The Strongest Mythical Emperor-Chapter 45 - Qian Emperor

45: Chapter 45 Qian Emperor

45 -45 Qian Emperor

An uneventful night passed.

The news that the Fifth Prince, Qin Yu, had been driven away by Young Master Jun spread widely through the night, but as the next day was the time for the showdown between the two countries, it didn’t cause a huge uproar in the city.

The next morning, just as the day began to break, countless common folk and cultivators awoke from their slumber.

Qin Jun and his group did the same, gathering Daji, Roaring Sky Dog, and Guan Yu before distributing the black cloaks they had bought in advance.

As for Yan Mobei and the others, they were advised to rest at the Cliff Inn to avoid being targeted once again by the Crimson Blade King.

“Why do we have to wear these?” Daji asked, puzzled.

“Keep a low profile.

We’ll blend into the crowd first and make our move at the critical moment.

That way, everyone from the common folk to the officials and even the Emperor will be more grateful to us,”

Qin Jun chuckled, eliciting an eye-roll from Daji who couldn’t help but think about the cunningness of his tricks.

Donning the black cloak, Guan Yu proudly declared with a smile, “Today, I shall be like Guan Yunchang from the ‘Romance of the Three Kingdoms’, calmly slaying Hua Xiong over a cup of warmed wine!”

Such a chuunibyou!

Completely chuunibyou!

Qin Jun mockingly thought to himself.

If anyone else had said this, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but coming from Guan Yu, it felt as if he was boasting about himself.

Soon afterward, the party of three people and one black dog descended the staircase, while many cultivators also emerged from their rooms, greeting Qin Jun with smiles as they saw him.

“Good morning, Young Master Jun.

I didn’t expect you to be up so early.”

“Haha, why don’t we travel together to Vermilion Bird Platform?”

“I’ve heard that Vermilion Bird Platform was built temporarily but covers a large area!”

“It can’t be helped, the competition between the two countries is a battle of the strongest after all.

If the stage is too small, it would be difficult for both sides to fully exhibit their skills,” they said.

Qin Jun did not decline the invitations from the cultivators, nodding in response with a smile to each one, regardless of their cultivation level.

Just as they were about to leave the Cliff Inn, the innkeeper came over and said, “Young Master Jun, if there is anything you need in the future, I’ll definitely help you wherever I can.

I hope you won’t be a stranger.”

Qin Jun paused, looking puzzled at the innkeeper, who simply smiled broadly in response.

“You truly live up to being the innkeeper of Cliff Inn; you’ve fully embraced the spirit of picking the right side early,” Qin Jun said, patting the innkeeper on the shoulder with a look of approval.

Even though the innkeeper didn’t understand the concept of “picking sides” that Qin Jun mentioned, he could sense the praise in his words and saw that Qin Jun was accepting his goodwill.

Without further small talk, Qin Jun stepped out of the Cliff Inn and pulled his black cloak’s hood over his head.

Guan Yu and Daji did the same, and as for Roaring Sky Dog, well, he was already black with or without the cloak.

Though it was still somewhat dim outside, the streets were already teeming with people.

“Daji, come into my arms, be careful not to let others take advantage of you,” Qin Jun said as he casually pulled Daji into his embrace.

Daji rolled her eyes but didn’t resist.

However, her hand pinched the soft flesh on Qin Jun’s waist, causing him a wince in pain.

Pain and pleasure!

I’ll endure it!

Qin Jun’s mouth twitched as he struggled to maintain a calm expression, much to the amusement of Roaring Sky Dog whose eyes narrowed into crescents with laughter.

“Ah, the joys of youth.”

Guan Yu, following behind and stroking his beard, laughed.

Ever since Qin Jun had given him the title of “The Man with the Beautiful Beard,” Guan Yu seemed to be fussing with his beard every chance he got, even more so than before.

With beauty in his arms, Qin Jun felt his mood swell with elation and wished he could walk on like this forever.

However, just after turning the next corner, Daji quickly withdrew from his embrace.

Seeing Qin Jun reaching out his “dog paw” again, Daji curled her lips and said, “That’s enough, be careful or I might cripple your hand.”

As soon as she said this, Qin Jun’s right hand retracted as if it had been electrocuted.

Alas, his power was still too weak!

Qin Jun thought bitterly.

The Daji from “Investiture of the Gods” was known for her beauty and her sinister nature.

Although from their current interactions, Daji did not seem as cruel and perverse as her character in the original work, he still harbored a trace of reverence in his heart.

Fortunately, Daji’s loyalty towards him had always been above ninety, and it would occasionally even take small leaps upwards.

For the rest of the journey, Qin Jun no longer dared to take liberties with Daji, especially since it was inappropriate to be too presumptuous in the presence of a large audience.

The Vermilion Bird Platform was only recently completed and is located in the center of the imperial capital.

Walking from Cliff Inn, it would take an hour, which shows the vast size of the capital.

By the time Qin Jun and his group followed the crowd to the Vermilion Bird Platform, the day had fully brightened, and the sun hung high in the sky.

The Vermilion Bird Platform was a kilometer long and wide and reached a height of one meter.

It was built from white jade rock, a special kind of stone that is harder than ordinary rock.

At a glance, it looked like a massive white jade, spreading out over the center of the imperial capital, a truly majestic sight.

To the north of the Vermilion Bird Platform stood a pavilion, where officials with power and influence in the court were seated.

Led by Qin Yu, a group of princes, including the Fifth Prince, sat in the second row, whereas the first row had a dragon throne left vacant, clearly reserved for the reigning emperor.

At the same time, half of the pavilion seats were empty, with a large plaque standing in front of the stairs engraved with the characters “Canglan Kingdom.”

“There are so many people; if we lose, the whole kingdom will be shamed,” Qin Jun mused as he looked around at the sea of people surrounding the Vermilion Bird Platform.

Guan Yu did not reply but instead looked towards another direction.

The envoys of Canglan Kingdom were seen leisurely carrying four large palanquins.

Soon, the rest of the commoners and cultivators also noticed their arrival, and the previously noisy scene quickly quieted down.

“Interesting, the other side actually sent three Ascending Mortal Realm powerhouses!” Guan Yu’s lips curled up in a knowing smile as he spoke, sending a shock through Qin Jun, causing his eyebrows to furrow instantly.

Three Ascending Mortal Realm powerhouses?

Had Canglan Kingdom grown this powerful?

“The Emperor arrives!”

At that moment, the voice of an eunuch reached everyone’s ears.

In the direction opposite the Canglan Kingdom’s envoys, a group of imperial guards approached, with a golden carriage plated with gold in the center.

The carriage’s roof was inlaid with a night pearl as large as a basketball — it was clear to everyone that only the emperor of the capital could be such a figure.

“Long live the Emperor!

Long live, long live!”

Countless commoners and cultivators knelt and exclaimed in unison, creating a spectacular sight like waves on the ocean.

Qin Jun and his companions also knelt on one knee.

Cultivators need not prostrate themselves as commoners do, and although both Guan Yu and Daji were Transforming Void Realm powerhouses, since the other party was Qin Jun’s father, the reigning emperor, kneeling on one knee for a greeting did not arouse their displeasure.

All the officials, generals, and royals on the pavilion stood up and bowed in salute, as kneeling on the pavilion was clearly impractical given the cramped space.

The imperial guards and the party from Canglan Kingdom arrived at the pavilion together.

Even before the contest began, the atmosphere was already filled with tension.

The curtains of the golden carriage were drawn back, and a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe stepped out.

While his stature was not towering, he exuded