The Strongest Mythical Emperor-Chapter 46 - Vermilion Bird Platform

46: Chapter 46 Vermilion Bird Platform

46 -46 Vermilion Bird Platform

Facing Shen Yan’s pressing questions and the overwhelming claim to the throne by the Qian Emperor, the party from Canglan Kingdom had no choice but to pay their respects.

A young man emerged from the foremost carriage, dressed in a black brocade robe trimmed with gold.

With a jade crown atop his head and a faint smile on his handsome face, he exuded an air of disdain.

At his waist, he sported a bronze treasure sword with a scabbard inset with five differently colored gems, which subtly reflected the light.

“Crown Prince Zhu Yishi of Canglan Kingdom pays his respects to the Qian Emperor!”

The brocade-clad young man’s tone was neither servile nor overbearing as he bowed slightly, greeting with clasped hands.

Not being a citizen of Qianyue Kingdom, naturally, he was not required to kneel to the Qian Emperor.

As soon as he finished speaking, individuals emerged from the three carriages behind him — a general and two cultivators.

The pressure of the Ascending Mortal Realm, though reined in, was still forceful and impending.

The general, clad in imposing black armor, had carelessly draped his long black hair over his shoulders.

With thick eyebrows and piercing eyes, he cut an extremely imposing figure.

His black cape fluttered lightly in the wind behind him like an unsheathed sword, instilling terror.

He was the first to speak, “General Xiao Beilong of Canglan Kingdom’s cavalry pays his respect to the Qian Emperor!”

“Canglan Kingdom’s Zhenhun pays his respects to the Qian Emperor!”

The speaker was a cultivator in a blue robe, whose face bore the semblance of middle age, with hair streaked black and white.

His deep-set eyes and hooked nose gave an impression of malevolence.

“Canglan Kingdom’s Song Lang pays his respects to the Qian Emperor!”

The remaining grey-robed cultivator followed suit with a salute, his ordinary appearance making him easily overlooked next to Xiao Beilong and Zhenhun.

Their utterings immediately stirred up excitement among the surrounding cultivators.

“It’s said that Xiao Beilong broke through the Ascending Mortal Realm ten years ago!”

“Zhenhun and Song Lang are also formidable figures not inferior to Xiao Beilong, both quite renowned in Canglan Kingdom’s circle of cultivators.”

“Indeed, it’s said both of them hold sway over large sects, not any less influential than our kingdom’s three major sects!”

“Doesn’t that mean they’re all Ascending Mortal Realm powerhouses?”

“Hiss— on our side, only General Nan Meng is in the Ascending Mortal Realm…

we’re finished!”

Qin Jun and the others hid amongst the crowd, silently watching Xiao Beilong and his companions.

Standing on the balcony, Qin Yu’s gaze landed on Zhu Yishi, the Crown Prince of Canglan Kingdom, and he couldn’t help but grit his teeth in irritation.

To the outside world, both men looked like the future emperors of their respective kingdoms.

Although Qin Yu stood out among his royal brothers, the difference between him and Zhu Yishi was significant.

However, Zhu Yishi was nearing thirty, his experience many times greater than Qin Yu, who was only sixteen, which still gave the citizens of Qianyue Kingdom hope for Qin Yu.

“Be seated!”

The Qian Emperor said expressionlessly, his heart filled with a sense of helplessness.

Looking at Xiao Beilong and his two companions, he knew that in this confrontation between the two nations, Qianyue Kingdom was very likely to lose.

But even if they lost, they could not lose face, they needed to maintain composure!

To face the collapse of Mount Tai with an unchanged expression!

With the support of Palace Steward Shen Yan, the Qian Emperor proceeded to the balcony, while Zhu Yishi followed with Xiao Beilong and others.

“Tap!” “Tap!” “Tap!”

Just then, the sound of loud horse hooves came from a distance on the street.

The crowd parted way naturally, and General Nan Meng rode in on a God and Demon steed that stood a full ten feet tall.

It was as if he was riding a black dragon, so heroic and impressive.

“General of the Nation!”

“The general is mighty!”

“General, go for it, you must crush them!”

The crowd roared in excitement as if a megastar had arrived.

In Qianyue Kingdom, Nan Meng’s popularity was indeed unparalleled, even surpassing that of the Qian Emperor, for he was the kingdom’s top warrior and his achievements were unmatched by anyone.

If this were ancient Earth, his achievements would have overshadowed his sovereign and spell his doom.

But in this world of God and Demon, cultivation was the true measure of power; even the Qian Emperor dared not plot against Nan Meng, nor did he have the capability.

“He sure knows how to make a grand entrance,” Qin Jun remarked quietly, noting that Nan Meng arrived even later than the Emperor himself.

Guan Yu’s phoenix eyes narrowed as he looked at Nan Meng, his gaze filled with contempt.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Nan Meng was like a god, but in his eyes, he was just a weakling.

Guan Yu was confident he could sever Nan Meng’s head with a single stroke.

“You humans really know how to put on a show.

If this was the Demon Clan, we would have just started fighting,” Roaring Sky Dog commented disdainfully at Qin Jun’s feet.

Qin Jun smirked — how could the Demon Clan appreciate the pleasure of showing off?

Since there were so many people around, making quite a racket, as long as Roaring Sky Dog kept its head down, there was no worry of being discovered.

After the envoys from both nations took their seats, the Vermilion Bird Platform first featured a song and dance performance to boost morale.

Qin Jun found it quite entertaining, but the rest of the populace and cultivators were already impatient.

“I wonder if Young Master Jun and the others have arrived.”

Sitting behind the Qian Emperor, Qin Yu couldn’t help scanning the sea of people around the Vermilion Bird Platform, but even from his vantage point four zhang (approximately 40 feet) high, he couldn’t spot Qin Jun and the others.

Looking out, the mass of people were densely packed.

Most importantly, among the crowd, there were at least a thousand cultivators in black robes, if not five hundred.

It was beyond hope to catch a glimpse of Qin Jun and company with just his eyes.

“I don’t even know if our Qianyue Kingdom can win this time,” lamented a prince.

Qin Yu scoffed, useless, a prince in name only, no wonder he couldn’t grasp the situation.

“Of course we can win, with my father here, we’re sure to win!” Nan Yuxin, sitting behind the princes, snorted with arrogance, causing Qin Yu to shake his head in disapproval.

What use was Nan Meng’s strength?

Best two out of three!

“Five years ago, Minister Nan had not yet taken up the position of General of the Nation, so he didn’t participate in the last competition between the two countries.

We are very much looking forward to his performance this time,” the Qian Emperor announced with a smile, looking back.

Basking in the Emperor’s praise, Nan Yuxin’s eyes creased into crescents with her smile.

Zhu Yishi, on the other side, overheard their conversation and couldn’t help but smile with a touch of scorn in the corner of his mouth.

The song and dance performance lasted the time of a cup of tea before Palace Steward Shen Yan, no, that’s not right, Palace Supervisor Shen Yan took the stage to preside over the competition.

“Next, Qianyue Kingdom and Canglan Kingdom will engage in a friendly competition to enhance the friendship between the two nations.

Each side will send three individuals.

Best two out of three, and the match ends with a point scored.”

Shen Yan announced loudly, his voice piercing yet powerful.

“I wonder if that old eunuch’s peak Golden Elixir Realm cultivation has restored what’s missing down there,” Qin Jun thought mischievously as he eyed Shen Yan.

Shen Yan had always treated his predecessor quite fairly, showing no bias.

It was said that Shen Yan grew up with the Qian Emperor, who used resources to push him to the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm, though the truth of this was uncertain.

If it were true, the relationship between the two deserved scrutiny.

The thought of a certain sinister scenario made Qin Jun shudder with disgust, hoping that his nominal father, the Emperor, wasn’t as perverse as he imagined.

“Both parties, please send one representative to the Vermilion Bird Platform.”

As Shen Yan finished speaking, one of the generals beside Nan Meng vanished in a blur, suddenly appearing on the Vermilion Bird Platform to the cheers of the populace and cultivators below.

“Recently ascended to the Ascending Mortal Realm,” mumbled Guan Yu.