The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 974: Just Admiring Him

Chapter 974: Chapter 974: Just Admiring Him

Huooo—

Qin Jun raised his right hand, as Extreme Way flames erupted from his index finger, blooming like an epiphyllum. In the dim environment, they illuminated Qin Jun’s face, which remained as impassive as ever.

"Scum, before you die, is there anything you would like to say?"

Qin Jun looked down upon the Steal Moon Sect leader and asked. The leader, whose body was immobilized by the aura of Di Yanlong, was in utter agony. Di Yanlong’s aura carried the corrosive power of the Netherworld and the domineering fire of the true sun. Even someone in the realm of the sage realm would find it unbearable without magic to defend against it.

The Patriarch Bodhi turned a blind eye, while Emperor Yao, Zhong Kui, and the King of Hell were lost in thought.

Could it be that the Steal Moon Sect leader once tormented Qin Jun?

From what Qin Jun said, this grudge clearly wasn’t simple.

At this moment, the fear the Steal Moon Sect leader held towards Qin Jun was even stronger than that towards Patriarch Bodhi, provoking curiosity about what exactly had happened between them.

"Ji Yongsheng... you are foolish to strive against destiny... you are doomed to never be reincarnated!"

The Steal Moon Sect leader, knowing he wouldn’t survive, hissed the curse through clenched teeth, his expression as ferocious as a Demon.

Qin Jun scoffed disdainfully, swung his right hand, and the Extreme Way flame fell upon the Steal Moon Sect leader, instantly igniting and enveloping him.

The terror of the high heat seared both the flesh and soul of the Steal Moon Sect leader, eliciting screams of utter agony.

"Ahhhh—Ji Yongsheng—you will not die a good death!"

Qin Jun remained unmoved, staring at the Steal Moon Sect leader as he was scattered to the winds.

All the Netherworld Soldiers and Generals around them were silent, watching the scene. They felt both the satisfaction of revenge and an unspeakable trepidation.

No wonder he could become the world’s foremost emperor, his resolve was firm, his methods ruthless.

"Ding! Side quest—Steal Moon Sect’s Fury complete! You have gained one God and Demon summoning opportunity, one God and Demon pinnacle opportunity, and one skill inheritance opportunity!"

The system prompt echoed in Qin Jun’s mind, and at the same time, the Steal Moon Sect leader was reduced to ashes.

With the death of the Steal Moon Sect leader, the Steal Moon Sect naturally retreated, and for a long time to come, they wouldn’t dare trouble Qin Jun; they might even be swallowed up by other forces in the Ancient Immortal Realm.

"There likely won’t be any strong enemies after this."

Qin Jun said to Kṣitigarbha and the King of Hell, facing his gaze, the King of Hell nodded eagerly, a sense of awe in his heart.

"Have the rest of the Steal Moon Sect fled?"

Qin Jun asked Patriarch Bodhi, who was slightly taken aback and replied, "I shall go and see!"

With that, Patriarch Bodhi vanished from the spot.

The gods of the Steal Moon Sect were about to be hunted down.

"Boom boom boom—"

Thunderclouds gathered, emitting intimidating roars, as if heaven itself was in outrage.

The giant hole in the firmament off in the distance was also slowly closing.

Qin Jun cracked a slight smile; slaying a god was likely to offend the Heavenly Dao, making crossing tribulation in the future even harder.

But he was unbothered; if he didn’t fear fate, how could he possibly fear the Heavenly Dao?

Someday, he would rise above the Heavenly Dao.

...

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed since the battle with the Steal Moon Sect’s assault.

The giant hole in the firmament above the Endless Sea had healed and disappeared, making one marvel at the awesome power of the world.

Over the course of this month, the territories under the Great Qin Heavenly Court reached a staggering one hundred and thirty, undisputedly the foremost power in the world.

The Anti-Qin Alliance found itself continuously retreating under the fierce assault of Great Qin’s Heavenly Court’s valiant generals. The Netherworld Emperor of Jiuyou fell, the Sword Master was captured, the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny went into seclusion, and the Demon Emperor remained indifferent to worldly affairs. Who in the world could withstand the formidable might of the Heavenly Emperor of Qin?

On this day, inside the dungeon at Saint Emperor Peak.

Qin Jun sat in a chair, looking at the Sword Master inside the cell, clothed in prison garb. The Sword Master leaned against the wall, utterly dejected and lifeless.

"What’s the matter? Haven’t you figured it out yet?" Qin Jun asked quietly, standing behind him were Bai Ze and Emperor Yao, and the jailers stood solemnly along the corridor, causing his voice to echo within the dungeon.

The Sword Master did not raise his head, motionless like a piece of wood.

"I admire you, which is why I don’t wish to kill you. Don’t you want to see the three thousand worlds beyond the heavens?"

Qin Jun went on speaking to himself; he had already begun preparations for the heaven-breaking endeavor, waiting only for the complete unification of the Xuandang Great World.

"There is no enmity between us, just a case of the victor becoming king and the defeated the bandit. Do you intend to self-destruct due to failure, betraying your Sword Heart?"

"Believe me, you might be the top sword cultivator in the Xuandang Great World, but in the worlds beyond, you are decidedly insignificant."

The Sword Master slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of vacant eyes beneath his disheveled and dirty black hair.

Seeing that he remained indifferent, Qin Jun grew impatient. He had sent people to persuade the Sword Master for a month, but the fellow stubbornly refused to utter a single word, which forced Qin Jun to come in person.

"Hmph, a waste. You don’t deserve the sword. 150,000 years ago, I had seen the elegance of the number one sword cultivator then. He wasn’t undefeated in hundreds of battles; in fact, he often lost. But he was respected by everyone. Do you know why?" Qin Jun asked, folding his arms across his chest with a huff.

A faint glint shone in the Sword Master’s eyes, evidently puzzled.

Bai Ze and Emperor Yao also couldn’t help their curiosity. How could someone who always lost be regarded as the top sword cultivator in the world?

"Because he only challenged those stronger than himself and never struck those weaker than him."

Qin Jun smiled meaningfully. This story wasn’t made up; it was true, because that person was also a disciple of the White Emperor, equivalent to his senior brother.

The Sword Master was unable to cope with defeat mainly because he had failed too infrequently. Aside from frequently losing to the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny and the Princess, he had always placed himself on a high pedestal. This mentality can drive sword cultivators to forge ahead, but it can also lead to their irreversible downfall.

"I have said all there is to say. Take your time to think it over!"

Qin Jun spoke softly; having said his piece, he stood up and left.

The Great Qin Heavenly Court was bustling with affairs, and he wouldn’t spend too much time on the Sword Master.

The rewards from repelling the Steal Moon Sect included the opportunity to summon God and Demon and the chance to reach the peak among God and Demon.

Qin Jun intended to collect five chances to reach the peak among God and Demon before letting the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord recover his utmost loyal peak state. As for the God and Demon summoning opportunity, he planned to save it. The Great Qin Heavenly Court didn’t need more powerhouses at the moment.

To summon now would be just gilding the lily, but in future dangers, it would be sending charcoal in snowy weather.

"Your Majesty, why do you care so much about him?"

Bai Ze followed closely behind Qin Jun, asking with curiosity.

She knew well how many Daluo Jixian were at Qin Jun’s command, including Patriarch Bodhi and Nangong Yifeng, who were entering the realm of the sage; the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, Tathāgata, Randeng, Perfected Person, Manjusri Guangfa, Kṣitigarbha, Taoist Heavenly Venerable, Emperor Yao, Qiongqi, and herself—an impressive total of ten Daluo Jixian and two entering the realm of the sage.

Qin Jun shook his head with a smile, "I simply admire him, that’s all. There’s no special reason."

Once upon a time, the Sword Master had extricated him from peril, and there was no deep hatred between them; naturally, Qin Jun did not wish to kill him.

A favor as small as a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of gratitude, of course, and anyone who dares to offend him, he would return the favor tenfold.

After they had left, the Sword Master looked at his hands, the mud of blood and sweat sticking to his palms, slightly trembling.

"What is the Sword Dao... What is the Sword Heart..."

The Sword Master murmured to himself, immensely shaken by Qin Jun’s recent words. Although he didn’t want to believe it, deep down, he truly did wish to see what lay beyond the heavens.