I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 612: Xiao Chen: From Today On, I Will Transmit the Dao Here

A profound silence enveloped the Wolf Fang Tribe, so still that the fall of a single pin would echo loudly.

The human members of the clans gazed in stunned disbelief at the Wolf God’s body hurtling downward from above, their forms rigid with astonishment, eyes bulging as they fixed their stares on the unfolding spectacle.

Right then, the belief cherished by numerous people in the Wolf Fang Tribe’s human groups had utterly crumbled. Were it not for the intimidating aura radiating from the figure in front of them, they might have already surrendered to sobs and despair.

Xiao Chen gradually returned his sword to its sheath, extending a mighty hand to draw the wolf demon’s remains closer. He removed its demon core, skillfully divided the meat and gore, and stored every piece in his storage ring.

“The Wolf God has fallen!”

The High Priest was the first to exclaim in horror.

His outcry triggered a torrent of cries that resounded across the entire Wolf Fang Tribe.

“The Wolf God has fallen, our Wolf Fang Tribe is doomed!”

“We are doomed!”

“…”

Upon catching these utterances, Xiao Chen’s brow furrowed faintly, and he directed his attention toward the High Priest. Sensing Xiao Chen’s gaze, the High Priest displayed a look of desperation and bowed his head repeatedly, pleading, “Sword God above, I beg you to show mercy and spare us.”

“When did I ever say I would kill you?”

Xiao Chen inquired with composure.

At these words, the terror in the onlookers’ eyes shifted to delight, only to swiftly morph into bewilderment and apprehension.

“Thank you, Sword God, for showing mercy.”

While uttering this, the High Priest rose carefully and cast furtive looks at the formidable expert ahead. Surprisingly, no hint of murderous intent lingered on this individual; instead, a touch of bewilderment showed.

He ventured to question, “May I ask, Sword God, is there something you wish to inquire about?”

Xiao Chen responded indifferently, “Why does the demise of just one wolf demon cause you all to behave like the heavens themselves have crumbled?”

Sigh…

The High Priest heaved a deep sigh and gradually clarified, “Sword God, you might not realize, but lacking the Wolf God’s safeguarding, our Wolf Fang Tribe—no, every human group beneath the Wolf God Tribe—loses not just refuge but also their legacy. Ultimately, we’ll be devoured by rival tribes.

“Should fortune favor us, we could preserve our lives. Otherwise, we’ll be captured by those tribes and offered as tributes to their deities.”

Xiao Chen’s eyes tightened as he questioned, “Why do humans need to seek inheritances from the demon race?”

Wearing a resigned look, the High Priest answered, “Since the human race lacks a mighty deity. Though Martial Gods exist, they have to cling to more dominant powers, and the inheritances of Martial Gods remain flawed, preventing humans from cultivating correctly.”

“So that is how it is.”

Xiao Chen stated evenly, “Now that I’ve come, I’ll surely teach you the ways of immortal cultivation. Henceforth, attaining Sword Saint status—what you term a Martial God—will pose no challenge whatsoever.”

These declarations instantly illuminated the High Priest’s features with overwhelming elation, prompting him to inquire urgently, “Sword God, are your words truly sincere?”

“Do I have any need to deceive people like you?”

Xiao Chen’s voice bore an overwhelming dominance. That one remark alone almost silenced the High Priest in fright.

“It was this old man’s foolishness.”

The High Priest quickly admitted. With a supreme being surpassing the Wolf God ready to grant an inheritance to their Wolf Fang Tribe, refusal was unthinkable. Future outcomes lay beyond their control.

He promptly inquired once more, “May I know when the Sword God will instruct the disciples of my Wolf Fang Tribe in cultivation?”

“No rush.”

Xiao Chen hesitated momentarily before adding, “I won’t depart from your tribe anytime soon. Earlier, I caught your mention of the wolf demon overseeing numerous human tribes. Please inform all those tribes that I’ve subdued the wolf demon. Children aged twelve can journey to your Wolf Fang Tribe to claim my inheritance.”

At this, the High Priest instinctively queried, “Sword God, are you intending to seize the Wolf God’s domain?”

“You can view it that way if you like. Fittingly, your Wolf Fang Tribe shares a bond with me, making this spot my interim Dao field.”

Xiao Chen had trained under Chu Feng for countless years. For him, the location of cultivation held little importance, provided the fated link proved strong enough.

“This old man will notify the other tribes right away, and in doing so, alter my tribe’s totem and title. I also request the Sword God to grant a name to our tribe.”

The High Priest knew these proceedings well. To him, allegiance to the Sword God or Wolf God mattered little, as long as survival endured for their people.

A contemplative expression crossed Xiao Chen’s visage. Moments later, he declared, “As my inaugural Dao field, name it the Sword Saint Sacred Land.”

With that said, his sight settled on the loftiest peak in the Wolf Fang Tribe, and he inquired, “No one resides on that mountain, right?”

“Reporting to the Sword God, that mountain served as the Wolf God’s—no, the wolf demon’s—altar originally. No one dwells there presently.”

The High Priest couldn’t fathom the Sword God’s reason for asking, yet he replied truthfully.

“Very good.”

Having said this, Xiao Chen retrieved his precious sword from the storage ring and swung it effortlessly. A fearsome sword qi surged toward the mountain.

Rumble!

With a deafening roar, the peak quaked fiercely, seeming on the verge of toppling at once.

The Wolf Fang Tribe’s humans turned their eyes to the mountain, beholding a stone sword, tens of zhang in height, erect at its crest.

The tribe’s cultivators experienced a shudder in their cores while beholding that blade.

The High Priest in particular perceived distinctly that the sacred power flowing from the stone sword exceeded the Wolf God’s by manyfold.

If a mere inanimate form wielded such might, how immense must the strength of the Sword God standing before them truly be?

Xiao Chen ignored the assembly entirely. With one stride, he appeared atop the sword peak in the blink of an eye. He refrained from naming it yet, planning to inscribe it later once his cultivation progressed more.

He selected this sword peak due to an intangible pull of heavenly intent directing him from the shadows.

Not until Xiao Chen vanished did the Wolf Fang Tribe’s humans regain their composure. They panted heavily, the recent events too staggering for full assimilation.

The Wolf Fang Tribe’s chieftain approached the High Priest and questioned, “High Priest, what’s our next move?”

Assuming a solemn demeanor, the High Priest instructed, “Didn’t you catch the Sword God’s orders earlier? Dispatch flying eagles with messages to every tribe, urging them to escort their young ones to honor the Sword God within seven days. Should any resist, they’ll face the Sword God’s fury alone.”

“Yes.”

The chieftain acknowledged and set off without delay.

Simultaneously, across ten thousand li, in countless human tribes of varying sizes, the statues of the Wolf God they revered fragmented successively.

This occurrence alarmed the leaders of each tribe profoundly. The breakage of the Wolf God statues signified the deity’s demise.

Such tidings spelled misfortune for them. Tribal heads convened to deliberate strategies, weighing relocation against awaiting a successor deity for the territory.

As the tribal leaders debated fervently, the Wolf Fang Tribe’s flying eagles reached multiple prominent tribes.

Before long, word of the Sword God slaying the Wolf God circulated through those key tribes, swiftly propagating to adjacent minor ones.

Within a day, every major and minor human tribe in the ten thousand li radius learned of this development.

Yet, merely a third of the tribes opted to travel to the Wolf Fang Tribe the following day, eager to encounter the Sword God promptly.

In stark contrast to humans, the Inviting Moon Wolf Emperor’s lineage abandoned the region instantly upon detecting their progenitor’s downfall.

Meanwhile, the remaining demon kings, having detected the prior epic clash, hastened to the Wolf Fang Tribe to curry favor with the emerging sovereign.

The dawn of the next day brought a piercing shout that disrupted the fleeting tranquility in the Wolf Fang Tribe.

“This is bad, this is bad, the beast tide has arrived!”