The Strongest Mythical Emperor-Chapter 39 - , Princess Nan

39: Chapter 39, Princess Nan

39 -39, Princess Nan

Where there are people, there is the martial world!

The circle of cultivators is an even larger martial world.

Incidents within the Cliff Inn spread throughout the entire capital like they had long legs.

First, there was a mysterious expert who did not give face to the Fifth Prince, followed by a Young Master Jun who subdued this mysterious expert, and then it turned out that Young Master Jun had a genius youth with a saintly spirit root under his command.

Such news was explosive, causing the whole city’s cultivators to buzz with discussion, and the name of Young Master Jun shot to fame overnight.

The cultivators’ favorite topics over tea and meals revolved mainly around Young Master Jun.

The recent interactions because of the competition between the two countries also brought many foreign cultivators to the capital, which added to the mystery of Young Master Jun’s identity, and he was remembered by various sects and clans.

As for Guan Yu, through the word of mouth among the cultivators, he became a formidable presence akin to a fierce demon.

Fortunately, although Qianyue Kingdom affiliated itself with the Righteous Dao, it was not so rigid as to believe rumors and mount a siege on others.

The next day.

Palace of Prince Yu — this was the residence of the Fifth Prince, Qin Yu.

Being close to the imperial palace, among the many princes, only Qin Yu was granted a palace, which signified an exceptional honor.

At this moment, Qin Yu sat in the study with a gloomy face.

Standing in front of him were the King with a Blood Saber and a man in black, who was even wearing a black scarf covering most of his face, like a shadow.

“Well, did you find out the origins of that Young Master Jun?” Qin Yu asked, his hands clasped behind his back, his voice deep.

He was incredibly eager to acquire Guan Yu.

When he heard that Guan Yu had pledged allegiance to that mysterious Young Master Jun, he had almost coughed up blood in rage.

Without even trying, he had been overshadowed by Young Master Jun because of Guan Yu.

Guan Yu, who had snubbed him before, turned around and worshipped Young Master Jun.

It was a slap in the face.

It was said that Young Master Jun was as youthful in appearance as he was.

“No, we didn’t find anything.

He seems to have appeared out of thin air; not even the city guards have his information registered,” the man in black said in a low voice.

While speaking, he took out a portrait from his storage ring, handing it to Qin Yu, claiming, “This is how an inn guest at the Cliff Inn depicted Young Master Jun’s features.”

Qin Yu unfolded it and looked thoughtfully at the portrait.

If Qin Jun saw it, he would definitely laugh himself silly.

Damn, apart from the general features, what else could one even make out!

It’s a perfect fit for any young master.

Qin Yu couldn’t make out Qin Jun’s likeness from the portrait at all.

He put away the picture and looked up, saying, “You must continue investigating Young Master Jun’s information!”

“There are only three days left until the competition between the two countries; everything else must be put aside,” Qin Yu said sternly, his gaze fixed on the King with a Blood Saber, who was sweating profusely.

Despite appearing very cold-hearted, the King with a Blood Saber loved to bully the common women.

Had it not been for his formidable strength and ability to train the Blood Saber guards, Qin Yu would have gotten rid of him long ago.

“Alright, you may leave now!”

Qin Yu waved his hand, and the King with a Blood Saber and the man in black swiftly left the study.

Reseating himself at his desk, the furrow between Qin Yu’s brows never eased.

He stared at the “List of Envoys from the Canglan Kingdom” on his table, unable to recover his thoughts for a long while.

“This time, Qianyue Kingdom is in big trouble.”

…

On this day, Qin Jun brought Yan San to knock on Guan Yu’s door, and Guan Yu’s voice came through: “Your Highness, please come in.”

Even separated by a door, he knew who was outside.

Once inside, they saw Guan Yu sitting at the table drinking tea.

After Qin Jun closed the door behind him, he chuckled at Guan Yu, “Second Grandpa, I’ve shamelessly brought Yan San here, hoping you could teach him a Wind-attribute cultivation method.”

Guan Yu stroked his beard and shook his head, saying, “I already agreed to Your Highness yesterday, and besides, this is my first time seeing a genius with a saintly spirit root.”

Although Guan Yu didn’t understand why Qin Jun called him Second Grandpa, he felt quite flattered.

At the very least, it was a term of respect.

“Speaking of which, Second Grandpa, what exactly is a spiritual root?

I keep hearing cultivators say it’s essential to have a spirit root to cultivate.” Qin Jun curiously asked, as his previous self was unlearned, and he himself had just arrived one month ago.

Since Daji and the Roaring Sky Dog were demons, he had many gaps in his knowledge about the common sense of the Human Clan’s cultivators.

Guan Yu looked at him strangely and explained, “Spirit roots actually refer to an individual’s energy refining attributes.

For example, this young fellow has the potential for a Wind Spirit Root, which essentially means an affinity for the Wind attribute.”

Spurt—

Qin Jun’s face flushed red with embarrassment; ah, so it was just an attribute.

He had thought that a spirit root was actually some kind of root.

After that, Qin Jun proceeded to consult Guan Yu about some problems he had encountered in his cultivation.

Guan Yu patiently answered all his questions.

After asking five questions in a row, Qin Jun tactfully left, leaving Guan Yu and Yan San alone.

After exiting the room, Qin Jun did not return to his own but, bored, decided to go downstairs to have a drink and amuse himself.

Meanwhile, the Cliff Inn welcomed an unwelcome guest.

“Where’s Young Master Jun?

Where is he?

Bring him out for this young lady to see!”

A voice as clear and melodious as that of an oriole echoed through the Cliff Inn, as a young girl clad in yellow entered, followed by four guards at the eighth level of the energy refining realm.

The girl had delicate features, and although not tall, she seemed clever and petite.

Her sparkling big eyes were set under long lashes that flicked open and shut, full of cunning.

Her cherry-like mouth pouted, boasting a pout capable of hanging a coat.

Upon her entrance, the people in the inn did not show astonishment but instead revealed helplessness and fear.

The girl was lovely, but her status was not ordinary; no one dared to touch a single hair on her.

For her name was Nan Yuxin.

Her father was a man of significant influence in the capital and the entire kingdom—the Grand General of the Kingdom, Nan Meng, an Ascending Mortal Realm powerhouse, albeit only at the first level.

But he was definitely at the pinnacle of the kingdom’s combatants.

As for the Ascending Mortal Realm experts from the three great sects, they normally wouldn’t bother with state affairs unless Qianyue Kingdom faced imminent destruction, only then would they take action.

Upon seeing the enthusiastic Nan Yuxin, the innkeeper immediately felt a headache coming on.

Why has this young lady come here?

“Where is Young Master Jun?

Where is he?” Nan Yuxin exclaimed excitedly, as if she was ready to have a grand battle with Young Master Jun.

Qin Jun, who had just turned the corner, spotted Nan Yuxin and hastily retreated.

Although his previous self had a reputation in the capital as a debaucher, there was one person he feared the most, and that was Nan Yuxin.

Being the daughter of a great general, Nan Yuxin had a strong talent for energy refining; she reached the seventh level of the energy refining realm at the age of fifteen, and few among her peers could suppress her.

Clearly, this did not include Qin Jun’s predecessor.

Since his predecessor often bullied others, Nan Yuxin would beat him up every time they met, and of course, this was certainly due to the betrothal between them.

How could Nan Yuxin tolerate marrying a wastrel, even if that wastrel was a prince?

Therefore, every time they met, Qin Jun’s predecessor would end up battered and bruised.

His predecessor tried to complain to the emperor but was scolded instead.

After all, being unable to beat one’s own fiancée was completely humiliating.

Qin Jun believed that if he went downstairs, Nan Yuxin would definitely recognize him.

He still had his own plans for a counterattack and couldn’t afford to expose his identity prematurely.

“Princess Nan, what do you need Young Master Jun for?” the innkeeper asked wearily, his headache worsening.

Although Nan Yuxin wasn’t from the royal family, she was considered a princess due to being adopted as a goddaughter by the queen, thanks to Nan Meng’s influence.

Without a doubt, this move had tightly bound Nan Meng to the royal family.