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Chapter 225: Threatening an Emperor, The Sweet Scent of Defeat!
🕑 Added 2024-10-14 10:36:52 +0000 UTC"Emperor Kun!!"
"We, the younger generation of the Celestial Everlasting Clan, have come to free you!"
The dozen young members of the Celestial Everlasting Clan were filled with excitement, their faces flushed with emotion. Even Qin Chuan played along, showing excitement as well.
After all, the recording stone was still rolling!
The enormous figure bound to the altar slowly raised its head.
Crack, crack...
His body was half-petrified, and as his head moved, pieces of stone-like skin flaked off from his neck, falling like ice shards.
"The younger generation of the Celestial Everlasting Clan..."
His eyes were dull and gray, on the verge of turning completely to stone, but a faint smile of relief crossed his face.
This was a warrior who had fought for his clan, defeated and imprisoned for tens of thousands of years. Now, with his strength nearly depleted, seeing the younger generation of his clan coming to rescue him brought him comfort. At least, his sacrifice hadn’t been forgotten.
His struggle had been worthwhile.
"Emperor Kun, how did you become this weak?!"
One of the young men from the Celestial Everlasting Clan shed tears. No doubt, he had grown up hearing tales of this great Emperor’s exploits.
"Heh, the Nine Heavens Human Clan... they didn’t just use this cursed pillar to torment me, eroding my body and slowly grinding away at my foundation. They also drained my life force with these chains... The so-called immortal herbs in this realm were all grown using my life energy."
Emperor Kun let out a weak, bitter laugh.
"What?!"
"The Nine Heavens Human Clan is so vicious!"
"This is too much! Killing someone is one thing, but torturing an elder for tens of thousands of years?! They deserve to be exterminated!"
"One day, we must make them pay!"
The young members of the Celestial Everlasting Clan were furious. Their hero, subjected to such cruelty, ignited a burning hatred deep within them.
Qin Chuan silently observed the scene, sighing inwardly.
It was clear that differences in perspectives between these two races were irreconcilable.
On one hand, the Celestial Everlasting Clan could be viewed as ruthless, but their deep respect and emotion for their elders were genuine. Yet, they were merciless when it came to slaughtering the Nine Heavens Human Clan.
On the other hand...
Was the Nine Heavens Human Clan righteous or cruel?
They had established academies and training grounds, propelling the martial arts of the entire race to unprecedented heights. But the methods they used against the Celestial Everlasting Clan were undeniably brutal—this scene before him was a glaring example.
It was, ultimately, a conflict of races. Each viewed the other as the enemy, as monsters.
"Emperor Kun, we brought the Waters of Origin, filled with boundless life force, gifted to you by Emperor Hong."
The black-robed youth spoke, producing a crystal vial filled with a green liquid. A mist rose from the surface, transforming into various forms of life—a miraculous and transformative energy!
"The Waters of Origin... Heh, they’ve even managed to create such a thing. It seems our clan has made progress over the years."
Emperor Kun gave a feeble smile.
The black-robed youth sneered, "The Nine Heavens Human Clan thought they had eradicated us, but little do they know, we’ve infiltrated their world, thriving in the shadows. We’ve even penetrated their highest sanctums!"
"Careful with your words."
One of the other young men frowned, tapping the black-robed youth’s arm in warning.
The black-robed youth realized he had boasted too much and awkwardly chuckled. "No worries, there’s no one here to overhear us."
With that, he raised the vial and sent it flying toward Emperor Kun’s massive body.
"Emperor Kun, please drink. While it may not fully restore you, it should help you recover a significant portion of your strength and life force."
"Very well."
Emperor Kun nodded, slowly opening his mouth to receive the vial.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a streak of black light shot through the air, and the vial of Waters of Origin vanished.
The group’s faces changed drastically as they turned to see who had intercepted it—none other than their so-called "Nightingale."
"Nightingale!?"
"What are you doing?!"
Their hearts raced, like thunderbolts in their minds. They felt a surge of panic, not wanting to believe what was happening, yet fearing the worst. Was this a betrayal, or was there some misunderstanding?
"The Waters of Origin, huh? Is it as miraculous as they say?"
Qin Chuan casually twirled the crystal vial between his fingers, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
At that moment, Emperor Kun’s eyes blazed with fury. His oppressive aura filled the air as he fixed his gaze on Qin Chuan.
"You’re not from the Celestial Everlasting Clan. Who are you?!"
Crash!
That one sentence shattered any hope the spies had clung to. This man wasn’t one of their own!
"You deceived us!"
"You traitor!"
"Prepare to die!"
Without hesitation, the group lunged at Qin Chuan, unleashing their most powerful attacks.
Boom!
But with a single palm strike, Qin Chuan shattered their abilities effortlessly. They were sent flying, crashing into the nearby cliffside, unconscious.
He had swept through them all with one move!
Slowly, Qin Chuan turned toward Emperor Kun, his smile brightening. "Since I’m not from your Celestial Everlasting Clan, it’s obvious—I’m from the Nine Heavens Human Clan, of course. Isn’t that right, Emperor Kun?"
"Scum!"
Emperor Kun roared in anger, his body trembling as bolts of lightning erupted from within, expanding outward like a devastating thunderstorm.
The immense power was so overwhelming that even Qin Chuan felt his heart pound with fear, the pressure suffocating.
Buzz!
But before the energy could fully erupt, the cursed pillar on the altar began to glow. Black runes danced across the air, suppressing the energy back into Emperor Kun’s body. The chains binding him greedily absorbed the excess power.
Soon, everything returned to calm.
Emperor Kun hung his head, panting heavily, his aura even weaker than before.
He had been tortured for tens of thousands of years, his life force drained continuously. Every struggle only hastened his demise.
"Tsk, tsk. Is this the mighty power of an Emperor? How pitiful."
Qin Chuan clicked his tongue mockingly, shaking his head. His expression, combined with Qin Zi’s face, made him seem particularly obnoxious.
"You... you!!!"
Emperor Kun’s voice was feeble, a dying roar, the lament of a once-great warrior now reduced to nothing.
"Emperor Kun, you seem to be in no shape to escape. So, how about we make a deal?"
Qin Chuan smiled pleasantly.
After a long silence, Emperor Kun slowly raised his head, his voice low and strained.
"What sort of deal?"
Qin Chuan’s grin widened.
"Hand over your entire legacy to me, and I’ll give you a swift death. Otherwise... I’m afraid your final moments will be... humiliating."
Hearing this, Emperor Kun burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Humiliate me? I’ve endured countless hardships, suffered beyond imagination. Do you think you can truly humiliate someone like me? Foolish! I’ve long since transcended such trivial concerns. You want to shame me? Ridiculous! Go ahead and try!"
He scoffed disdainfully.
As an Emperor, his will was unshakable. Why would he care about something as superficial as honor or disgrace?
"Don’t be so quick to dismiss it. Hear me out first—you might change your mind after you hear my method."
Qin Chuan said with a playful smile.
"You see, this secret realm is currently filled with young cultivators from the Nine Heavens Human Clan. I could gather them all here."
"Then, one by one, I’ll have them relieve themselves on you. Imagine, each one of them defecating and urinating on your head. Soon, you’ll be submerged in filth, with the waste reaching up to your chin, even entering your mouth."
"And we’ll all stand by to admire your grand demeanor, while recording every moment with a recording stone. Once we leave this realm, I’ll spread it far and wide, ensuring everyone in the Nine Heavens hears of your... legendary deeds."
"Not only that, but even your future descendants from the Celestial Everlasting Clan will come to know of your glorious story. From that point on, you’ll be remembered forever as... the ‘Toilet Emperor!’"
Upon hearing this, Emperor Kun was stunned.
His stone-like eyes betrayed a flicker of panic. Such a fate would truly make him infamous for eternity!
Whether it was his enemies or those who admired him, whenever they thought of him, they’d picture him wallowing in a pool of filth, swallowing excrement. His legacy would be utterly destroyed!
"Hmph! How childish!!"
After a long pause, Emperor Kun let out a cold snort and sneered, "Do you think a man like me would be swayed by such a pathetic threat? Laughable!"
Qin Chuan’s eyes widened in surprise.
Even this wouldn’t work?
But just then, Emperor Kun calmly added:
"However, I am indeed on the verge of death. I cannot bear the thought of my life's work perishing with me. Since you’re here and your talent is not bad, I’ll begrudgingly... pass it on to you."
Qin Chuan was momentarily stunned.
Then he burst into laughter.
Despite his hardened exterior and petrified body, this once-proud Emperor of the Celestial Everlasting Clan had ultimately chosen to give in to the humiliation rather than face the threat of eternal disgrace.
The sweet taste of defeat!
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