Chapter 406 — Unrivaled
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Still, domestic shame should not be aired abroad, and an emperor must keep his dignity. Emperor Yanfeng looked again at Granny Zhu, and his mind went utterly blank; his lips felt dry and his tongue parched, and the three thousand beauties of his inner palace lost all their color in an instant. When Shen Mu had rescued him from the hands of the old Dao Lord and the old Tathagata, he had arranged for him to stay here. Emperor Yanfeng remembered the place, but had never seen its true face; it was always Granny Zhu who passed him his meals on the end of a bamboo pole. Now that he could behold Granny Zhu's true face, he was struck dumb as though at a heavenly being, and his soul quite left him.
Shen Mu said loudly, "Your Majesty, do you still want your empire? That one is Cult Master Li! " Emperor Yanfeng suppressed the shock in his heart, hastily drew back his gaze, and did not dare look again.
Granny Zhu cackled, "You little wretch, spoiling my sport — otherwise this empire would have been our Heavenly Sacred Cult's! Emperor, are your wounds healed?
Has your cultivation returned to its peak? If not, I fear you are finished! " Emperor Yanfeng's gaze shifted and settled on Yu Zhaoqing.
He saw that this woman was somewhat different from humans, like one from an alien realm, and thought: "Is she the Tianyu clan chief mentioned in my dear minister Shen's memorial?
Her cultivation is formidable as well.
. . Against whom are they guarding? " He had barely thought this when he also saw the lame elder seated in his wheeled chair, and the deaf elder in the hall wielding his brush like flying.
Then his gaze turned of its own accord to the youth coming down from the mountain. Emperor Yanfeng's heart was greatly shaken. Looking at the youth with the box on his back — he seemed young in years, yet the feeling he gave was one of immeasurable strength, overbearing even beyond the gods who come from Heaven above!
"I should have brought the Sun-Shooting Divine Cannon! " Emperor Yanfeng ground his teeth. His divine treasury was too grievously damaged; his cultivation had still not fully recovered.
But Shen Mu had gathered the realm's masters of numerology and built the Divine Bridge spatial numerology model, from which he had puzzled out many secrets for repairing the divine treasury; now his cultivation had recovered to ninety percent, which made him a peak expert of the age. Yet facing this youth, he had the feeling of a dragon gripped at its vital inch, about to be stripped of hide and drawn of sinew — exceedingly perilous, more perilous than the old Dao Lord or the old Tathagata! "The emperor's cultivation is not bad either.
" Xing Han looked toward him and saluted.
"Xing Han, a rustic wanderer of the wilds, pays his respects to Your Majesty. Your Majesty's power has already reached a level near that of the gods. Your divine treasury was destroyed once and then remade; it is stronger than the divine treasuries of others, and worth collecting! " His eyes were the blind elder's Sacred Pupils, and in them seemed to dwell a strange sorcery that could see through everything in a person.
At a glance he saw that Emperor Yanfeng had been broken and then re-established, his divine treasury almost unmatched in the world for stability, and could not help feeling the hunter's delight at the sight of game. Emperor Yanfeng felt as though he had become the quarry, marked by the hunter, and his heart clenched.
Xing Han then looked at the blind elder, and his face showed amazement.
He praised him: "Fellow Daoist, your mind is so powerful. Though I dug out both your eyes, you have opened a new path and reached another summit of the Sacred Pupil. Is this the Heart Sacred Pupil?
To use your primordial spirit in place of the Sacred Pupil — a Heart Sacred Pupil unmatched in the world. I very much like your primordial spirit. " The blind elder gave a cold snort.
Xing Han looked at Yu Zhaoqing, and his eyes lit up.