704: Chapter 704: Wen Zhong 704: Chapter 704: Wen Zhong “Begin summoning God and Demon!”
Qin Jun, seated in his sedan chair, inwardly commanded, his usually foolish-looking Double-pupil Bird nodding and wobbling next to him as if there hadn’t been a battle just monts ago.
Defeating Wang Ci had granted him a chance to summon a God and Demon, though he felt sowhat discontented about it.
But there was no helping it, the system’s will was second only to heaven’s.
“Ding!
Starting the random summoning of God and Demon!”
The system’s prompt sounded, and then Bai Ze’s voice floated in, “Your Majesty, what should we do now?
Head directly back to the Great Qin Celestial Court?”
Before Qin Jun could respond, Wang Jian urgently added, “Your Majesty, we must find ng Tian; we cannot abandon them.”
“Mm, first, gather the people of Qin together,” Qin Jun agreed.
He was eager to see how vast the current Qin had beco, especially since both Li Si and Wang Jian had reached the initial stages of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm.
ng Tian shouldn’t be far behind.
“Ding!
Congratulations, host has summoned Tang Emperor Li Shimin.
Would you like to summon again?”
Li Shimin?
Qin Jun’s mouth twitched, guessing it was Li Shimin from ‘Journey to the West,’ but no matter which legend’s Li Shimin it was, he was insignificant, and furthermore, overly ambitious.
There was no need to consider him.
“Resummon!”
“Ding!
Comncing another random summon of God and Demon!”
“Ding!
Congratulations, host has summoned Xu Shilin.
Would you like to summon again?”
Qin Jun’s mouth twitched again, Xu Shilin…
Wasn’t that the son of Xu Xian…
“Resummon…”
Veins began to throb on Qin Jun’s forehead; this was his last chance, and if he summoned another weakling, he was truly going to explode.
“Ding!
Congratulations, host has summoned Wen Zhong from ‘Investiture of the Gods.’ Do you wish to restore past-life mories?”
Wen Zhong!
Qin Jun heaved a sigh of relief.
Although Wen Zhong couldn’t compare to Hou Yi or the Double-pupil Bird, he at least had a brilliant performance in ‘Investiture of the Gods,’ served as the Grand Tutor during the Shang Dynasty, equivalent to Jiang Ziya in Zhou’s camp, and was also a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, under the tutelage of the Golden Spirit Mother.
Even in death, Wen Zhong fell to the hands of Yun Zhongzi, master of Lei Zhenzi, and much of it was due to being ambushed.
In later generations, many compared Yang Jian and Wen Zhong, but they never fought head-on.
It’s worth ntioning that both had three eyes and lacked powerful magical treasures, mainly relying on their own abilities in combat.
Moreover, just like Jiang Ziya, Wen Zhong wielded a whip.
Despite having a much higher cultivation than Jiang Ziya, he unfortunately could not withstand the Beating Divine Whip in Jiang’s hands that defeated all who were destined to be listed in ‘Investiture of the Gods,’ resulting in the pitiful scene where Wen Zhong was knocked down from his mount by Jiang Ziya.
Here, in a different world, Jiang Ziya’s Beating Divine Whip was temporarily rendered useless.
“Do not restore past-life mories!
Pull up Wen Zhong’s attribute list!”
Qin Jun instructed in his mind, since many of the God and Demons under his command were antagonistic towards Wen Zhong, it was wiser not to recover his past-life mories for the ti being.
When the loyalty was at full value, and his peak as a God and Demon restored, the mories of his previous life would awaken naturally.
No sooner had he finished speaking, Wen Zhong’s attribute list materialized before Qin Jun:
“Wen Zhong, from ‘Investiture of the Gods!'”
“Status: Ancestor of Thunder!”
“Cultivation: Early stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm!”
“Cultivation thod: Heavenly Thunder Technique!
Five Elents Escape Technique!”
“Divine Power: Heart-seeing Divine Eyes!”
“Magical treasure: Paired Male and Female Whips!”
“Mount: Mo Qilin!”
“Loyalty: 89 (full value 100)!”
Early stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm!
Qin Jun took a sharp intake of breath and couldn’t help but ask in his mind, “Wen Zhong’s cultivation is so much higher than Yang Jian’s?”
After all, Yang Jian had the title of the first disciple of the third generation in the Investiture of the Gods war.
“Host, don’t forget, Yang Jian can contend with the early-stage Golden Immortals of the Daluo!” the system snorted coldly.
Qin Jun ca to a realization; that’s right, like Sun Wukong, Yang Jian was a freak who could fight beyond his level.
Another Daluo Golden Immortal was added, on top of the three with Dragon Emperor.
Qin Jun had seven at his side, and with Yang Jian, who could contend with the early-stage of the Golden Immortal Realm, that made it eight!
How delightful!
An hour flew by swiftly.
When Dragon Emperor, Li Si, and Wang Jian recovered, they were all uncontrollably excited.
“What a divine pill!”
Li Si was thrilled, and so was Wang Jian.
Yang Jian, on the other hand, looked at Dragon Emperor with a complex expression, feeling as if he had been screwed over by Roaring Sky Dog.
The little white dragon’s cultivation had actually surpassed his own!
Unbelievable!
Li Si and Wang Jian both had the cultivation of early-stage Daluo Golden Immortals, which made Yang Jian look up to them in terms of realm, but as for who held superior combat strength, it wasn’t certain.
The team flew towards the valley where ng Tian and others were under the guidance of Dragon Emperor.
…
Dusk fell.
Nether King City was dead silent, and news about Wang Ci’s death at the hands of Holy Emperor of Qin’s subordinate spread like wildfire throughout the central wilderness.
Enshrouded in the majesty of the throne, the Nether Dream Demon Sovereign sat, flanked by rows of elders from the Nether King Palace.
There were originally three Daluo in the Nether King Palace.
Luo Bingxun had long died in the Southern Domain’s heavenly world, and with Wang Ci dead, now only the Nether Dream Demon Sovereign remained, who had also been defeated at the hands of Qin Jun.
The entire Nether King Palace’s top fighting strength had been defeated by Qin Jun’s subordinates, which was incredibly unlucky.
Losing two Daluo, the Nether King Palace suffered a severe blow to its vitality, and its status plumted.
Dependent solely on the Nether Dream Demon Sovereign, it was nearly impossible to maintain their position among the six palaces and three realms.
Therefore, the mood of everyone in the great hall was exceedingly heavy.
“What shall we do now?
Shall we let this feud go unavenged?” an elder couldn’t help but ask.
Once he spoke up, the silence was broken, and others began to voice their opinions.
“We cannot let it go!
We must eliminate Holy Emperor of Qin!”
“Are you still dreaming?
What do we have to contest the Holy Emperor of Qin?”
“Exactly, today Holy Emperor of Qin didn’t even spare Young Master You’s face.
If we oppose him again, he might just uproot the Nether King Palace entirely!”
“Damn it!
How co Holy Emperor of Qin has so many strong subordinates, especially that chicken…”
“It’s over, it’s all over…
The Ancestral Monster is watching us like a tiger eyeing its prey, the Nether King Palace is headed towards its doom!”
Listening to the arguing voices of the elders, a cold glint shot from the eyes of the Nether Dream Demon Sovereign.
Because she was wearing a mask, no one could see her expression, but they could guess it wasn’t good.
Even with her anger, the thought of Qin Jun instilled fear in her heart, especially the Double-pupil Bird.
The day when the Double-pupil Bird pierced through her abdon and snatched the Nether King scythe was a mory that chilled her to the bone even now.
“Hmph!
The mighty Nether King Palace is as noisy as a public market, what a disgrace!”
Just then, a cold voice entered the hall, causing everyone to feel as if an invisible hand had seized their throats, rendering them unable to speak.
A stern man in a black robe stepped inside, his black hair hanging loose like a waterfall, his features sharp like a statue of a god.
Most notably, he carried seven swords on his back, arranged in a fan shape, each of different styles.
With each step he took closer, the pressure on everyone in the hall, including the Nether Dream Demon Sovereign, increased.
Although his fra was not towering, his presence was sharp as a sword-edge, making hearts tremble with fear.
“Sword…
Sword…
Sword Master…”
An elder spoke with a trembling voice, his face covered in cold sweat.
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