I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 622: Xia Kang: Martial Uncle, Can I Ask You for a Favor?

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Cao Youqian encounters Xiakang, a young man whose meridians were severed by his clan after a betrayal involving his fiancée and a stolen treasure medicine. Impressed by Xiakang's talent and desire for revenge, Cao repairs his meridians with spiritual power and accepts him as his disciple, naming him Grand Senior Brother of the Tyrant Fist Sacred Ground. Xiakang joins Lei Qilin in recruiting, selecting three humans and three demons who pass the rigorous assessment, while others plead for a chance. The group waits outside as Cao completes his intense cultivation in the Demon Lake, its demonic aura fading by morning.

"Brother Qian."

"Disciple pays respects to Master."

Lei Qilin and Xia Kang quickly carried out the formal greetings, and upon witnessing this, the trio of humans and trio of demons trailing them likewise bent in reverence.

"We pay our respects to the Lord."

"Rise, no need for such ceremony."

Cao Youqian cast his eyes across the three humans and three demons; each one quivered under his stare. Noticing their fear, a faint smile tugged at his lips: "Relax, everyone; this Seat doesn't devour humans. Now, state your names."

After a quick look at one another, a silver-feathered eagle demon advanced: "Junior Eagle Li offers greetings to Senior."

Right away, a black bear demon added: "Junior Bear Da salutes Senior."

The tiger demon followed: "Junior Hu Da Zhuang hails Senior."

Once the three demons had spoken, the three human cultivators moved up as one: "Juniors Tian Qi, Yao Xin, and Ying Si salute Senior."

"All of you, dispense with the formalities."

Cao Youqian hesitated briefly before adding: "Are you here before this Seat to take on discipleship, or is there another reason?"

The mention of "take on discipleship" sparked excitement in the three humans and three demons; becoming pupils under this figure hadn't crossed their minds earlier. After all, this being wielded overwhelming power. They chorused together:

"We came initially to honor Senior, but after beholding Senior's unmatched prowess, we yearn to join Senior's lineage."

A subtle upturn appeared at Cao Youqian's mouth, and he replied smilingly: "Excellent, no matter your original intent in seeking this Seat, since you all now desire entry into my school, this Seat grants you the chance."

With those words, he pointed lightly, sending seven beams of light into their minds; a cultivation method gradually formed in their thoughts.

This feat left the three humans and three demons in awe; to them, only a Witch God could wield such wonders. Aligning themselves with this Witch God was truly the right choice.

Cao Youqian went on: "From tomorrow, commence your practice with the method this Seat has bestowed. When you've stepped into cultivation's gate, return to this Seat; the first to succeed becomes Second Senior Brother, with positions set in that order. Clear?"

In harmony, the group responded: "We obey Master's decree with utmost respect."

"Practice freely on any peak of Five Elements Mountain, but steer clear of this Demon Lake. Should the Demon God inside lure you, not even this Seat can rescue you."

Cao Youqian stopped, then added: "Fine, if nothing else presses, retire to your training."

At that moment, Xia Kang emerged from the assembly and spoke deferentially: "Master, the Hundred Races once led by that Poison Dragon all seek to pledge loyalty to you; might you consent to governing this realm?"

"Of course, that's feasible."

Cao Youqian consented instantly, then after pondering, he pressed on: "Keep all as before, but cease offering humans to this Seat. One additional rule: each year on this date, my Tyrant Fist Holy Land accepts new pupils; send any who aspire to my school for the trials."

Xia Kang bowed: "Master's wisdom shines."

Cao Youqian dismissed with a wave: "Henceforth, for any issues, seek your Martial Uncle Lei Qilin; if he can't handle it, this Seat will intervene."

Finishing, he bounded and dove toward the lake's depths, leaving the cultivators frozen in shock.

Lei Qilin announced: "Enough staring; your Master's power defies your young understanding. For now, seek a spot to establish yourselves."

"Yes."

The cultivators replied and scattered, though Eagle Li's eyes fixed on the lake briefly.

Pa!

Lei Qilin smacked its head sharply: "Still gazing, little one? That horror below terrifies even a Half-Step Demon Emperor like this King. Venture down, and you'd vanish without trace in the lake's venomous depths, never glimpsing the Demon God."

At these words, Eagle Li's avarice evaporated; its path lay bright ahead, not in such peril.

The following day, Xia Kang and Lei Qilin stood beyond Five Elements Mountain, relaying Cao Youqian's orders to the throng of creatures.

Learning the mighty one would protect them, joy lit their features.

A human elder inquired: "Young sir, what title does that Lord hold? We'd raise a statue in worship."

The Hundred Races' beings nodded eagerly at Xia Kang, but the query baffled him; he knew not his Master's moniker.

Lei Qilin interjected: "Commit this to memory: the ruler of Tyrant Fist Holy Land is the Ancestor of Body Cultivation. Use that name for future homage."

Ancestor!

The term jolted the Hundred Races' cultivators; they'd not foreseen such stature in the newcomer. Yet, the greater the Lord's might, the safer they felt—no demands for sacrifices from this powerhouse eased their worries.

As the Hundred Races dispersed, Xia Kang inclined toward Lei Qilin: "Martial Uncle, might you assist this disciple with something?"

"Speak."

Lei Qilin regarded Xia Kang warmly; he'd aid whatever lay in his power.

Xia Kang explained: "Martial Uncle, I'm the sole representative from Great Xia Tribe here. I intend to carry Master's decree back home, and I request your guardianship on the Dao."

His trek to Five Elements Mountain brimmed with perils, nearly claiming his life; even as Master's disciple, safe return seemed uncertain.

"Easy enough."

Lei Qilin replied, parting his jaws: "Will you leap in, or does this King transport you thus?"

"I'll leap."

Facing his Martial Uncle's vast maw, Xia Kang admitted inner fear, yet trusted no harm would come. He sprang aboard.

Lei Qilin kept his mouth agape: "Direct this Seat. In ten thousand li, we'll span it in one breath."

"Alright."

Xia Kang gestured southwest: "Martial Uncle, Great Xia Tribe lies southwest; past the great river, the settlement appears."

"Got it."

Lei Qilin flashed as lightning, gone in an instant. One breath later, they reached the southwestern riverbank, a modest city in sight.

His arrival triggered frantic alarms across the city; folk outside dashed inward. Shouts echoed clearly to the man and qilin.

"A demon beast approaches!"

"..."

Xia Kang shot Lei Qilin a sheepish look: "Martial Uncle, forgive them; Great Xia Tribe has never encountered your kind."

Lei Qilin set Xia Kang down: "Child, this Seat won't quibble with such insects. I'll hurl you over the river to clarify matters."

"Alright."

Xia Kang assented promptly, regretting soon after. Martial Uncle Lei seized him in mouth and flung gently—sending him soaring across the river...

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