I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 612: Xiao Chen: From Today On, I Will Transmit the Dao Here
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A hush descended upon the Wolf Fang Tribe, so profound that the fall of a single needle would echo loudly.
The human members of the tribe gazed in stunned silence at the Wolf God’s body hurtling down from above, their faces locked in disbelief, eyes bulging as they fixated on the unbelievable sight unfolding.
Right then, the belief cherished by so many in the Wolf Fang Tribe’s human population had crumbled away. Were it not for the overwhelming aura of the figure standing nearby, they might have already collapsed into desperate sobs.
Xiao Chen gradually returned his sword to its sheath, extending a broad hand to draw the wolf demon’s remains closer. He removed its demon core, then skillfully divided the meat and blood, storing each piece inside his storage ring.
“The Wolf God has fallen!”
The High Priest was the first to exclaim in terror.
His outcry triggered a chorus of mournful cries rippling across the entire Wolf Fang Tribe.
“The Wolf God has fallen, our Wolf Fang Tribe is doomed!”
“We are doomed!”
“…”
These utterances made Xiao Chen furrow his brow faintly, directing his attention toward the High Priest. Sensing Xiao Chen’s gaze, the High Priest displayed a panicked look and bowed his head repeatedly, pleading, “Sword God above, I implore you to grant us mercy and let us live.”
“When did I ever say I would kill you?”
Xiao Chen inquired in a steady voice.
At these words, the dread in the onlookers’ eyes shifted to relief, only to morph soon after into bewilderment and worry.
“Thank you, Sword God, for your mercy.”
While the High Priest uttered this, he rose carefully and cast furtive looks at the formidable expert in front of him. Surprisingly, no hint of murderous intent lingered on this person, but instead a touch of curiosity.
He ventured to question, “Might I ask, Sword God, if there is anything you’d like to know?”
Xiao Chen responded plainly, “Why does the demise of one wolf demon cause you all to behave like the world is ending?”
Sigh…
The High Priest heaved a deep breath and began to clarify slowly, “Sword God, you might not realize, but lacking the Wolf God’s safeguard, our Wolf Fang Tribe—no, every human group under the Wolf God Tribe—loses not just protection, but also their legacy. Ultimately, we’ll get devoured by rival tribes.
“Should fortune favor us, we could preserve our lives. Otherwise, we’ll be captured by other tribes and offered as tributes to their deities.”
Xiao Chen’s eyes tightened as he questioned, “Why do humans have to draw inheritances from the demon race?”
Wearing a resigned face, the High Priest answered, “Since the human race lacks mighty gods. Though Martial Gods exist, they must cling to more dominant forces, and those Martial God inheritances remain fragmented, preventing proper human cultivation.”
“So that’s the situation.”
Xiao Chen stated evenly, “Now that I’ve come here, I’ll surely teach you the ways of immortal cultivation. Going forward, reaching Sword Saint status—what you term a Martial God—will pose no challenge whatsoever.”
These remarks instantly filled the High Priest’s features with wild delight as he pressed urgently, “Sword God, do you truly mean what you say?”
“Why would I bother lying to folks like you?”
Xiao Chen’s voice held an undeniable command. That one line alone almost silenced the High Priest in fright.
“It was this old man’s folly.”
The High Priest rushed to reply. With a superior even mightier than the Wolf God ready to grant an inheritance to their Wolf Fang Tribe, he had no intention of rejecting it. Whatever lay ahead wasn’t for them to control.
He inquired once more without delay, “Could you tell me when the Sword God plans to instruct my Wolf Fang Tribe’s disciples in cultivation?”
“No need to hurry.”
Xiao Chen hesitated for a beat before adding, “I won’t depart from your tribe right away. Earlier, I caught you mentioning that the wolf demon oversaw numerous human tribes. Kindly inform all those tribes that the wolf demon has been subdued by me. Any twelve-year-old children can journey to your Wolf Fang Tribe to claim my inheritance.”
Upon this, the High Priest blurted out instinctively, “Sword God, do you intend to claim the Wolf God’s domain?”
“Feel free to see it that way if you like. As it happens, your Wolf Fang Tribe shares a bond with me, making this spot my provisional Dao field.”
Xiao Chen had trained alongside Chu Feng for countless years. For him, the location of cultivation held little importance, provided the fated link was strong enough.
“This old man will notify the other tribes at once, and along the way, alter my tribe’s totem and title. I request the Sword God to grant a name to our tribe.”
The High Priest knew these procedures well. To him, serving the Sword God or the Wolf God was equivalent, as long as the tribe endured.
A contemplative expression crossed Xiao Chen’s visage. Moments later, he declared, “As my inaugural Dao field, name it the Sword Saint Sacred Land.”
With that, his sight landed on the loftiest peak in the Wolf Fang Tribe, and he inquired, “That mountain has no inhabitants, right?”
“To the Sword God, that peak served as the Wolf God’s—no, the wolf demon’s—altar originally. No one resides there presently.”
The High Priest couldn’t fathom the Sword God’s reason for asking, yet he responded truthfully.
“Excellent.”
Afterward, Xiao Chen retrieved his prized sword from the storage ring and swung it effortlessly. A fearsome sword qi streaked toward the mountain.
Rumble!
With a deafening roar, the mountaintop quaked fiercely, seeming on the verge of crumbling any second.
The Wolf Fang Tribe’s humans turned their eyes to the mountain, spotting a stone sword, tens of zhang in height, erected at its top.
The tribe’s cultivators sensed their souls stir while beholding that sword.
The High Priest in particular detected the sacred power radiating from the stone sword, which surpassed the Wolf God’s by manyfold.
If a mere inert item wielded such might, how immense must the strength of this Sword God standing among them be?
Xiao Chen ignored the assembly. He advanced one step, and instantly appeared atop the sword peak. He chose not to label the sword peak yet, planning to inscribe it once his cultivation progressed more.
He selected this sword peak because, from some hidden force, a divine intent was directing him.
Only after Xiao Chen vanished did the Wolf Fang Tribe’s humans regain their composure. They panted heavily one after another, for the events they’d witnessed were far too astonishing, leaving them still dazed.
The Wolf Fang Tribe’s chieftain approached the High Priest and queried, “High Priest, what’s our next move?”
Wearing a solemn face, the High Priest declared, “Didn’t you catch the Sword God’s orders earlier? Dispatch flying eagles with messages to every tribe, instructing them to escort their young ones to honor the Sword God within seven days. If any refuse, they’ll face the Sword God’s fury on their own.”
“Understood.”
The chieftain acknowledged and left without delay.
Meanwhile, across a ten thousand li expanse, in hundreds of human tribes of varying sizes, the Wolf God idols they revered crumbled successively.
This occurrence alarmed the leaders of each tribe naturally. The destruction of the Wolf God statues signaled the Wolf God’s demise.
It brought ill tidings for them. The tribe heads convened to devise plans, weighing relocation against awaiting a fresh deity to claim the territory.
As the various tribe leaders debated intensely, the flying eagles from the Wolf Fang Tribe reached several prominent tribes.
Before long, word of the Wolf God’s slaying by the Sword God circulated through those key tribes, then swiftly reached the nearby lesser ones.
In under a day, every major and minor human tribe within ten thousand li learned of this development.
Yet, merely a third of the tribes set out for the Wolf Fang Tribe the following day, eager to encounter the Sword God sooner.
In contrast to humans, the Inviting Moon Wolf Emperor’s offspring abandoned this territory the instant they felt their progenitor’s fall.
Regarding other demon kings, having perceived the prior epic clash, they all hastened to the Wolf Fang Tribe, aiming to curry favor with the emerging sovereign.
The dawn of the next day broke the short-lived peace in the Wolf Fang Tribe with a panicked shout.
“Disaster! Disaster! The beast tide is upon us!”
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