Nine Venoms Sect Founder

Chapter 14: The Son of Heaven

"Aaaahfrom the scent I knew that this wine would be something else. Although the 33 Heavens enforce a vegetarian diet, you still got some amazing stuff. Well done," Harun said as he lowered Dilnaz's jug, then swept all deities.

"Y-you...are you crazy? How dare you eat the Peaches of Immortality?!" Rajan bellowed. Never did he expect that while he racked his brain to prevent Harun from turning into a cultivation pill, the boy would directly devour the peacheseven going as far as drinking the empress' wine!

How much crazier could a man get? With a theatrical spin, Harun faced Rajan, put his hands at his hips and leaned over.

"Look, you retarded progeny of a flying fuck. I am not crazy, you are crazy. Your grandfather was crazy. So crazy that he banged your grandma. So crazy that he gave birth to your dad, and let him screw your mom to give birth to you, this obnoxious degenerate of a diety.

How old are you? 50,000, 60,000, 100,000, 300,000? You have nothing better to do than to scheme against someone four or five realms lower than you? If I had half your cultivation base, I'd be slapping you left and right! And you even have the gals to call yourself a Golden Crow? What is golden about you? Your shit?" Harun spat, arched his back, and pivoted to face the Imperial Chancellor and Grand Preceptor, only officials of the first rank in the room.

"And you, you fucking simp bitches. You think I forgot about you? As men, you don't strive to excel, and are content being the jovial lap-dogs of a wannabe ice-queen, licking whatever leftovers she tosses at your wiggling tongues. How deplorable. I bet you suck her toes and rim her ass!

No wonder the late emperor had to pass an anti-cheating law. With your level of manhood, what woman wouldn't green your heads? Go find a saw and castrate yourselves, if you haven't already!" Harun dismissively waved his right hand and, with a look of disgust, shifted his attention from the highest-ranking officials.

His words were like flaming hands and heels, ruthlessly smashing the three's faces and crushing their self-esteem. In their over 300,000 years of cultivation, never had they experienced such verbal abuse. Rajan, in particular, couldn't conceive that in the 33 Heavens, someone dared insult his grandparents.

Let's not mention the God-Empress, who behind her mask of calm, gathered many years of self-control.

And now it was time for the eager officials to taste Harun's venom.

"What? You also want to ask me why I dare eat the peaches? If anyone got the nerve to ask such a retarded question, go find a rope and hang yourself! From the moment I arrived in this wicked place, I was guilty! Guilty for I exist! How sorrowful!

You have already sentenced me to unimaginable torture! Why can I not eat the damn fruit? The whole thing is vexing. I have been cultivating for 150 years, yet still have to deal with the same greedy pigs trying to snatch whatever makes their eyes gleam. A fair contest for an inheritance ground, why not? But some shit I was born with? What enmity do we have? This is what you want, right? Come take it and let's get this farce over with!" Harun bellowed, ripped his eyepatch off, and tossed it at Dilnaz's table.

The cultivation world again proved insufferable, making Harun feel that he should have just stopped at Crossed Vicissitude and become an invincible mortal emperor. Recalling how wonderful his final years in the Noxious Flame World were, Harun seriously wondered why he even bothered stepping into this quagmirethe wine, probably.

Still, the easygoing celestial hadn't lost his mind yet. From the moment Harun bit in the first peach, he was gambling. As it was now abundantly clear that Rajan wanted his eye for himself or no one else, Harun could infer that the Eye of Luminous Treasures was upgradable.

What kind of thing could upgrade an innate trait? The Marvels of Heaven and Earth. And among them, the peaches ranked at the top. If they could make his Eye's grade skyrocket, Harun could intensify the greed in the celestials' hearts, trigger strife, and buy himself more time. History spoke for itself. More often than not, only the weak were content being vassals. When their strength outpaced the monarch's, who didn't want to claim the throne?

Now, could he use that time to escape? Perhaps not. But without it, he'd die within an hour. And as Harun expected, when his double pupils appeared, from the fairies to the Empyrean Monarchs, all staggered. In a flash, they turned deaf to his previous words, glueing their eyes on that golden iris and the double pupils it contained. The reaction was even stronger than what Harun anticipated, as some of those that'd already guessed the truth still failed to contain their shock.

Instantly, Harun realized that while in his mortal world, double pupils were just cause for insult, in Heaven, they carried immeasurable weight. From the three peaches, boundless Heavenly Qi poured forth, but instead of diving into Harun's blood drops, they filled his eyes with a blue glow. And as the left flashed, devouring the rich force to grow to new heights, as if freed from ancient shackles, Harun's right eye stirred too.

The black iris turned purple, and the single pupil split into two smaller dots from which a tyrannical force surged. The frustrated God-Empress' gaze hardened. Rajan trembled, Heavenly Gods staggered, and Monarchs grew dignified.

From outside the banquet hall, countless purple clouds assembled, bringing with them a veil of violet mist that forced its entrance into the banquet hall to surround Harun.

His cultivation still stood at the fourth-level of the Celestial Kin Realm, but from Harun, the pressure of a peerless God-Emperor now rippled. As if Heaven itself had appeared to shelter its son and weave its mandate at the disobedient Gods' eyes.

Dilnaz, Rajan, the Imperial Chancellor and Grand Preceptor, all those ancient deities who plotted for Harun's destiny, now realized they'd severely miscalculated the situation.

"Myriad Treasures in the left. Sovereign Authority in the right. Unfettered by Divine Laws, wielding his own Mandate. Those are not merely double pupils, but the proof that...he is this era's Son of Heaven.

So long as he breathes, the Mandate will not acknowledge another master. And the Empyreans cannot wield the Imperial Seal.

Boy, today you can live. But tomorrow you will still die. For across the 33 Heavens' trillions of lives, you now only have...enemies," said the Golden Crow Ancestor, who eyed those events from a distance.

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