Chapter 209: Chapter 206: The Pig Emperor’s New Ability (Part 2)
’What am I seeing?’
A pig. A pig walking on its hind legs!
But that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that this pig was shaking its head, reciting something with great passion and feeling.
One moment, it would clutch its chest with a single trotter, its head tilted slightly, gazing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, its expression gloomy and profound.
The next, it would be beaming, dancing on its two trotters, overcome with excitement.
And the moment after, it would glare, bristling with fury.
It was like watching a grand opera, a performance filled with all the joys and sorrows of life, of love and hate, a truly unforgettable, soul-searing spectacle.
Looking over at the Void Realm Cultivators before the Pig Emperor, some were deathly pale, clutching their ears as they collapsed to the ground, convulsing.
Others foamed at the mouth, their expressions vacant.
Worse still, some were kneeling before the Pig Emperor with their hands pressed together, their faces filled with terror, apparently begging or praying for something.
Without exception, all of them had lost their composure. They didn’t look anything like Void Realm experts should!
’What happened? Why are these powerful experts so afraid of the Pig Emperor?’
From what Mo Qi knew of the Pig Emperor, aside from its ability to get someone pregnant with a glare, its combat power was practically zero.
His mind was now filled with a single question: ’How is the Pig Emperor doing this?’
To solve the mystery, Mo Qi walked toward the Pig Emperor.
Soon, the Pig Emperor’s muffled, indistinct voice reached his ears.
"Ahhh~ O sun, o sun, you are so round! Ahhh~ O sun, o sun, you are so hot! Ahhh~ O sun, o sun, we all love you!"
A BUZZ went through Mo Qi’s head, as if he’d been struck by Jin Sanpang’s hammer. The world spun around him.
His Spiritual Power convulsed, rampaging through his Sea of Consciousness and giving him a splitting headache.
The next moment, bile rose in his throat, and he desperately wanted to throw up.
A shadow fell over his heart.
It was an indescribable feeling of misery, as if the entire world were rejecting him. From head to toe, inside and out, he felt utterly and completely out of place.
It even made Mo Qi question his own existence. ’Is it really worth it to keep living?’
Just then, the Chaos Scripture stirred, emitting a formidable power that soothed his chaotic Sea of Consciousness.
Only then was Mo Qi able to regain his footing. With lingering fear, he shook his head, which still felt awful.
’Good Lord, what was that?’
’Why was it so terrifying?!’
’It didn’t just target one’s soul and Sea of Consciousness, it could even affect one’s mental state.’
’Even my body, which has reached the Great Success stage of Nine Transformations into Spirit, couldn’t withstand it!’
"How was my latest poem?" The Pig Emperor hadn’t noticed Mo Qi’s approach. It lifted its head smugly, scanning the Void Realm Cultivators with a disdainful air.
’What? A poem?’
’That horrifying... thing... was a poem written by the Pig Emperor?’
’That whole "O sun, o sun, you are so round" thing—that’s supposed to be a poem?’
Mo Qi was petrified on the spot.
"OORRPH!"
A few Void Realm Cultivators finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and vomited. Then their eyes rolled back, and they passed out cold.
As for the others, the convulsions grew more violent. Those foaming at the mouth began to cough up blood. The ones kowtowing had slammed their heads into the ground and were now too weak to get back up.
"Look at you all, so uncultured!" the Pig Emperor said with great disdain, continuing its "speech."
"I know you’re all just stunned by my talent. After all, a poet of such profound artistry as myself is a rare sight in this world."
The Pig Emperor sighed. It clasped one trotter behind its back and stroked the air next to its chin with the other, looking thoroughly disappointed in their lack of refinement.
Mo Qi: "..."
’Hey!’
’You’re a pig mimicking an old scholar stroking his beard. Isn’t that taking it a little too far?’
’Also, how do the words "profound artistry" have anything to do with your "o sun, o sun" poem?’
Mo Qi finally understood why this group of Void Realm Cultivators was reacting this way.
He also finally realized that the Pig Emperor’s ever-changing expressions from before were from it "passionately" reciting its poetry.
"Heaven, Earth, Yin, and Yang—I have already perfectly composed poems describing these four subjects. Now, I have decided to compose a custom poem for each and every one of you. How does that sound?"
"Hahaha, no need to thank me! I am just that generous of a per—ah, no, that generous of a pig!"
’What? You’re going to write more poems?’
’One for each of us?’
The faces of the many Void Realm Cultivators who were still conscious changed drastically.
It wasn’t just them; even Mo Qi started to panic.
’I just heard a faint, garbled version on the wind, and your poem nearly knocked my soul right out of my body.’
’And you want to keep going?’
’Are you trying to kill everyone?’
’Thank you? Believe it or not, if this group of Void Realm Cultivators had any strength left, the first thing they’d do is turn you into braised pork head!’
"You, the bald one! I choose you!" The Pig Emperor had already selected its target.
A slightly chubby, bald man.
"No, no, no! I don’t want one!" The bald man shook his head back and forth like a rattle.
He desperately wanted to escape, but unfortunately, the Pig Emperor’s previous four poems about "Heaven, Earth, Yin, and Yang" had already recited him into a crippled state.
Not physically crippled, but crippled in soul, heart, and Divine Sense!
At this moment, forget running away—he didn’t even have the strength to stand up.
The Pig Emperor, as if not seeing the bald man’s terror and despair, struck a pensive pose.
"I have it! My muse has arrived!"
"AHHH! Someone save me! I don’t want to hear it!" The bald man was on the verge of a complete breakdown.
Being imprisoned and tormented on the Dark Plain for hundreds of years hadn’t even made him frown, but now, his thoughts turned to death.
He would rather die than listen to the Pig Emperor recite another poem.
But even dying was impossible.
The Pig Emperor’s recitation had thrown his Power of the Soul into chaos. It galloped uncontrollably through his Sea of Consciousness like a wild horse, preventing him from even severing his own meridians or self-detonating his Dantian!
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Mo Qi. His own eyes lit up as if he’d just seen his savior.
"Young Master, I am willing to follow you! Truly! I’ll serve you until my dying breath, I’ll never betray you! I beg you, please, ask this Master... Master Zhu to retract his Divine Techniques!"
As soon as he spoke, the remaining Void Realm Cultivators found a burst of strength from who knows where and began to struggle, desperately crawling toward Mo Qi.
They pledged their loyalty as they crawled.
"I am also willing to follow you! I will swear the Divine Soul Celestial Oath!"
"I am willing to be your beast of burden, to serve you for lifetimes to come! I only ask that you make Master Zhu quiet down."
"We’re begging you!"
Mo Qi had mixed feelings; he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
He still remembered that less than two hours ago, these same people had explicitly refused to submit to him.
But now, just because the Pig Emperor had recited four poems, they were crying and begging to follow him.
He didn’t need to offer them some great price or benefit. All he had to do was make the Pig Emperor shut its mouth.
Wu the Old Ghost and the others looked at each other in confusion. They still didn’t know what was going on.
Because they had been walking behind Mo Qi, they hadn’t heard the Pig Emperor reciting its poetry, so they couldn’t understand what these people were going through.
"Hm? Mo the kid, you’re all done?" Seeing Mo Qi, the Pig Emperor temporarily spared the bald man.
"Pig Emperor, was that... thing... your new ability?" Mo Qi asked, a sudden thought occurring to him.
The Pig Emperor was not pleased. ’What do you mean, "that thing"?’
’My poems are the finest of the fine, every line a stroke of genius! They can move the heavens above and the earth below, so why can’t they move *you*?’
