I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 646 646: Xiao Chen: Those Who Offend My Famous Sword Holy Land Shall Die!

Clang!

With a resonant sword hum, a beam of sword glow tore across the heavens.

It cut into that grand peak effortlessly, like ripping apart flimsy paper, while simultaneously the sword beam stabbed straight through the Earth Qilin's form.

For a moment, everything froze as if time halted. The Earth Qilin's imposing frame hung suspended in the air, its overwhelming aura crumbling away like a collapsing glacier, right along with its Mount Tai Crushing Top technique.

The beings around hadn't even processed the sudden turn when sword light burst forth from the Earth Qilin's body, impaling it completely.

The Earth Qilin stared in shock at the seemingly frail human in front of it and questioned, "How... how could this be? Why are you able to unleash techniques beyond the Great Witch Realm?"

Xiao Chen replied calmly, "Sword cultivators focus not on cultivation level, but on the Sword Heart. With a resolute enough Sword Heart, any foe can be overcome. Moreover, battling above my realm is just routine for me."

"I... I lost fairly, yet the Qilin clan won't be beaten. Someday, the Qilin clan will dominate this realm, and you'll come with me to the underworld."

Once the Earth Qilin uttered those words, its body cleaved apart into two sections, contracting steadily as it tumbled swiftly to the earth. Its divine soul scattered amid the skies and lands.

Silence reigned; the whole area fell so still that the drop of a pin would echo.

Every creature there directed looks of astonishment, reverence, and fear toward Xiao Chen. Right then, he was bathed in divine radiance; hovering amid the clouds, he resembled a Sword Immortal gracing the mortal realm, forcing deities and fiends to withdraw.

Boom!!!

When the Earth Qilin's remains hit the ground, it unleashed a thunderous crash, stirring up vast clouds of dirt. The Earth Qilin's flesh and blood released a tempting scent.

Yet not a single demon from the race dared to advance and claim the Earth Qilin's body; they remained rooted in place, as though turned to stone.

From his lofty position, Xiao Chen gazed down upon these demons and declared coolly, "Any who dare assault my Famous Sword Holy Land must perish!"

His voice wasn't booming, yet it rang crystal clear in the ears of every demon there. To them, those words sounded like the grim reaper's call.

"Sword God Lord, we were forced by the Earth Qilin and never meant to oppose you truly."

"Indeed, Sword God Lord, grant us mercy, please."

"..."

Xiao Chen's gaze held no shred of compassion as he regarded them and stated flatly, "I offered you an opportunity, but sadly, you squandered it."

As soon as he finished, he swung the sword in his grip with effortless motion.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!

With a surge of sword qi launching outward, in an instant, myriad beams of sword light rained down.

The demons spotted this sword move and tried to escape, but escape proved impossible.

The blades descended, and blood flowed like rivers.

Xiao Chen spared no glance for the demon corpses. With a sweep of his broad hand, he gathered the remains of Demon Kings and higher into his Storage Ring, then strode back to Sword Peak in one step.

To the disciples arriving belatedly, he instructed, "Skip cultivation for today; go clean up the battlefield instead."

A disciple inquired, "Master, what do you mean by cleaning the battlefield?"

Xiao Chen answered indifferently, "It means guiding the folks of Famous Sword Holy Land to gather those demon beast remains. Surely you don't want to let outsiders profit from this?"

Hearing that, excitement lit up the faces of everyone there. They hadn't anticipated their Master granting them authority over the battle spoils.

In chorus, they exclaimed, "Many thanks, Master."

"Dismissed."

With that, Xiao Chen shut his eyes and started meditating to adjust his breathing.

"Understood."

The disciples descended the mountain in succession, spreading word of this fortunate development to Famous Sword Holy Land's members. Soon enough, a large group of human cultivators emerged from Famous Sword Holy Land and set about cleaning the battlefield.

Once Xiao Chen completed his breathing adjustment, he retrieved the Earth Qilin's Demon God Pill from his Storage Ring. Probing it with his divine sense, he confirmed the Great Dao power inside remained fully intact.

Absorbing that Great Dao essence would undoubtedly propel him forward along the Sword Dao path.

He promptly etched a message with his sword: I'm entering secluded cultivation; handle your own training.

Then, he headed to Sword Peak's rear mountain, ingested the Demon God Pill, and commenced refining the Great Dao power it contained.

Ninety-nine days passed before Xiao Chen gradually opened his eyes and whispered, "This Earth Qilin truly delivered a treasure; it boosted my Sword Dao True Meaning by ninety-nine levels, so sainthood lies just ahead."

...

Within Wen Dao Sect, Chu Feng had gotten system alerts over recent days about Cao Youqian and Xiao Chen each grasping ninety-nine Great Dao True Meanings in a row. This bumped his Dao Rhyme up by twenty.

These two lads had amassed such vast Great Dao True Meaning in mere months, leaving him, their teacher, genuinely astonished.

That said, Chu Feng had grown unusually occupied lately, devoting each day to crafting statues.

Days earlier, Ji Jiuwu and Jiang Yan had come back to the sect, reporting threats to their tribes from the Green Luan Bird and Poison Flood Dragon. Luckily, both had wielded the Sword Jade from Chu Feng to hold them off.

They also shared intelligence akin to Cao Youqian's: the three-race conflict loomed near.

To safeguard his disciples' kin, Chu Feng chose to present them with two statues. With his statues there, no Demon God could breach their tribes.

He labored for half a month. That evening at twilight, Chu Feng summoned the pair to his side.

Catching sight of Chu Feng, they quickly paid homage, "Disciple Ji Jiuwu, Disciple Jiang Yan, greet Master."

"Spare the formalities. I understand your worry for your people. Carry these two statues to your tribes for veneration."

"Should peril arise, simply prostrate three times and kowtow nine times before them, and I'll intervene without fail."

While Chu Feng explained, he flicked his hand, materializing two statues in front of the duo.

Ji Jiuwu and Jiang Yan eyed the pair of statues mirroring their Master precisely and bowed at once, voicing, "Gratitude, Master."

Chu Feng remarked coolly, "I merely wish for undisturbed cultivation on your part. These statues can endure my intervention just three times. Reserve them for true tribal extinction threats, not frivolously."

"We'll heed Master's guidance."

Their visit aimed to secure protection for their clans from Master. With his willingness to act, joy filled them.

Chu Feng continued, "Very well, I'll transport you back now. Picture your tribes' locations in your thoughts."

"Yes."

Ji Jiuwu and Jiang Yan promptly shut their eyes and envisioned their tribes' positions.

Chu Feng gestured lightly, and the two vanished on the spot.

Watching his senior brothers depart, Lu Ming promptly queried, "Master, will this three-race battle impact our Wen Dao Sect?"

"Of course. As the proverb says: when the nest falls, no egg stays whole. Our Wen Dao Sect sits on Hongyuan Continent. Amid the clash of those three powers, evasion isn't possible."

"That said, fret not. Should the three mighty Demon Ancestors show up here, I can crush them all."

Chu Feng uttered this casually, dismissing the famed three great Demon Ancestors entirely. If they steered clear of him, good; but if they dared approach, he'd paint the scene crimson.

Lu Ming and fellow disciples heard this, their faces alight with thrill. Together they declared, "Master is unmatched in strength."

Chu Feng prodded the antlers atop Lu Ming's head with a finger. "Since when did you start with the bootlicking, boy? Focus on cultivation. I won't shield you forever."

Lu Ming rubbed his antlers and replied, "Master, your lifespan stretches endlessly; how wouldn't you safeguard this disciple lifelong?"

Chu Feng countered, "Your first point holds true, but the latter falters. Eventually, I'll soar past the Nine Heavens, so how could I still guard you then, kid?"

"Soar past the Nine Heavens?"

Lu Ming echoed this while tilting his head skyward.

"Since I'm free, I'll explain the realms beyond Demon Ancestor and the level needed to soar past the Nine Heavens."

Chu Feng hesitated briefly before starting his lecture to the disciples.

The assembled disciples listened to Chu Feng's words and felt a surge of longing within.

Meanwhile, Ji Jiuwu and Jiang Yan sensed darkness envelop them then fade to light, finding themselves in the Long River Tribe and Sky Fire Tribe, respectively.

Upon arrival, they knew they were home. Madam Ji stared at her son materializing from nowhere, frozen in place. Moments later, she inquired, "Jiuwu, is that really you?"

Ji Jiuwu responded, "Yes, Mother, it's your son."

"How did you appear so abruptly, and what's with the statue you're carrying?"

Only then did Madam Ji spot the statue next to her son, though oddly, its facial features blurred from her view.

Ji Jiuwu clarified for his mother, "Mother, Master sent me back. This statue is Master's gift to our Long River Tribe. I'll head to the sacrificial hall with it now."

"Hold on."

Madam Ji halted her son and warned, "Do you realize whose statue graces the sacrificial hall?"

Ji Jiuwu wasn't dim and caught on instantly. The hall honored the Water God. Placing his Master's statue there would dishonor him.

Plus, tribesfolk might resist, potentially sparking needless turmoil.

He said at once, "Mother, I was muddled. Let's keep this statue at home. Should calamity strike our Long River Tribe, you and Father need only bow three times and kowtow nine times for Master to act."

Madam Ji assented and added, "We should consult your father and grandfather first to ready them."

"Sure."

Ji Jiuwu consented without hesitation.

Elsewhere, in the Sky Fire Tribe, Jiang Yan set the statue straight in his household's ancestral hall. To him, henceforth, his line would revere only Master and none other.

The following day, after briefing their clans, the pair returned to Wen Dao Sect. Strengthening themselves was now their sole path...

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