I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 628 Ji Jiuwu Brings a Little Shock to the Tribe

"Is this true?"

In the grand hall of the City Lord's Manor, the Changhe Tribe's chieftain caught the report from the Ninth Priest and the City Guard Captain, his face flashing with astonishment as the question slipped from his lips involuntarily.

The Ninth Priest replied, "Chieftain, we weren't the only witnesses—plenty of city guards saw it too. If you doubt us, feel free to dispatch someone to verify."

The chieftain dismissed the idea with a shake of his head. "No need for that. Yuantao's temperament means he'll show up with Jiuwu any moment now. I'll notify the Great Shaman right away and invite him to witness this."

With those words, he gestured, drawing an eagle to perch on his arm. He murmured instructions to the bird, which then soared from the hall.

Soon after the eagle departed, a warrior rushed in to announce, "Chieftain, Lord Yuantao requests entry."

"Bring them inside."

Once said, the chieftain grinned at the Ninth Priest and City Guard Captain beside him.

They chorused together, "The chieftain's foresight is spot on."

Shortly thereafter, the Great Shaman arrived from the heavens, stepping calmly into the hall. The trio rose quickly to offer their salutes: "Our respects to the Great Shaman."

"Stand."

The Great Shaman proceeded to the head seat and took his place, inquiring, "Where might Yuantao and Jiuwu be?"

The chieftain answered, "To the Great Shaman: They're due to arrive shortly."

"Very well."

The Great Shaman acknowledged it, then shut his eyes gently, awaiting Ji Jiuwu and his father in silence. He couldn't help but wonder about the remarkable journey young Ji Jiuwu had undertaken, enabling him to harness True Qi prior to the Heaven and Man Realm.

Should this path of cultivation disseminate across the Changhe Tribe, their status would undoubtedly soar to the pinnacle among tribes under the Water God's banner, potentially even birthing a Martial God.

While the Great Shaman mulled this over, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from beyond the entrance. He parted his eyelids slowly and watched as Ji Jiuwu entered alongside his father.

"Yuantao and Jiuwu offer our respects to the Great Shaman and Chieftain."

The pair bowed deeply to the figures within as they crossed the threshold.

"Rise."

With that, the Great Shaman's eyes locked onto Ji Jiuwu. His spiritual consciousness swept through the youth's form, scrutinizing the spirit soul within. Satisfied it truly belonged to Ji Jiuwu, a warm smile graced his features.

"Jiuwu, would you share the events of your last three years with us?"

"Of course."

Ji Jiuwu agreed, proceeding to recount every detail of his experiences from those years to the assembled group.

Upon absorbing Ji Jiuwu's tale, the listeners froze in place, their gazes toward him brimming with jealousy, intrigue, and eager hope.

"Looks like young Jiuwu's fortune runs deep; stumbling upon a Martial God like that. None but a Martial God could devise such a novel cultivation path."

The Great Shaman remarked, envy evident in his expression. He harbored no designs on seizing the inheritance from that Martial God within Ji Jiuwu—having beheld the might of such a being firsthand.

Daring to plot against a Martial God's pupil would invite death swifter than squashing a bug.

Though a Martial God stood behind him too, that entity remained as fleeting as a dragon's glimpse, invisible even to the Water God Department's Great Witch at will.

Besides, no power of that caliber would clash with another Martial God over a mere Great Witch like him.

A conflict among Martial Gods could unleash devastation beyond comprehension, possibly obliterating every tribe loyal to the Water God.

"The Great Shaman sees truly. Jiuwu did meet a Martial God, though my Master insists he's an Immortal, not a Martial God." Ji Jiuwu clarified.

The Great Shaman chuckled, "Whether Martial God or Immortal, they're titles of reverence we bestow. Now that you've joined his sect, cultivate with utmost diligence—don't bring shame to our Changhe Tribe."

Ji Jiuwu: "Understood."

"You two may step out for the moment. The Chieftain and I must confer on the Grand Competition." The Great Shaman directed their exit.

"As you command."

Ji Yuantao and his son acknowledged, departing the hall side by side.

Once father and son had gone some distance, the Chieftain ventured, "Great Shaman, is this truly as you described?"

The Great Shaman grinned, "Without question. I just probed Jiuwu's spirit soul with my spiritual consciousness—it's unquestionably him. Yet his Dao is something utterly foreign to me."

"We'll have him demonstrate it at the Grand Competition to gauge its potency."

The Chieftain agreed with a nod: "That appears our best course."

Turning to the Ninth Priest and City Guard Captain, the Great Shaman instructed, "Keep today's events sealed from the outside world."

"Yes, sir."

They assented promptly. Never had they dreamed of uncovering such a staggering secret. From now on, clinging close to Jiuwu seemed wise.

Meanwhile, upon Ji Jiuwu and his father's return home, Madam Ji approached anxiously, inquiring: "Husband, is Jiuwu safe?"

Ji Yuantao beamed, "He's perfectly well. Our Jiuwu bears a grand destiny, so no need for excessive concern."

"That's a relief. My boy's back safe and sound at last. Though life outside must've been rough—his complexion's so ashen."

Madam Ji pulled her son into a tender embrace, her heart aching as she spoke.

Sensing his mother's warmth, Ji Jiuwu smiled reassuringly: "Mother, rest easy. It's from practicing a unique technique, and there are no drawbacks."

After some warm words with his mother, Ji Jiuwu requested: "Father, could you show me to Big Brother?"

"Certainly."

Ji Yuantao understood his sons' close bond well. With eldest son Ji Qinheng still comatose, Jiuwu's worry was only natural.

Escorted by servants, the trio headed to the back courtyard. The moment Ji Jiuwu stepped inside, a potent herbal aroma hit him; a Witch Doctor was brewing remedies.

Spotting Ji Yuantao's group, the Witch Doctor rose swiftly to pay respects: "My Lord, My Lady, welcome."

Ji Yuantao questioned, "How fares Heng'er at present?"

The Witch Doctor explained hastily: "His wounds are stable for now, but the Young Master hasn't stirred in ages. If this persists, within three months, he might..."

He trailed off before "perish," yet the grim meaning hung clear to all.

Madam Ji, who'd just dried her eyes, felt fresh tears welling at the words.

Ji Jiuwu interjected quickly, "Mother, don't fret. I'm here now—Big Brother will pull through just fine."

Descending the mountain, Junior Brother Jiang Yan had supplied him with numerous healing elixirs, potent enough for Nurturing God Realm cultivators.

For Big Brother at Heaven Origin Realm, recovery seemed assured upon consumption.

Yet these assurances darkened the Witch Doctor's expression. He protested irritably, "My Lord, the Young Master's state can't endure more meddling. Allowing this clueless boy to interfere might doom him in mere days."

In the past, Ji Yuantao would have halted his son. But knowing Jiuwu's exploits now, he trusted the boy wouldn't trifle with such gravity.

He replied amiably, "Allow Jiuwu to examine him."

"What?"

At the mention of Jiuwu, the Witch Doctor stared at him in disbelief, demanding: "My Lord, this is Young Master Jiuwu?"

"Indeed. Please step aside for now."

Ji Yuantao sought to shield his son's abilities from outsiders, thus courteously dismissing the Witch Doctor.

"I cannot."

The Witch Doctor rejected outright, pressing on: "Lord Yuantao, the Old Chieftain entrusted me with Young Master Heng's care. Abandoning my post—if the Chieftain holds me accountable—my whole kin would bear the guilt."

Ji Jiuwu, overhearing, grinned and suggested: "Father, if the Witch Doctor insists on remaining, let him."

"Alright. But keep it confidential."

Ji Yuantao pondered curiously how his son's skills might surpass a seasoned Witch Doctor's.

They entered Ji Qinheng's chamber, where a rancid odor assaulted them at once. Ji Jiuwu wrinkled his nose instinctively, querying: "Senior Witch Doctor, what precisely harmed my Big Brother?"

The Witch Doctor revealed freely: "A Poisonous Flood Dragon's venom afflicted the Young Master. Even the Chieftain can only safeguard his vital channels with True Qi, powerless otherwise."

He'd tried purging it via herbs, deploying over a hundred varieties, yet the poison lingered stubbornly in the Young Master's frame.

As he advanced to draw back Ji Qinheng's covers, Ji Jiuwu beheld a man shrouded in purple hue, his frame gaunt and shrunken.

Bandages swathed his belly, stained inky by the tainted blood.

Ji Jiuwu reflected briefly, then declared: "Assist in propping my brother upright first. I know the way to save him."