I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 646 646: Xiao Chen: Those Who Offend My Famous Sword Holy Land Shall Die!

Clang!

With a resounding sword hum, a beam of sword glow tore across the heavens.

It sliced into that grand peak as if ripping through flimsy paper, while simultaneously the sword glow impaled the Earth Qilin's form.

In that moment, time appeared to freeze. The Earth Qilin's imposing frame halted in the air, and the overwhelming pressure radiating from it vanished in a flash like a collapsing dam, together with its Mount Tai Crushing Top technique.

The beings there hadn't even processed the events when sword glow burst from the Earth Qilin's body, running it through completely.

The Earth Qilin stared in shock at the seemingly frail human in front of it and questioned, "How... how could this be? Why are you able to unleash techniques beyond the Great Witch Realm?"

Xiao Chen replied calmly, "Sword cultivators focus not on cultivation level, but solely on the Sword Heart. If the Sword Heart remains steadfast, any foe can be overcome. Moreover, battling foes of higher realms is just routine for me."

"I... I didn't lose unfairly, yet the Qilin clan won't be beaten. Someday, the Qilin clan will dominate this realm, and you'll accompany me in the underworld."

Once the Earth Qilin uttered those words, its body cleaved apart into two sections, contracting steadily as it plunged swiftly to the earth. Its divine soul scattered amid the skies and lands.

Silence reigned; the whole area fell so still that the drop of a pin would echo.

Every creature nearby directed looks of astonishment, reverence, and fear toward Xiao Chen. Right then, Xiao Chen was bathed in divine radiance; hovering amid the clouds, he resembled a Sword Immortal gracing the mortal realm, forcing deities and fiends to withdraw.

Boom!!!

Upon the Earth Qilin's remains hitting the ground, it produced a thunderous crash, stirring up vast clouds of dirt. The Earth Qilin's flesh and blood released a tempting scent.

Yet no demon from the race dared advance to claim the Earth Qilin's remains; they remained rooted in place, as though turned to stone.

Xiao Chen gazed down upon these demons from on high and declared coolly, "Any who provoke my Famous Sword Holy Land must perish!"

His voice wasn't booming, yet it rang true in the ears of every demon there. To them, those words sounded like the whisper of the Grim Reaper.

"Sword God Lord above, we were forced by the Earth Qilin and never meant to oppose you."

"Indeed, Sword God Lord, grant us mercy, please."

"..."

Xiao Chen showed no hint of compassion in his gaze as he regarded them and stated flatly, "I offered you an opportunity, but regrettably, you squandered it."

With those words, he swung the sword in his grasp with ease.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!

As sword qi surged forth, in an instant, myriad beams of sword glow descended.

Upon witnessing this sword strike, the demons of that race tried to escape, but it proved futile.

The blades rained down, and blood flowed like rivers.

Xiao Chen spared no glance at the demon corpses. With a sweep of his broad hand, he gathered the remains of Demon Kings and higher into his Storage Ring, then strode back to Sword Peak.

He instructed the arriving disciples, "Skip cultivation for today; instead, all of you clean up the battlefield."

A disciple inquired, "Master, what do you mean by cleaning the battlefield?"

Xiao Chen responded evenly, "It signifies guiding the folks of Famous Sword Holy Land to gather those demon beast remains. Surely you don't wish to let outsiders profit from this?"

At those words, excitement lit up the faces of everyone present. They hadn't anticipated their Master granting them authority over the battle spoils.

They chorused together, "Many thanks, Master."

"Dismissed."

After that, Xiao Chen shut his eyes and started meditating to restore his energy.

"Understood."

The disciples descended the mountain in succession to spread this favorable news to Famous Sword Holy Land's members. Soon enough, a large group of human cultivators emerged from Famous Sword Holy Land and set about cleaning the battlefield.

Once Xiao Chen completed his recovery, he retrieved the Earth Qilin's Demon God Pill from his Storage Ring. Probing it with his divine sense, he noted that the Great Dao power inside the Demon God Pill remained fully intact.

Absorbing that Great Dao power would undoubtedly propel him further along the Sword Dao path.

He promptly carved a message with his sword: I'm entering secluded cultivation; handle your training independently.

Then, he headed to Sword Peak's rear mountain, ingested the Demon God Pill, and commenced refining the Great Dao power it held.

Ninety-nine days afterward, Xiao Chen gradually opened his eyes and muttered, "This Earth Qilin proved a true boon; it boosted my Sword Dao True Meaning by ninety-nine points, making sainthood within reach."

...

Within Wen Dao Sect, Chu Feng had gotten system alerts over recent days about Cao Youqian and Xiao Chen each comprehending ninety-nine Great Dao True Meanings in sequence. This elevated his Dao Rhyme by twenty.

These two lads had gained such vast Great Dao True Meaning in mere months, which genuinely astonished him as their teacher.

That said, Chu Feng had grown remarkably occupied lately, devoting each day to crafting statues.

Some days prior, Ji Jiuwu and Jiang Yan had come back to the sect and shared that their tribes faced threats from the Green Luan Bird and the Poison Flood Dragon. Luckily, both had wielded the Sword Jade from Chu Feng to repel them.

Likewise, they relayed intelligence akin to Cao Youqian's: the three-race conflict loomed near.

To safeguard his two disciples' kin, Chu Feng chose to present them with a pair of statues. With his statues nearby, no Demon God could breach their tribes.

He labored for a fortnight. That evening at twilight, Chu Feng summoned the pair to his presence.

Spotting Chu Feng, they quickly paid homage, "Disciple Ji Jiuwu, Disciple Jiang Yan, greet Master."

"Spare the formalities. I understand your worry for your tribesfolk. Carry these two statues to your tribes for veneration."

"Should peril arise, simply prostrate three times and叩 nine times before these statues, and I'll intervene accordingly."

As Chu Feng explained, he gestured, and two statues materialized in front of the duo.

Ji Jiuwu and Jiang Yan eyed the two statues mirroring their Master precisely and bowed at once, uttering, "Gratitude, Master."

Chu Feng remarked calmly, "I merely wish for you to train without hindrance. These two statues can endure my intervention thrice at most. Use them sparingly, only in threats of tribal annihilation."

"We shall heed Master's words."

Their visit this time aimed to request Master's aid in shielding their clansmen. With Master agreeing to act, joy overwhelmed them.

Chu Feng continued, "Very well, I'll transport you back to your tribes now. Just picture your tribes' locations in your thoughts."

"Yes."

Ji Jiuwu and Jiang Yan promptly shut their eyes and visualized their tribes' positions.

Chu Feng flicked his hand lightly, and the pair vanished from view.

Watching his senior brothers depart, Lu Ming queried right away, "Master, will this three-race struggle impact our Wen Dao Sect?"

"Of course. As the proverb states: when the nest falls, how can eggs remain whole? Our Wen Dao Sect resides on Hongyuan Continent. Amid the clash of those three powers, escape proves impossible."

"That said, fret not. Should the three mighty Demon Ancestors arrive at our gates, I can subdue them effortlessly."

Chu Feng uttered this casually, dismissing the famed three great Demon Ancestors entirely. If they left him be, fine; but if they dared provoke, he'd paint the scene red for them.

Lu Ming and the fellow disciples, upon hearing, showed thrilled faces. They declared as one, "Master truly reigns supreme."

Chu Feng lightly tapped Lu Ming's antlers with a finger. "Since when did you learn to butter me up, brat? Focus on your cultivation. I won't shield you forever."

Lu Ming rubbed his antlers and replied, "Master, your lifespan spans eternity; how wouldn't you safeguard your disciple lifelong?"

Chu Feng countered, "Your first part holds true, but the latter falters. Eventually, I'll soar past the Nine Heavens, so how could I continue guarding you, little one?"

"Soar past the Nine Heavens?"

Lu Ming echoed this while tilting his head skyward.

"Since I'm free, I'll explain the realms beyond Demon Ancestor and the level needed to soar past the Nine Heavens."

Chu Feng halted briefly before instructing his disciples.

The gathered disciples listened to Chu Feng's account and felt an irrepressible longing stir within.

Meanwhile, Ji Jiuwu and Jiang Yan sensed darkness envelop them, then brightness return, finding themselves in the Long River Tribe and Sky Fire Tribe, respectively.

The instant they arrived, they knew they were home. Madam Ji stared at her son materializing from nowhere, frozen in place. Moments later, she inquired, "Jiuwu, is that really you?"

Ji Jiuwu answered, "Yes, Mother, it's your son."

"How did you materialize so abruptly, and what's with the statue you're carrying?"

Only then did Madam Ji spot the statue next to her son, though oddly, she couldn't discern its facial features clearly.

Ji Jiuwu clarified for his mother, "Mother, Master transported me here. This statue is Master's gift to our Long River Tribe. I'll escort it to the sacrificial hall immediately."

"Hold on."

Madam Ji halted her son and stated, "Do you realize whose statue occupies the sacrificial hall?"

Ji Jiuwu wasn't dim and caught on swiftly. The hall honored the Water God. Placing his Master's statue there would dishonor Master.

Moreover, tribesfolk might resist, potentially sparking needless turmoil.

He said promptly, "Mother, I was muddled. We'll keep this statue at home instead. If calamity strikes our Long River Tribe, you and Father need only bow three times and kowtow nine times for Master to act."

Madam Ji assented and added, "We should consult your father and grandfather first to ready them."

"Agreed."

Ji Jiuwu consented without hesitation.

Elsewhere, in the Sky Fire Tribe, Jiang Yan set the statue straight in his home's ancestral hall. To him, henceforth, his line would revere only Master and none other.

The following day, after briefing their clansmen fully, the two headed back to Wen Dao Sect. At present, their sole path lay in growing stronger...

Unlock 30 chapters right away (at the old 20-chapter tier's cost) and receive 50–55 fresh chapters monthly.

If the tale captivates you, think about backing me at:

patreon.com/Alex_Cruise