I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 653 653: The Three Ancestors Arrive, A Great Battle Is About to Begin

"Master, Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother are back!"

Ji Jiuwu dashed into Chu Feng's courtyard with thrilled energy, eager to share this joyful update.

"They've come back at last. Did you set up the feast as I instructed?"

Chu Feng inquired. During his free moments, he had shared his knowledge of cooking with his students. Over a decade, each one's culinary abilities had improved substantially—while not matching Chu Feng's expertise, their dishes qualified as tasty treats.

Ji Jiuwu replied, "Yes, Master, everything is ready. We're simply awaiting Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother's ascent to the peak."

"Direct them to the main hall for greetings to me."

With those words, Chu Feng rose leisurely, advanced one step, and vanished from the yard.

"Understood."

Ji Jiuwu offered a respectful bow toward the spot his Master had disappeared from, then hastened to the front of the main hall.

Soon enough, he reached the entrance and saluted Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian, announcing, "Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Master awaits in the main hall. He sent me to escort you in."

"Fine."

Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian responded together.

Normally, if only the pair returned, Master wouldn't insist on such protocols. Yet this visit included the young followers, demanding a proper ceremony—to allow these juniors to honor the Master first.

The moment Jian Sheng, Xia Kang, and the rest stepped into the Wendao Sect, the view left them awestruck. Their Master had frequently described the Master Ancestor as an unmatched supreme existence.

Observing the lush trees and vibrant greenery across the Wendao Sect that day fueled their growing fascination with the unseen Master Ancestor. Indeed, this home resembled the immortal paradise their Master described so vividly.

The group trailed Xiao Chen and his fellow brothers into the main hall, traversing a lengthy hallway, until they entered the grand chamber.

The juniors instinctively wished to glance at the Master Ancestor on the high seat, yet lifting their heads brought overwhelming pressure. Their Master's words echoed in their minds.

"Disciples, we pay respects to Master."

Only then did the young ones respond, bowing deeply and declaring, "We pay respects to Master Ancestor."

"Stand."

Chu Feng's eyes scanned the assembly in the main hall, settling at last on the child cradled by Cao Youqian. Her lineage mirrored his own. With a grin, he remarked, "Da Qian, it's been years since we met, and you've quietly fathered a daughter. Don't you worry Zhaoyi might hold it against you?"

"Hehe."

Cao Youqian rubbed his head sheepishly, "Master, you're overstating it. Zhaoyi wouldn't fuss over something minor like this."

"Your household affairs are your own. Bring the child closer for me to see." Chu Feng disregarded the grand-disciples entirely, beaming as he focused on the girl.

The young Cao Ying felt shy under Chu Feng's gaze and clung tightly to her father's leg. He lifted her into his embrace and chuckled, "Ying'er, no need to fear. That's the Master Ancestor. Should anyone ever pick on you, just summon Master Ancestor—no one will dare scold you then."

"Is that true?"

The child's bright eyes widened as she peered at her father, inquiring innocently, "Does even Father fear Master Ancestor?"

Hahaha...

Chu Feng burst into booming laughter first. Xiao Chen's lips curved into a faint smile, as the others suppressed their chuckles.

Cao Youqian paid no heed to the teasing. He grinned and gently tweaked his daughter's soft cheek, "Naturally. Now, come along."

"Mm."

The girl nodded automatically upon her father's firm reply, her look toward Chu Feng now tinged with budding reverence.

In short order, Chu Feng took the child into his arms and instructed, "Chen'er, Da Qian, escort the disciples to settle in. Tonight follows our traditional routine."

"Yes."

The pair assented and guided their followers from the main hall. From this brief exchange, every grand-disciple sensed the Master Ancestor's warm and welcoming nature. After touring the Wendao Sect, they started harboring desires to practice cultivation there.

Darkness descended. Within the Wendao Sect, toasts rang out in endless revelry.

Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian leisurely shared tales of their journeys these past years. At thrilling moments, they lifted their cups aloft and toasted with the gathered company.

This display astonished their students. Even Ji Jiuwu and the rest hadn't anticipated these two senior brothers, so authoritative and imposing beyond the sect, revealing such relaxed sides.

Yet witnessing their Master reveling in the drinks eased their astonishment.

As Chu Feng sipped, he mused how splendid it would be to have performances of music and dance right now. Come tomorrow, post the subduing of the Three Ancestors, he'd assemble a performance ensemble. For future assemblies like this, they'd provide the entertainment.

The feast stretched deep into the night before concluding. Chu Feng and the others retired to their individual courtyards for repose.

Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian's arrival transformed the once serene Wendao Sect into a bustling haven.

Particularly, their daily sparring sessions ignited cheers from all the junior brothers and their students.

Ji Jiuwu and others often engaged in friendly bouts with the nephews-disciples. Chu Feng emerged as the idlest among them—daily, he simply whisked little Cao Ying around for wild adventures.

Cao Ying, in her playful phase, annoyed folks easily. Backed by Chu Feng the Master Ancestor, everyone save Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian trembled before this tiny powerhouse.

Regrettably, such carefree times flew by swiftly. Half a month on, Ji Jiuwu rushed to the rear mountain seeking Chu Feng, who was angling by the water.

He announced deferentially, "Master, exactly as you foresaw, the forces of the three clans advance on the Wendao Sect. Their troops now encircle the entire Wendao Sect."

"Oh."

At this news, Chu Feng's lips twitched into a subtle smile. He chuckled, "These guys dawdled quite a bit in arriving. I figured they'd show up sooner. Anyway, let's check their progress."

With that, he scooped up little Cao Ying and headed to the Heaven-Viewing Mirror's location. Moments later, he stood by the device.

All disciples and grand-disciples, spotting Chu Feng's approach, bowed promptly, intoning, "We pay respects to Master/Master Ancestor."

"Rise."

Chu Feng uttered this while directing his sight to the Heaven-Viewing Mirror. Reflected there, the three clans' forces neared the Wendao Sect from west, south, and north.

The three clans' vast armies darkened the heavens and earth. In their path, creatures fled in terror.

The Qilin clan marched across the terrain, as Dragon and Phoenix clans soared overhead.

Upon witnessing this, Chu Feng grinned and commanded, "Disciples, gear up for combat."

"Yes."

Though the Wendao Sect's cultivators numbered few, their battle fervor burned fiercely. With Chu Feng present, they dreaded nothing.

Within the three clans' ranks, beyond the Three Ancestors, each boasted nine demon gods, more than a hundred demon emperors, and thousands of demon kings. The Three Ancestors commanded from the core.

In the Dragon clan's formation, a five-clawed azure dragon turned to the five-clawed golden dragon nearby and queried, "Your Majesty, why select this obscure spot for the final clash?"

The Dragon Ancestor replied coolly, "My son, activate your heavenly eye and behold that mountain—you'll comprehend."

The five-clawed azure dragon assented, then unveiled its heavenly eye. Piercing the veils of fog, a violet-golden fortune radiance appeared. This pillar of fortune pierced the clouds—its brilliance outshone the Dragon clan's own by multiples.

"What is that location? How can such fortune radiance exist there?" he exclaimed, astonishment etched on his features.

"That is the heart of the Central Continent's fortune. Seize it, or draw forth that fortune radiance to our Dragon clan's homeland, and we'll dominate all ten thousand clans, ending the three clans' great strife."

At these words, the Dragon Ancestor's gaze burned with unyielding resolve.

The five-clawed azure dragon ventured, "But, Father..."

"Beyond these walls, call me Your Majesty."

The Dragon Ancestor stated flatly.

"Yes."

The five-clawed azure dragon pressed his lingering question, "Your Majesty, your wounds remain unrestored. Should the clash with the other two Ancestors leave all three weakened, won't that aid rival clans?"

The Dragon Ancestor explained, "Should I fall, I'll bequeath my Dragon Pearl to you. Devour it then to ascend as a Semi-Ancestor. None from the other clans could rival you. Retrieve that fortune, and our Dragon clan shall resurgence. You might even claim the throne as new Dragon Ancestor."

On any usual occasion, the five-clawed azure dragon would rejoice at such prospects. But presently, no joy stirred within him. He recognized his father's resolve to perish here.

I have to secure that fortune radiance—for Father, for the Dragon clan!!!

In the remaining clans, the Phoenix Ancestor and Qilin Ancestor similarly prepared their cherished offspring, ensuring legacies for their lineages.

From the clash three years prior, these Ancestors bore grave injuries too. Should death claim them in this fray, they'd partition the Central Continent's fortune. Survival meant taking it wholly.

Thirty minutes passed, and the three clans' armies reached the Slanting Moon Mountain fringes of the Wendao Sect. The Three Ancestors emerged, scattering the enveloping mists around Slanting Moon Mountain.

Chu Feng showed no astonishment at this. After all, despite their frailty, the Three Ancestors held Divine King stature. The Wendao Sect's outer maze arrays confined only those under Saint realm. Saints navigated the fog, and Divine Kings dispelling it was par for the course.

The Wendao Sect disciples, noting Chu Feng's silence, refrained from hasty action. They awaited his directives in quiet readiness.

Chu Feng held back from striking first. He observed which of the Three Ancestors would initiate aggression against his Wendao Sect.

High above, the Dragon Ancestor and Phoenix Ancestor departed their troops. The Qilin Ancestor advanced steadily with mighty steps. Its pace seemed unhurried, yet each footfall quaked the lands and peaks. Despite the Wendao Sect's barriers, all felt the tremors.

Once the Three Ancestors stood forth, they held off from assault. Exchanging glances, they chorused, "You two, you've arrived at last..."

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