Chapter 387 Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea

"Hail to Your Majesty!"

Zhang Jiao quickly walked out from the crowd and knelt in front of the Qin Emperor, bowing respectfully. His tone was filled with excitement. After spending decades in the world of Journey to the West, he had almost forgotten the appearance of the Qin Emperor.

"Are these the Yellow Turban rebels?"

The Qin Emperor raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile. Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiao widened his eyes in disbelief and asked, "How does Your Majesty know?"

Thinking again of the mysterious and supreme powers of the Qin Emperor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion, like Zhuangzi's dream of the butterfly, unsure of what was real and what was not.

"I sent you there, how could I not understand that world?"

The Qin Emperor shook his head and smiled, adopting a mysterious and inscrutable posture.

Zhang Jiao's admiration for the Qin Emperor grew even stronger. He quickly turned and commanded, "What are you waiting for? Kneel and pay homage to His Majesty!"

With these words, the surrounding Yellow Turban rebels all knelt down, creating a spectacular scene like a surging sea, stirring the hearts of the soldiers on the city walls.

A hint of excitement flashed in the Qin Emperor's eyes as he sensed that these Yellow Turban rebels were generally at the Foundation Establishment stage, and even Zhang Jiao had reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Although the tens of thousands of Foundation Establishment soldiers were far from the Nine Li Demon Army, they still made the Qin Emperor happy.

"How many Yellow Turban rebels are there?"

The Qin Emperor asked, naturally not referring to them as Yellow Turban rebels in front of Zhang Jiao.

Nezha's gaze had been fixed on the Qin Emperor all along, and Zhang Jiao's progress was rapid, which also made him feel a burning desire to become stronger. However, reaching their level of cultivation without the right opportunity was difficult to achieve rapid progress.

"There are a total of ninety-eight thousand people!"

Proudly, Zhang Jiao said that the Yellow Turban rebels were his greatest pride, and he didn't pay much attention to the improvement of his own cultivation.

In the hands of the Qin Emperor, the Nascent Soul stage was not even enough for fifty thousand people.

Just the Five Thousand Nascent Soul stage soldiers of the Nine Li Demon Army were terrifying to think about.

Every time he thought of the Qin Emperor's power, Zhang Jiao felt proud and restrained himself.

"Alright, we'll talk about the progress later!"

The Qin Emperor shook his head and smiled, and Zhang Jiao naturally had no objections. The Yellow Turban rebels entered the city in a grand manner, causing a great sensation.

Soon, news spread into the city that ninety thousand Yellow Turban rebels had appeared out of nowhere and knelt before the Qin Emperor.

This news quickly spread throughout the entire Pingtian region.

Wasn't this a miracle?

"My goodness! The Qin Emperor is truly omnipotent, isn't he?"

"Ninety thousand troops appearing out of thin air, are you kidding me?"

"I don't believe it, it's completely groundless!"

"Could it be that the Qin Emperor is the reincarnation of a god?"

"That's the only possibility. Look at what he's done, clearly not an ordinary person!"

The entire Pingtian region began to discuss this matter, and the news quickly spread to the surrounding empires.

Soon, an even more explosive piece of news set the human race in the Southern Domain abuzz.

The headquarters of the Haori Alliance was taken over by the Qin Emperor's subordinate, the Yellow Wind King!

Its leader, Luo Shaomin, was forced into a state of soul escape by the Yellow Wind King, and the Haori Alliance, the leader of the nine demon lords, suffered countless casualties. Due to the numerous branches, the Yellow Wind King couldn't uproot the entire Haori Alliance in a short time, but with the destruction of the headquarters and Luo Shaomin's severe injuries, the once flourishing Haori Alliance was considered destroyed.

For a while, the other eight demon lords of the demonic path were in a panic, and they quickly took action to divide the territory of the Haori Alliance.

As for the Five Heroes of the Righteous Path, upon hearing this news, they couldn't tell whether they were happy or sad.

Previously, Hu Yu suffered a tragic death, and now the demonic path Haori Alliance was in trouble. They were completely unable to guess which side the Qin Emperor belonged to.

When the news of the Yellow Wind King's victory reached the city of Shashan, the Qin Emperor was just busy arranging the Yellow Turban army composed of Yellow Turban rebels. Upon hearing this news, Zhang Jiao, who had been somewhat proud, fell silent in an instant.

More effort is needed!

...

After the heavy blow to the Haori Alliance, the Qin Emperor's life began to return to calm, and the Great Qin was busy with military training.

Every day, apart from practicing swordsmanship, the Qin Emperor was trying to build a relationship with Chang'e, but the goddess was still a goddess, and he couldn't find a topic to talk about.

But the Qin Emperor's greatest advantage was his thick skin, and he was not discouraged at all. On the contrary, he was even more motivated.

After about three days, the Yellow Wind King returned, and the Qin Emperor praised him, allowing the news of the Yellow Wind King's great achievements to be widely publicized.

Four days later, the monthly opportunity to enter the divine and demonic instance came again.

This time, the Qin Emperor sent Sha Wujing back, hoping that he could bring back Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Tang Sanzang, and the White Dragon Horse.

Time passed quickly.

...

On this day, Tai Bai Jin Xing finally returned, and he brought back eight immortals.

Tieguai Li, Zhongli Quan, Zhang Guolao, Lan Caihe, He Xiangu, Lu Dongbin, Han Xiangzi, and Cao Guojiu!

Yes, they were the main characters of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea!

"Not bad at all. The eight immortals will have to serve me well in the future."

In the courtyard, the Qin Emperor sat on a stone bench and smiled. However, the attitude of the Eight Immortals was somewhat disdainful, as if they were not convinced because of the Qin Emperor's Nascent Soul stage cultivation.

"System, bring up the attribute list of the Eight Immortals for me to see."

The Qin Emperor instructed in his mind, while at the same time, he made a gesture to a certain corner.

It turned out that the Eight Immortals all had the cultivation of the Heavenly Immortal stage, but their minor realm levels varied. The strongest among them was Lu Dongbin, at the fourth level of the Heavenly Immortal stage. They also did not have any special attributes, which disappointed the Qin Emperor. However, even a mosquito is meat, so letting them guard a certain area was not a bad idea.

Tai Bai Jin Xing took off the storage ring from his finger and handed it to the Qin Emperor with a smile, saying, "This is my collection from decades, countless elixirs, and precious treasures."

Raising an eyebrow, the Qin Emperor took the storage ring and scanned it with his divine sense, his expression suddenly changing.

At the same time, Nezha flew over and stood behind the Qin Emperor, casting a contemptuous glance at the Eight Immortals.

He had seen everything here before and naturally understood the reason why Lord Qin called him over.

Without saying a word, he burst out with a powerful aura!

The aura of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm was a terrifying threat to the Celestial Immortal realm.

The Eight Immortals' faces changed dramatically, and their breathing became rapid.

"How is this possible... Could this person's cultivation surpass the Golden Immortal realm?" thought Lu Dongbin in horror, looking particularly disheveled at the moment.

He felt that Nezha was almost as strong as the war god of the Heavenly Court.

Of course, that was just an illusion caused by his lower cultivation level; Erlang Shen was still much stronger than Nezha.

"Golden Star, the Eight Immortals will stay with you for a while!" Lord Qin said with a smile. The deeper meaning in his words might not be discernible to ordinary people, but the White Star understood.

The White Star nodded with a bitter smile.

He inwardly cursed the ignorance of the Eight Immortals. He had told them earlier to remain respectful, yet each of them remained arrogant.

The White Star brought back celestial treasures, elixirs, and the Eight Immortals, but his own cultivation had not changed much. Lord Qin had long anticipated this, so he didn't mind.

The King of Trash Talk didn't rely on cultivation; he relied on his silver tongue!

Under Nezha's gaze, the sweating Eight Immortals followed the White Star as they departed. [End of this chapter]