I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 628 Ji Jiuwu Brings a Little Shock to the Tribe

"Is this true?"

In the grand hall of the City Lord's Manor, the Changhe Tribe's chieftain caught the report from the Ninth Priest and the City Guard Captain, his features twisting into astonishment as the question escaped his lips without thought.

The Ninth Priest replied, "Chieftain, this isn't just something the pair of us witnessed—plenty of city guards observed it too. Should the chieftain doubt our account, dispatch someone to inquire."

The chieftain dismissed the idea with a shake of his head. "No need for that at all. Considering Yuantao's nature, he'll escort Jiuwu right over shortly. I'll notify the Great Shaman immediately and invite him to witness this himself."

With those words spoken, he gestured casually, drawing an eagle to perch on his arm. Murmuring instructions softly to the bird, he released it, and it soared from the hall.

Shortly after the eagle departed, a warrior rushed in with news. "Chieftain, Lord Yuantao requests entry outside."

"Allow them inside."

Upon saying this, the chieftain grinned toward the Ninth Priest and City Guard Captain beside him.

In harmony, the duo declared, "The chieftain possesses true foresight."

Soon enough, the Great Shaman arrived from above, striding calmly into the chamber. The trio rose swiftly, offering deep bows: "We offer our respects to the Great Shaman."

"Stand."

The Great Shaman proceeded directly to the head seat and settled in, inquiring, "What of Yuantao and Jiuwu?"

The chieftain answered, "To the Great Shaman, they're due to arrive any moment."

"Mm."

The Great Shaman acknowledged with a nod, then gently shut his eyes, patiently awaiting Ji Jiuwu and his father's entrance. Deep curiosity stirred within him about the extraordinary trials young Ji Jiuwu must have faced to harness True Qi prior to the Heaven and Man Realm.

Should this path to cultivation disseminate across the Changhe Tribe, their group would undoubtedly claim supremacy among tribes beneath the Water God's banner, maybe even birthing a Martial God.

While the Great Shaman mulled this over, footsteps echoed faintly from beyond the entrance. He parted his eyelids leisurely and spotted Ji Jiuwu alongside his father stepping through.

"Yuantao and Jiuwu offer our respects to the Great Shaman and Chieftain."

No sooner had the father and son crossed the threshold than they paid homage to the pair within.

"Rise."

With that, the Great Shaman's eyes locked onto Ji Jiuwu. His spiritual consciousness swept into the youth's form, scrutinizing the spirit soul. Verifying it as truly belonging to Ji Jiuwu, a warm grin spread across his visage.

"Jiuwu, might you share the tales of your last three years with us?"

"Yes."

Ji Jiuwu agreed, proceeding to recount every event from those years to the assembly in vivid detail.

Upon absorbing Ji Jiuwu's saga, the listeners froze in awe. Gazes fixed on him brimmed with jealousy, intrigue, and eager hope.

"Looks like young Jiuwu struck fortune; crossing paths with a Martial God no less. None but a Martial God could devise such a fresh cultivation approach."

The Great Shaman voiced this with evident longing in his expression. Thoughts of seizing the Martial God's legacy from Ji Jiuwu never crossed his mind, solely because he'd beheld a Martial God's might firsthand.

Daring ill intent against a Martial God's follower would invite doom swifter than squashing a mere insect.

True, a Martial God supported him too, yet that figure remained as elusive as a glimpse of a dragon's tail—unseen even by the Water God Department's Great Witch whenever desired.

Besides, no such powerhouse would clash with another Martial God over a minor Great Witch like him.

When Martial Gods clash, devastation unfolds beyond comprehension; entire tribes loyal to the Water God could perish in the fallout.

"The Great Shaman sees clearly. Jiuwu did meet a Martial God, though my Master insists he's an Immortal, not a Martial God." Ji Jiuwu clarified.

Chuckling, the Great Shaman responded, "Be it Martial God or Immortal, those are merely our reverent labels. Now that you've joined the Martial God's lineage, train with utmost zeal and never tarnish our Changhe Tribe's honor."

Ji Jiuwu: "Yes."

"Father and son, you may retire for the moment. The Chieftain and I must confer on the Grand Competition." Thus, the Great Shaman dismissed them.

"As you command."

Ji Yuantao and his boy acknowledged, departing the hall side by side.

Once father and grandson had ventured out of sight, the Chieftain probed, "Great Shaman, does this truly unfold as you described?"

Grinning, the Great Shaman affirmed, "Without question. Moments ago, my spiritual consciousness probed Jiuwu's spirit soul, verifying it's unquestionably him. Yet his Dao remains utterly foreign to me."

"We'll have to witness its potency during the upcoming Grand Competition."

The Chieftain agreed with a nod: "That appears our sole option."

Turning to the Ninth Priest and City Guard Captain, the Great Shaman instructed, "As for today's events, keep them sealed from the outside world."

"Yes."

The pair assented promptly. They could scarcely believe stumbling upon such a astonishing revelation. From here on, clinging close to Jiuwu seemed wise.

Meanwhile, upon Ji Jiuwu and his father's return home, Madam Ji approached anxiously, inquiring: "Husband, is Jiuwu safe?"

Ji Yuantao beamed, replying: "He's perfectly alright. Our Jiuwu carries a grand fate, so fret not excessively."

"Wonderful, that's a relief. My boy has come back unharmed at last. Though life beyond hasn't treated him kindly; his complexion looks so ashen."

While speaking, Madam Ji drew her son into a tender embrace, her heart aching.

Sensing his mother's warmth, Ji Jiuwu grinned and reassured: "Mother, rest easy. This stems from practicing a unique technique, and it carries no drawbacks."

After some warm words with his mother, Ji Jiuwu requested: "Father, would you guide me to Big Brother?"

"Of course."

Ji Yuantao understood well the strong bond between his sons. With elder Ji Qinheng still in a coma, Jiuwu's concern was only natural.

Flanked by attendants, the trio made their way to the back courtyard. The moment Ji Jiuwu crossed into it, a potent aroma of brewing herbs assailed him; a Witch Doctor tended a simmering pot.

Spotting Ji Yuantao's group, the Witch Doctor rose hastily to salute: "My Lord, My Lady, your arrival."

Ji Yuantao questioned: "What's Heng'er's status now?"

The Witch Doctor hastened to report: "His wounds are holding steady for the time being, yet the Young Master remains unconscious far too long. Should this persist, within three months he might..."

He trailed off before uttering "perish", though the unspoken threat hung clear to all.

Madam Ji, who'd just dried her eyes, felt fresh tears welling at the news.

To comfort her, Ji Jiuwu interjected quickly: "Mother, don't fret. I'm here now, and Big Brother will surely recover fully."

Prior to descending the mountain, Junior Brother Jiang Yan had supplied him with numerous healing elixirs. These could mend even those in the Nurturing God Realm.

With Big Brother at the Heaven Origin Realm, recovery upon consumption seemed certain.

Yet at these words, the Witch Doctor's countenance soured instantly. Irritated, he protested: "My Lord, the Young Master's state can't endure more disruption. Permitting this clueless youth to interfere might shorten his days to mere three."

In the past, Ji Yuantao might have halted his son. But armed with knowledge of Jiuwu's odyssey, he trusted no jests would occur here.

Grinning, he suggested: "Simply allow Jiuwu to examine him."

"What?"

At the mention of Jiuwu, the Witch Doctor stared at him in utter disbelief, demanding: "My Lord, this is Young Master Jiuwu?"

"Indeed. Step aside for now."

Ji Yuantao preferred keeping his son's abilities hidden from outsiders, thus courteously urging the Witch Doctor's exit.

"No."

The Witch Doctor rejected outright, pressing on: "Lord Yuantao, caring for Young Master Heng stems from the Old Chieftain's directive. Absent my vigil at his side, should the Chieftain hold me accountable, my kin would bear the guilt eternally."

Overhearing, Ji Jiuwu chuckled and noted: "Father, if the Witch Doctor insists on remaining, permit it."

"Very well. But maintain secrecy."

Ji Yuantao himself wondered at the techniques his son might wield, surpassing even a Witch Doctor's skills.

They parted the door to Ji Qinheng's chamber, and a rancid odor assaulted them at once. Ji Jiuwu wrinkled his nose instinctively, querying: "Witch Doctor Senior, what precisely wounded my Big Brother?"

The Witch Doctor concealed nothing: "The Young Master fell victim to a Poisonous Flood Dragon's venom. Even the Chieftain stands powerless, resorting to True Qi to safeguard his vital channels."

He'd aimed to purge the poison via herbs, yet over a hundred varieties of antidotes failed to draw it from the Young Master's system.

As he advanced and unveiled Ji Qinheng's coverings, Ji Jiuwu beheld a figure engulfed in purple hue, gaunt and frail.

Bandages swathed his midsection, stained utterly black by tainted blood.

Ji Jiuwu reflected briefly, then declared: "First, assist in propping my brother upright. I understand how to rescue him."

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