The Strongest Mythical Emperor

Chapter 41 - 41 41 All Parties Come to Court

?41: Chapter 41: All Parties Come to Court 41: Chapter 41: All Parties Come to Court “Ping——”

Nan Yuxin, furious, smashed a cyan jade vase to the ground.

The maids beside her were terrified and hastily tried to console her.

“Why does he have to be so rude to me?”

“I wasn’t bothering him, I was just curious about him!”

“Really, he doesn’t know how to cherish a lady’s affection at all!”

Sitting in the chair, huffing angrily, Nan Yuxin ranted, causing the maids to exchange glances—is she referring to Young Master Jun?

As maids of the Capital City of the Nation, they had heard of Young Master Jun as well.

To their surprise, their young mistress actually sought him out and returned with a bellyful of anger.

Could it be that Young Master Jun was unaware of the young mistress’s status?

The maids secretly wondered.

In Qianyue Kingdom, even the disciples of the three great sects wouldn’t dare act presumptuously before Nan Yuxin, considering her father Nan Meng was an extraordinary existence at the Ascending Mortal Realm.

The words Ascending Mortal were self-explanatory!

“Who has upset my precious daughter so much?”

Just then, a hearty laugh came from outside the room, followed by a burly middle-aged man striding in like a dragon and a tiger.

Standing nearly two meters tall, with a bear-like chest and a tiger-like back, his black brocade robe was stretched tight.

His features carried a sense of unprovoked fury with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the cold glint in his eyes was chilling.

He was none other than the first publicly acknowledged powerhouse of Qianyue Kingdom, the General of the Capital City of the Nation, Nan Meng!

“Daddy…” Nan Yuxin pouted and called out.

“Tell me, who had the nerve to upset you?” Nan Meng laughed heartily, a tone that made Nan Yuxin feel like there was an implied meaning in his words.

She couldn’t help but retort, “It was none other than that Young Master Jun, who didn’t give me any face.”

“Young Master Jun?”

Nan Meng’s brows furrowed deeply; he knew the name Young Master Jun had already spread to the court.

That very morning, Qin Yu boldly recommended Guan Yu, and claimed that Guan Yu was no weaker than Nan Meng, which annoyed him in private while also making him take note of Young Master Jun and Guan Yu.

“Yes, Qianqian was curious and went to him, wanting to exchange moves, but…” The rest of the sentence was too embarrassing for Nan Yuxin to finish, as there had been so many onlookers at the time.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t resentful towards Qin Jun because their brief exchange had allowed her to realize she was no match for him.

It was just Qin Jun’s indifferent attitude that had really irked her.

“Did you see the long-bearded hulk with Young Master Jun?” Nan Meng casually inquired.

With the competition between the two kingdoms approaching, although confident in overcoming one match, he was uncertain about the remaining two.

This time, Canglan Kingdom had actually sent two Ascending Mortal Realm powerhouses, causing a stir in the court and making the emperor anxious.

Only those in high positions understood the significance of the competition, as each contest involved resources bet.

The losing side not only had to compensate resources but would also be at a disadvantage in subsequent negotiations.

“I did not see him.

I only saw Young Master Jun,” Nan Yuxin shook her head, then clenched her teeth and added, “That man even played the mystery card, wearing a veil and refusing to show his real face.”

Nan Meng’s brows furrowed even more.

It seemed Young Master Jun had other plans.

…

The capital’s city gate.

Chang Qianqian hopped ahead in high spirits, followed by Xu Hai, the Great Elder of Xuanling Sect, and other disciples like Chang Hao, Zhuo Junjie, and Zhong Ling.

Their group of about twenty people, all donning the distinctive attire of Xuanling Sect, made the commoners and cultivators along the way give way.

“Xuanling Sect has arrived, too!”

“Purple Light Sect arrived just this morning, and now only Burning Mountain Valley is left.”

“Tsk, Purple Light Sect and Xuanling Sect have always been at odds, maybe there will be a clash.”

“Did you notice, even some of the large sects from Canglan Kingdom have sent people here?”

“The competition, which happens every five years, was last hosted by Canglan Kingdom, meaning the capital only hosts once every ten years.

We’re in for a treat!”

The cultivators among the commoners discussed this among themselves.

In the capital, the distance between cultivators and commoners was quite close, as the cultivators did not dare to trouble the commoners, being under the emperor’s nose.

“I can’t wait to see Qin Jun,” Chang Qianqian turned and said to the group with a smile.

Apart from Chang Hao who looked somewhat sullen, everyone else laughed along.

The disciples who had come to the capital were mostly a generation above Chang Qianqian, so there was no jealous rivalry among them.

Zhuo Junjie gripped the long sword at his waist and said calmly, “I will challenge him again!

This time, I will not be careless!”

Zhong Ling watched Zhuo Junjie, who had recovered from his lows, and her face showed a sense of pride and relief.

As the group chatted and laughed, after turning a few street corners, they came across a group of cultivators clad in graceful purple robes, the disciples of Purple Light Sect—one of the three great sects.

“Hey, isn’t that Zhuo Junjie?

I heard you got defeated by an outsider in Xuanling Sect?”

The speaker was a handsome young man, waving a feather fan in his hand.

His peak Foundation Establishment aura was clearly displayed, making the cultivators on both sides of the street nervous.

“Lu Xuanfeng, stop looking for trouble!”

Zhong Ling warned sternly; the feather fan-wielding youth was none other than Purple Light Sect’s top talent, Lu Xuanfeng, second only to Zhuo Junjie in Qianyue Kingdom as a prominent figure of their respective sect’s younger generation.

Xu Hai snorted coldly, but as an elder, he wouldn’t interfere in the squabbles of the younger generation, as that would be an embarrassment if word spread.

“No matter who defeats me, I can still beat you, a sore loser,” Zhuo Junjie scoffed disdainfully at Lu Xuanfeng, prompting his fellow sect members to applaud.

Onlookers and other cultivators couldn’t help but admire him, thinking, truly befitting of the kingdom’s number one talent, so assertive even in speech!

Lu Xuanfeng looked incensed as he retorted coldly, “I will defeat you, but before that, I’ll first challenge the currently most renowned Young Master Jun in the capital!”

Young Master Jun?

Zhuo Junjie and others showed a curious look on their faces, Chang Qianqian blinked her large eyes which were full of immense curiosity; merely hearing the name indicated this person was extraordinary.

Lu Xuanfeng gently waved his fan, turned with a smile, and said, “Zhuo Junjie, no matter how strong you are, you have your limits.

Compared to Young Master Jun’s skills, you still have a long way to go!”

Having said his piece, he led the Purple Light Sect disciples away.

Yet, his words cast a shadow on Zhuo Junjie’s expression, and the surrounding cultivators found it reasonable.

Young Master Jun himself had decent cultivation, could subdue extremely powerful figures, and even had a Holy Spirit Root genius as his follower.

He would surely grow to be a formidable overlord.

Compared to him, Zhuo Junjie, despite his great natural talent, might not even become the leader of Xuanling Sect.

After all, Chang Tianyou was far from retiring.

The people of Xuanling Sect looked at each other, all remembering the name Young Master Jun.

…

Cliff Inn.

“Knock knock!”

Qin Jun, who was cultivating, was suddenly disturbed by a knock on the door.

He nonchalantly asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s You Fenghuang, a humble woman who hopes Young Master Jun would grace me with an audience,” came a soft, bell-like female voice from beyond the door—a voice that promised the speaker was a beauty.

Qin Jun pondered to himself, he had never heard the name You Fenghuang before, but he wasn’t afraid, as Roaring Sky Dog was sprawled next to him, fast asleep.

“Come in,” he said.

“Thank you for your permission, Young Master,” she replied.

As her words fell, the door was pushed open, revealing one of the untouchable, mysterious guests that Cliff Inn couldn’t afford to provoke—a lady in green clothes.