Chapter 250: Martial Fortune, Changes in the Purple Cloud Domain
"Northern Emperor, senior!"
"Ancestor!"
Many people screamed in terror, especially those from the Wang Family, each dizzy and feeling as if the sky were about to collapse.
If the Northern Emperor Wang Teng were to perish, the Wang Family wouldn’t even be able to continue flourishing; whether they could continue to exist would be a problem.
After all, when the wall crashes, everyone pushes!
"You... you really want to kill me?"
Blood trickled from the corner of Northern Emperor Wang Teng’s mouth as he weakly raised his head to look at Qin Chuan, resembling a dying beast.
"Do you think I am joking?"
Qin Chuan sneered coldly.
His chest was also bleeding; the strange power from the arrow just now wounded him considerably, estimated to take several days to recover.
"You cannot kill me."
Northern Emperor Wang Teng fixed his gaze on Qin Chuan’s eyes and said deeply, "The Human Race Holy Hall has regulations; among humans, a Martial Emperor cannot kill another Martial Emperor without a good reason, or the Holy Hall will pursue them."
Qin Chuan looked at the Red Ming Palace Master.
The Red Ming Palace Master nodded: "Indeed, that’s the case."
Qin Chuan remained unmoved, smiling at Northern Emperor Wang Teng: "A Martial Emperor cannot kill you, but someone who is not a Martial Emperor can, right?"
With that, he looked at Qin Zi in the distance.
"Huh? Me??"
Qin Zi blinked, then flew over.
"His strength and cultivation have been suppressed by me, use this to kill him."
Qin Chuan’s left hand coalesced a long sword radiating destructive aura and handed it to Qin Zi.
This sword seemed to contain endless thunder and flames; once inserted into the body, it would erupt!
"You! Dare!!"
Northern Emperor Wang Teng was thoroughly panicked and screamed threateningly:
"My master is a Holy Hall Elder, a high-ranking Martial Emperor. If you kill me, my master will not spare you!"
Heroes have their setbacks.
Few can face death calmly, especially those in high positions fear losing everything.
Qin Chuan looked at the Red Ming Palace Master.
The Red Ming Palace Master was silent for a moment, then said:
"He was indeed a disciple of a Holy Hall Elder back in the day, but later he offended that mysterious powerhouse, and after the arrow to the knee, that elder distanced himself from him, no longer contacting him."
"Perhaps the elder saw his lost potential and abandoned him, or perhaps the mysterious powerhouse was too formidable, and the elder dared not provoke, thus distancing themselves."
"However... even so, given the master-disciple relationship, if he were killed, that elder might be displeased."
He explained the gravity of the matter.
Big figures are quite vain.
Those in high positions often feel their reputation covers a vast area. Even if a distantly related cousin is bullied, they think it’s someone disrespecting them!
And the Human Race Holy Hall governs the human race; the status of a Holy Hall Elder is very high. If they want to trouble someone, even a Martial Emperor can hardly avoid it.
"So that’s how it is..."
Qin Chuan smiled leisurely, then his face turned cold, and he said indifferently, "Whether that Holy Hall Elder is pleased or not, what has it to do with me? I don’t ask anything from him; do I need to consider his happiness?!"
He looked at Qin Zi: "Kill!"
Qin Zi took a deep breath, then gripped the long sword with both hands and nodded - Father said what to do, so what to do!
"Die for me!!"
His eyes showed determination as he gritted his teeth and sent the long sword into Northern Emperor Wang Teng’s body.
"Boom!!"
Instantly, a world-shattering sound erupted from within Northern Emperor Wang Teng, as if the sky were collapsing, the earth was breaking, and the world was ending!
A terrifying power wave spread out, but Qin Chuan’s right hand pressed firmly, suppressing the power.
"I curse you all!!"
Desperation and madness appeared on the Northern Emperor’s face, his eyes crimson, he roared angrily at Qin Chuan and Qin Zi.
Then, his body showed a crack, ultimately shattering like ceramics!
"Crack!"
An invisible energy wave spread out from the original place, about to dissipate into the world.
"Ding, detected the Martial Fortune of a four-element Martial Emperor, spending 100 ’Daddy Values’ can capture it, capture or not?"
The system’s voice sounded.
Qin Chuan froze, asked, "What’s the use of capturing it?"
He’s meticulous, naturally not buying whatever the merchant offers; what if he buys something unnecessary?
"Ding! Infusing Martial Fortune into a person can make them unstoppable and quickly break through realms."
The system answered.
"Is it useful to me?"
Qin Chuan asked.
"Ding! Please don’t harbor unrealistic fantasies."
The system answered faintly.
Qin Chuan instantly knew it wouldn’t work but decided to capture the Martial Fortune, after all, it can be used for Qin Xiaozhu.
Qin Xiaozhu’s cultivation must keep up to cause bigger trouble, humiliate stronger people, and earn more ’Daddy Values’.
"Capture!"
He silently recited in his heart.
Now he had 6200 ’Daddy Values’; spending 100 ’Daddy Values’ posed no psychological pressure.
"Ding! Capture complete!"
Instantly, Qin Chuan felt a glass bottle appear in his mind, filled with white liquid.
Similar to milk.
And a wooden cork blocked the bottle, with a label covering it broadly, crookedly writing two characters - milk.
Qin Chuan scrutinized it.
Always felt the viscosity was familiar, so he frowned and asked, "System, are you sure there’s no mistake?"
"Ding! Ah this... ah ah ah... this this... crackle... parameter error... fizz fizz..."
The system’s voice stuttered.
Seems like an electrical leakage sound, as if a machine malfunctioned.
"Woo!"
Then, Qin Chuan found that the ’milk’ bottle in his mind abruptly vanished, replaced with a crystal ball.
A mass of golden gas, like a serpent, swirled and changed within the crystal ball, beautiful beyond measure.
This is Martial Fortune!
"System? System?"
Qin Chuan tentatively called twice.
But only heard a "fizz fizz" leaking sound, like a humiliated child hiding under the quilt crying.
Qin Chuan’s expression was a bit strange.
Could the system suffer social death too??
"Ah, didn’t think a disciple receiving event would become so tragic... sorry about this."
The Red Ming Palace Master sighed, then came over to pat Qin Chuan’s shoulder, lowered his head, and turned away.
"Not going to accept this disciple?"
Qin Chuan asked smiling.
The Red Ming Palace Master turned back, ashamed, forced a smile:
"Without you, today I might not even protect him; given this, there’s no face to accept a disciple."
"Probably won’t take another disciple in this lifetime, sigh..."
He sighed, hands behind his back slowly disappeared into the sky, the white-haired silhouette appeared a bit desolate.
Qin Chuan watched him leave.
Sighed silently in his heart.
Then, came back to his senses, eyes prestigiously scanning the terrified crowd below, asked lightly:
"Do you still want to kill my son?"
Instantly, everyone lowered their heads in horror, faces pale, bodies trembling, afraid to say a word.
The Martial Emperor was killed!
Who dares to be impudent?
Such a scene was too shocking for them, this fear would likely be unforgettable for life.
"If anyone still wants to kill my son, step forward, I’ll give you a chance. If you don’t dare today, then don’t ever touch my son again, otherwise... extermination!"
Qin Chuan said lightly.
After speaking, he reached out, brought over Qin Zi, ready to leave prominently with him.
But at this moment, he felt something strange, so he moved his mind, a Jade Talisman appeared in hand.
The Jade Talisman emitted the anxious voice of the Purple Cloud Palace Master: "Senior, the Demon Race is suddenly invading on a large scale, the Purple Cloud Domain is about to fall!!"