I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 607 The Youth Jiang Yan
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This man is truly savoring it!!!
The Thunder Qilin stared at the man in front of him, who was soaking in the heavenly lightning with an expression of pure delight. His eyes widened like massive lanterns, almost bursting from his head.
Dozens of heavenly lightning strikes had struck by then, and Cao Youqian flexed his limbs. Grinning, he remarked: "Powerful stuff. It's been ages since I last had a thunder bath this intense. Too bad it's just a tad lacking; if not, I might've broken through to a higher realm."
"Great... Great Shaman, just what sort of divine entity are you?"
The Thunder Qilin inquired in a feeble voice.
Cao Youqian gazed at the Thunder Qilin swishing its tail nearby. He extended a hand, patted its head, and grinned: "Weren't you always eager to visit that spot where the heavenly phenomenon appeared?"
Even though the Thunder Qilin couldn't fathom how this man knew his inner desires, it nodded anyway.
"Truth be told, This Seat emerged from that very place. And stop calling This Seat Great Shaman. This Seat is the Body Cultivation Ancestor of this realm!"
While Cao Youqian declared this, an overwhelming aura surged from his form. A massive Dharma manifestation, towering dozens of zhang tall, loomed across the skies and earth. Combined with the earlier spectacle, that fearsome presence made him resemble a Demon God walking the mortal plane right then.
"Xiao Lei pays respects to Master."
The Thunder Qilin was utterly persuaded in that instant. It dropped to the ground, lowering its head to the man, as a notion flickered in its thoughts: Might this fellow be a heir of the fabled Innate Demon God? If that's the case, serving as his mount wouldn't bring any shame.
"Stand up."
Cao Youqian lifted the Thunder Qilin and smiled: "Today, This Seat plans to roam the Four Seas. Once This Seat's amusement is complete, I'll bring you back to that site where the light of fortune shone down."
"Many thanks, Master."
The Thunder Qilin replied, its face beaming with thrill. It had never imagined reaching such a place one day. With a descendant of a Demon God emerging from there, surely even mightier beings resided within.
Cao Youqian inquired: "Are you able to shrink down a bit?"
"Naturally."
The moment the Thunder Qilin spoke, its frame compressed in size multiple times over. It now matched the bulk of a grown water buffalo.
"Excellent, stay like that."
Satisfaction crossed Cao Youqian's features. He then vaulted onto the Thunder Qilin's back, stroked its horn, and commanded: "Onward."
"Master, to where shall we head?" The Thunder Qilin questioned, wearing a puzzled expression.
"Anywhere that strikes your fancy. If you're after vengeance against someone, lead This Seat there." Cao Youqian replied with a grin, as though nothing in this world caught his concern.
"Got it."
The Thunder Qilin was already mulling over which divine beast to target for payback first.
At the same time, under Slanting Moon Mountain.
A young man with a bamboo basket on his back halted, eyeing the immense peak that pierced the clouds ahead. He scanned his surroundings, pondering inwardly: Did that glow land on this mountain? From the look of it, folks dwell up there. Should I climb?
The youth mulled it over briefly but chose to ascend and check, not wanting to overlook any chance.
He took a few strides and reached a stone stele shortly. Staring at the inscriptions carved on it, he murmured them without thinking: "Wendao Sect, education without discrimination. Does a peerless master reside on this peak? I wonder if that master knows about pharmacology?"
After voicing that, the youth pressed on along the stone path. Sunlight bathed his figure, stretching his shadow longer with each step.
Up on Slanting Moon Mountain, Ji Jiuwu had wrapped up his dawn routine. As he geared up to split logs and fetch water, his Master's voice echoed in his ears.
"Jiuwu, a visitor will arrive at my Wendao Sect today. Go welcome them."
"Understood."
Ji Jiuwu gave a respectful bow toward Chu Feng's dwelling. Afterward, he headed down the trail. With the arrival still pending, he figured he'd practice a little more.
Moments ticked by. Come midday, Ji Jiuwu caught the steady rhythm of approaching steps. He snapped his eyes open and peered toward the noise. There, a youth with a basket ascended the slope.
The ascending youth spotted Ji Jiuwu too. As his clan's senior heir, he'd witnessed plenty, yet never anyone as ethereal as this young man. He figured only the mythical Divine Descendants carried such grace.
The youth promptly bowed and stated: "Jiang Yan pays respects to the Divine Descendant."
Hearing this, Ji Jiuwu quickly rose. "Fellow, no need for such formality. I'm no Divine Descendant, just a humble practitioner on Slanting Moon Mountain. Besides, I've only been here a short while."
Jiang Yan blinked in surprise at these words, wondering: Have I reached the wrong spot?
Yet the site around him wasn't fit for ordinary humans. It rivaled the Dragon Palace or the Martial God Temple his grandfather described.
He hesitated briefly before adding: "I understand. Looks like I ended up in the wrong location. I'll head back down now."
"Hold on."
Ji Jiuwu halted him and queried: "Might I inquire about your purpose here?"
Jiang Yan saw no reason to conceal it and gradually recounted: "Several days back, I witnessed an auspicious omen landing here, so I came to explore."
"You've arrived at the right place, then."
Ji Jiuwu beamed and explained: "The auspicious sign you observed was the Heaven-granted light of fortune upon my Wendao Sect. Your presence here proves a connection to my Wendao Sect. Come along, let's meet my Master."
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Jiang Yan's face filled with bewilderment at the other's eagerness. From what he knew, such an omen would spark battles among the myriad races. Even humans would clash over it. So why was this man willing to let him in on the auspicious sign?
But having come this far, he'd check out the omen for himself. He trailed Ji Jiuwu toward the grand palace ahead. The vast hall stood empty, yet its splendor held his gaze captive. Before he knew it, he was lost in admiration.
"Fellow, hold on a bit. Master will awaken shortly."
Ji Jiuwu's voice yanked Jiang Yan from his trance. He gave an embarrassed nod to the other.
Right then, a silhouette materialized from nowhere in the hall. Jiang Yan jumped at the abrupt arrival. He lifted his gaze to the figure, but a glow enveloped the man, blurring his features completely.
"Disciple greets Master."
"Junior pays respects to the Martial God."
"Skip the formalities."
Chu Feng uttered those two words softly as the pair spoke.
With that, Jiang Yan could finally make out the one on the throne. But a single look made him avert his eyes in awe.
Chu Feng also examined the youth standing there. The fortune surrounding him was no less impressive than Ji Jiuwu's. He then spoke:
"Young one, I've heard about your visit to my Wendao Sect. What I can say is you've arrived a bit late; that light of fortune has faded away. If you want to witness it once more, only one path exists."