I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 585: Nine Cauldron City
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Chapter 585: Nine Cauldron City
"Sir, please rest assured, I will definitely bring all the disciples back safely."
With a serious expression, Chu Feng gave his word.
It was already a foregone conclusion that Wendao Academy would claim the championship in the Ten Saints Grand Competition.
His primary responsibility now was simply to ensure the safe return of every disciple.
The Dean stroked his beard and nodded. "Good, having your words is enough; take care on the journey."
After taking his leave from the Dean, Chu Feng signaled with a wave of his hand. "Depart!"
"Yes!"
Following his command, the disciples of Wendao Academy trailed behind Chu Feng, soaring together toward Wendao City.
The appearance of such a grand procession in the skies above Wendao City naturally drew the gaze of countless cultivators, sparking heated discussions among the crowds.
"What is Wendao Academy planning, making such a massive display?"
"Don't you know? The Ten Saints Grand Competition is about to begin."
"I really didn't know that. It's a pity that we don't have the chance to witness the elegance of these geniuses."
"..."
Leading the group, Chu Feng quickly reached the teleportation formation located within the City Lord’s Mansion.
Their journey was taking them to the Nine Cauldron Mountain Secret Realm, the traditional venue for every Ten Saints Grand Competition.
A moment later, the teleportation light faded, and the group emerged in Nine Cauldron City, situated at the base of the mountain.
This city was the creation of the First Immortal Emperor of the Human Race, Emperor Nine Cauldrons.
In ancient times, Emperor Nine Cauldrons had governed the entire Xuantian Continent from this very seat of power.
However, since the Emperor’s ascension to the Nine Heavens, no direct inheritance was left behind, causing Nine Cauldron City to slowly lose its former glory.
In the present day, it serves as a neutral territory protected by a resident Great Saint; while the Ten Great Holy Lands maintain outposts here, they also provide for the city's defense.
As Chu Feng and his companions stepped out of the formation, a booming voice greeted them from the exterior.
"We respectfully welcome Saint Qiankun."
Chu Feng turned toward the source of the greeting to find an elderly man and dozens of followers waiting by the teleportation site.
He spoke calmly, "There is no need for such formalities, everyone."
"Thank you, Saint."
The group replied with deep respect.
Chu Feng added, "This Saint still needs to take the disciples to the station, so I won't disturb you any further."
"Please."
"Please."
Under the watchful eyes of the locals, Chu Feng led the Wendao Academy contingent away.
Once the figures of the academy members had vanished from sight, the onlookers began to whisper fervently.
"That is Saint Qiankun? He is too young."
"To become a Saint before the age of one hundred... I fear there will only be this one in the world in a million years."
"..."
Thirty minutes later.
After settling the disciples into their designated station, Chu Feng immediately issued a stern decree.
No disciple was permitted to cause trouble before the tournament's start; any who broke this rule would face the full weight of the academy’s discipline.
The disciples accepted the order without a hint of protest.
After acknowledging the command, they each retired to their respective living quarters.
Following the station's steward, Chu Feng and his wife were shown to a private, detached courtyard.
This expedition included six Great Saints in total: the four who usually accompanied the academy—Bing Yan, Jin Chi, Yi Shan, and Jiao Yang—along with Ye Mo from the Sword Dao Institute and Lin Ming from the Heaven Spirit Institute.
Once the group had finished unpacking.
The five other Great Saints gathered at Chu Feng’s courtyard.
Chu Feng requested Bing Yan to serve tea to the guests, and they sat in silence until the first cup was finished.
Lin Ming was the first to break the silence. "Uncle Chu, do we have a plan for this competition?"
Chu Feng chuckled. "Do we still need a plan? Naturally, we will let the disciples avenge their grievances and repay their debts."
At those words, the faces of Ye Mo and Lin Ming shifted slightly.
Lin Ming remarked, "Uncle, doing it this way, won't it be too high-profile and provoke dissatisfaction from the other nine Great Holy Lands?"
Chu Feng took a slow sip of his tea. "In this era, my Wendao Academy is destined to reign supreme; why should we bother with a low profile?"
Lin Ming: "..."
Ye Mo: "..."
Though they hesitated to respond, a moment's reflection told them that Chu Feng’s assessment was accurate.
Given the current trajectory of the academy's prodigies, it was highly probable that two Emperors would emerge in the same generation.
Who among the youth of other sects could possibly stand against the likes of Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian?
"Very well, let’s just treat this as a leisurely outing. If someone is foolish enough to ignore their status and break the rules, we will intervene then. Otherwise, let the disciples do as they wish."
Chu Feng spoke as he gently set his teacup back down.
"Uncle is wise."
The two replied in unison.
After a bit more small talk, the visitors departed, leaving Chu Feng and Bing Yan to a game of chess.
For this Ten Saints Grand Competition, Chen Qianqian and Bai Qian had stayed behind to enter seclusion, hoping to grasp the true essence of the Great Dao.
Their absence left Chu Feng feeling a bit less entertained in his daily routine.
Just as their match concluded, a familiar voice called out from beyond the gate.
"Disciple Qin Qin comes to pay respects to Master and Mistress."
"Come in."
Chu Feng answered smoothly.
Shortly after, Qin Qin, wearing her eye mask, stood before the couple.
"Sit."
Chu Feng said calmly.
"Thank you, Master."
Qin Qin took her place on a nearby stone stool.
Despite being with Wendao Academy for several decades, her appearance remained frozen in time, exactly as it was when Chu Feng first met her, though she now possessed a more mature aura.
Noticing her silence, Chu Feng smiled. "Qin'er, what is on your mind? You seem hesitant, which isn't like you. If there is something you want, speak plainly."
Qin Qin stood up and performed a deep bow. "Disciple wants to ask Master to promise one thing."
"Tell me about it."
Chu Feng’s smile remained; he had a strong suspicion that her request involved the Great Evolution Holy Land.
"Disciple wants to take revenge during the competition."
After speaking, Qin Qin watched her master's reaction nervously.
"Naturally, that is possible."
Chu Feng replied unhurriedly. "Even if you hadn't brought it up, I would have eventually ordered an investigation into the mastermind who slaughtered your family."
Upon hearing this, Qin Qin’s eyes immediately welled with tears.
She had spent years cultivating within Wendao Academy for this sole purpose—to avenge her kin and her former sect brothers.
She understood that she wasn't yet strong enough to dismantle the Great Evolution Holy Land entirely, but she was determined to find and crush the individual responsible for her pain.
If she could one day claim the Heavenly Mandate, she would surely bring war to the Great Evolution Holy Land.
Noticing her distress, Bing Yan reached out and pulled the girl close to comfort her.
"Qin'er, don't be sad. With your Master backing you, you can proceed without fear."
"Mm."
Qin Qin nodded, struggling to hold back her tears.
"Alright, go and rest. The tournament is starting soon. You must stay focused; do not allow yourself to fall into Qi deviation before the matches begin," Chu Feng warned her specifically.
"Disciple will keep Master's teachings in mind."
With those words, Qin Qin turned and walked away...