The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 92: Golden Elixirs Everywhere

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Golden Elixirs Everywhere

"My mouth is not clean? Come closer and see, it’s absolutely clean!"

Qin Jun pointed to his own mouth and laughed, causing the woman in white to blush and spit, "Philanderer!"

At this point, Ye Xuan couldn’t stand it any longer. He said coldly, "If you disdain us, we can just leave. Why must you insult us like this?"

Qin Jun was left speechless. We kindly took you in, and you mock Qin Yun; now you act like you’re the ones bullied? Is there no justice left?

"Your Highness, please don’t be angry. These young heroes meant no harm; by common sense, immortals are indeed just legends," Fa Hai spoke up from atop his horse, causing Qin Jun to narrow his eyes.

Only then did Ye Xuan and his companions realize why Qin Jun was being so harsh; it was because they had doubted the existence of immortals earlier.

Having been offered a way out by Fa Hai, Qin Jun naturally wouldn’t make things difficult for them any longer. The group of five had been somewhat presumptuous but had not truly offended him.

"Let’s continue moving forward, and not waste any time."

After dropping that line, Qin Jun slipped back into the carriage, leaving Ye Xuan and the others looking at each other in confusion.

The woman in white gritted her teeth and said, "He’s too hateful!"

"He’s very strong," the woman in red casually interjected, surprising the others as they turned to look at her.

Zong Yan’s eyes widened in disbelief. "But he looks so young."

Qin Jun’s face was somewhat youthful-looking, probably around sixteen or seventeen years old, yet he was deemed very strong by the woman in red.

Ye Xuan frowned in silence, deep in thought.

Jia Xun came over smiling. "That’s just how our His Highness King Yue is; don’t take it to heart."

Qin Yun followed up, saying, "Yes, no matter who he faces, my royal brother is like that—sharp-tongued but with a heart of tofu."

As he spoke those words, he himself didn’t believe them. Qin Jun was not only sharp-tongued but also had a heart like a blade, showing no mercy in killing.

"Could he also be participating in the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition?" the woman in white asked doubtfully. Zong Yan’s eyes lit up at the thought of teaching Qin Jun a lesson during the competition, but with the Cangjun Wolf present, he dared only to be angry, not to speak out.

Qin Yun nodded and said, "That’s right, don’t underestimate my royal brother. Though young, he broke through to the Golden Elixir Realm not long ago!"

Golden Elixir Realm!

Ye Xuan and the others paled at the revelation, while Jia Xun couldn’t help but facepalm, not even getting the chance to stop Qin Yun from speaking.

Is this kid doing this on purpose?

On the surface pretending to be earnest...

Inside the carriage, Qin Jun, with his face full of black lines, said to Daji, "Qin Yun is such a pig teammate; I wanted to play the pig to eat the tiger."

Leaning against the carriage wall lazily, Daji replied, "Isn’t this good? At least it can intimidate them."

Qin Jun’s mouth twitched, Big sister, don’t you know that showing off and then getting slapped in the face is the most fun?

Meanwhile, Ye Xuan and the others had also recovered from their shock, and the man in black, who had yet to speak, bitter smiled, "It seems we have been frog in a well."

"Is he really that powerful?" the woman in white still sounded somewhat incredulous.

"Truly, we personally witnessed him crossing tribulation—the thunder was terrifying, my royal brother was even struck into charred coal," Qin Yun declared confidently, as if he were Qin Jun himself.

Tribulation!

Upon hearing his description, Ye Xuan and the others began to believe him somewhat.

"You all said there’s only Zhuo Junjie who has talent in Qianyue Kingdom; now it seems you’ve missed him," the woman in red said calmly.

The four in Ye Xuan’s group felt extremely awkward. Among them, the woman in red was the youngest, barely past twenty, and she was the most talented, having reached the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment realm. The woman in red usually spent her time in seclusion and knew nothing of the outside world; what she knew of Qianyue Kingdom came entirely from them.

The three male disciples all had some affection for the woman in red, so they felt awkward when she spoke.

The woman in white frowned and looked at her, with a trace of displeasure in her eyes, but she did not say more.

It was evident that their group wasn’t as united as it seemed on the surface.

"Let’s move on."

The voice of the captain of the guard ahead interrupted their conversation and also eased their embarrassment.

The group continued on, but Qin Yun, the troublesome kid, couldn’t stay put and began to hit on the woman in red incessantly, causing the three male disciples of Ye Xuan to feel displeased internally, but they couldn’t express it outwardly.

After some conversation, Qin Yun learned that the woman in red was named Zhu Yanqing, the woman in white was named Yang Lan, and the man in black was named Murong Xuan.

Among the five, Murong Xuan was the eldest, but Ye Xuan was the strongest, and being the senior disciple, everyone looked up to him.

Of course, except for the stubborn Zhu Yanqing, whose aloof personality sometimes even led her to disregard Ye Xuan.

Facing Qin Yun’s flirting, Zhu Yanqing showed little interest. Regardless, the persistent young man clung to her until she finally couldn’t take it anymore and coldly snapped, "Your Highness, if you’re so idle, you might as well go practice."

Zhu Yanqing, though still in her blooming season, had high standards for a suitor—at the very least, they had to be stronger than her, and it was clear that Qin Yun did not qualify.

Though Qin Yun looked mature, he was still but a youth.

Being chastised by the goddess, Qin Yun couldn’t save face and could only leave dejectedly, to the secret delight of Ye Xuan, Zong Yan, and Murong Xuan.

"Our Sister Zhu really is unsociable," Yang Lan said with a laugh behind her hand, causing the three men to perk up their ears; they too had tried to hit on Zhu Yanqing, but had all failed miserably.

Zhu Yanqing glanced at her, then indifferently said, "The hero in my heart must be a magnificent hero, standing tall between heaven and earth."

Qin Jun inside the carriage nearly burst out laughing, blurting without thinking, "Does he also have to ride on a seven-colored cloud or something?"

His uncensored voice let everyone outside hear him, making Zhu Yanqing’s expression even colder, while Ye Xuan and the others were perplexed, obviously not getting the joke about the seven-colored cloud.

Time quietly passed.

As the group made their way, the sun gradually set in the west.

By now, they had reached deep into the desert. They occasionally encountered some caravans along the way, but those parties turned tail and fled as soon as they saw them, avoiding any encounters.

They thought they would enter the night peacefully, but the bandits that roamed the desert still made their appearance.

"Halt!"

A domineering shout exploded, followed by armed bandits suddenly emerging from all directions in the sand; nearly fifty of them surrounded the group, with their leader being a fierce man of medium build with a face full of scars.

The scarred man carried a large saber and blocked their path with a cold smirk, "To pass through here, you must leave behind your wealth and women!"

As he spoke, his eyes roamed lasciviously over Zhu Yanqing and Yang Lan, especially Zhu Yanqing, almost drooling.

"Seeking death!"

Bottling up his frustration, Zong Yan immediately drew his sword and charged at the scarred man, moving swiftly as he stabbed at the man’s throat, hoping to end it with one strike.

To his surprise, the scarred man was incredibly quick to dodge and then swung his large saber at Zong Yan with cold and sharp saber light. Alarmed, Zong Yan instinctively blocked with his sword. The clang of metal on metal sent a powerful force that knocked him flying backward.

"Golden Elixir Realm!"

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes and murm