himself.