I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 652 652: Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian Return

"They've arrived at last. I figured they'd hold out a little more."

A faint smirk played on Chu Feng's lips as he uttered those words laced with scorn. Since the Three Ancestors had divided the Hongyuan Continent into four major regions three years back, the spiritual energy across the land had been steadily waning.

This drop was especially stark in the three outer continents, while the Central Continent saw the smallest dip in spiritual energy, despite all the ongoing battles.

Should this pattern persist, with one area fading and the other gaining strength, eventually the spiritual energy in the three continents would pale in comparison to the Central Continent's, and the whole Hongyuan Continent's fortune would fall entirely to the Central Continent.

At that point, the three clans would bow out of the fight for dominance over the Hongyuan Continent. Having battled for more than a decade and schemed for hundreds of years, they sure as hell wouldn't allow the prize almost in their grasp to slip away.

Particularly since the Sword Ancestor from the Nameless Sword Sacred Land and the Body Ancestor from the Tyrant Fist Sacred Land had both crushed demon gods belonging to the three clans.

The Three Ancestors had no choice but to strike. Even with their wounds not fully mended, for the sake of their grandest ambition, they'd throw everything into this clash.

Witnessing his Master brush off the Three Ancestors so casually, Ji Jiuwu inquired, "Master, are you planning to step in and crush the Three Ancestors yourself?"

"Exactly."

Chu Feng grinned and added, "This ridiculous show needs to wrap up. If those three geezers keep clashing, they'll wreck the whole Hongyuan Continent."

He aimed to prove the Dao and ascend to the pinnacle—he couldn't just sit idle while the Three Ancestors turned the continent into a wasteland. If extra hordes of extraterrestrial demons showed up, he might not hold them back.

"I'm curious about what the Three Ancestors are really after."

Ji Jiuwu muttered under his breath.

Chu Feng chuckled, "Do I even need to say? It's obviously our Wendao Sect."

Those words left Ji Jiuwu utterly stunned. He'd been hoping for a spectacle from afar, but his Master just revealed the epic showdown would unfold right at their Wendao Sect.

With a baffled expression, he questioned, "Master, why target our Wendao Sect specifically?"

"Sharp observation."

Chu Feng explained leisurely, "Jiuwu, shut your eyes and tap into your Great Dao Truth to detect the spot with the thickest fortune across the Central Continent."

Ji Jiuwu skipped following Chu Feng's instruction. He replied instantly, "Master, that's obvious. It has to be our Wendao Sect. I've checked it with the Heaven-Viewing Mirror already."

"Fine, then tell me—what's at stake in this battle for supremacy?"

Chu Feng wanted to quiz his top disciple. Merely teaching cultivation techniques wasn't sufficient—he had to mold him into a true Human Emperor.

"Obviously, it's territory and resources."

Ji Jiuwu couldn't fathom why his Master posed such a basic query. Wasn't that just standard fare?

"You're right, but only halfway."

Chu Feng paused on purpose: "As the old proverb states: in the fight for supremacy, fortune is the true prize. If all three clans carried fortune's favor, dominating the entire Hongyuan Continent wouldn't be out of reach. Yet the three clans erred—they sought backups for themselves, splitting the Hongyuan Continent apart.

For leaders in their spots, that decision made sense. Still, it left none of the three clans with true great fortune. Without snatching fortune from the other hundred clans, forget beating the rival two—even holding their present power would grow tough. At this pace, the three clans are doomed to fade within a millennium."

Hiss...

Ji Jiuwu instinctively sucked in a cold gasp and probed, "Master, is the contest for fortune truly so deep?"

"Absolutely."

Chu Feng beamed and declared, "I'm calling your two senior brothers home now. Time to square off against the three clans."

His voice stayed utterly composed, yet to Ji Jiuwu, it ignited a surge of thrilling fervor.

Ji Jiuwu exclaimed, "Master, I can't explain it, but I'm all pumped up."

"Hahaha..."

Chu Feng burst into booming laughter and said, "That's the spirit. Come on, let's spread this word to your junior brothers so they're in the loop and won't get blindsided."

"Understood."

After Ji Jiuwu agreed, he trailed his Master from the spot.

It wasn't long before word of this reached every disciple in the Wendao Sect. Learning their Master would intervene to overpower the Three Ancestors, excitement lit up every face.

Over in the Nameless Sword Sacred Land at the same time.

Xiao Chen got Chu Feng's message. Reading it, thrill sparked in his eyes, and he promptly summoned his disciples close.

"Jian Yi, Jian Sheng—come here."

"We're here, Master!"

Both emerged from the group at once. The rest of the disciples wore jealous looks. Their eldest and second senior brothers had absorbed the Master's core lessons and hit Harmonization Realm, on the verge of grasping Sword Dao Truth.

Xiao Chen flicked his wrist, materializing two wooden slips in his palm. He stated coolly, "You two draw today. The one pulling the long slip joins me back to the ancestral land to honor your Master Ancestor. The short slip holder takes my Sword Jade to protect the Nameless Sword Sacred Land."

His announcement sparked chaos among the crowd. No one foresaw their Master assembling them for such a purpose.

They'd heard him reference the ancestral land before, but always vaguely, just mentioning his Wendao Sect origins without details.

One disciple clasped his hands and ventured, "Master, can I tag along to the ancestral land?"

The others around him mirrored that hopeful stare.

Xiao Chen pondered briefly before replying, "Very well, three more of you will join via lots. We'll sort the draw right away."

"Many thanks, Master."

The disciples chorused gratefully, faces beaming.

Jian Yi and Jian Sheng locked eyes on the wooden slips. They lifted their hands gradually, but even before contact, shakes gripped their fingers.

Noticing their state, Xiao Chen grinned and ribbed, "Relax, no need for jitters. I'm only bringing you to meet Master this round. There'll be other chances."

Relieved by that, they exhaled deeply. They burned to witness the awe-inspiring Master Ancestor firsthand.

The draw wrapped up quickly. Clutching the long slip, Jian Sheng cried out in ecstasy, "I drew it! I drew it!"

Jian Yi next to him looked crestfallen. Xiao Chen clapped his shoulder and comforted, "Little Yi, handle the next draw for the others. We leave in seven days. The Nameless Sword Sacred Land's yours to oversee. Consider it your trial. Impress me, and you'll claim the role of Sword Son in our Nameless Sword Sacred Land."

At that, Jian Sheng's grin vanished in a flash, though thoughts of meeting the Master Ancestor brought it roaring back.

Meanwhile, Jian Yi bobbed his head firmly and vowed, "Master, I won't let you down."

Ten thousand miles off, within the Tyrant Fist Sacred Land.

Cao Youqian, gripping the hand of a five- or six-year-old girl, sensed his waist transmission jade glow. He glanced at it, and an eager grin spread across his lips.

"At long last, this moment arrives."

Lei Ruoxi nearby caught his words and queried with interest, "Husband, what's going on?"

After Cao Youqian had bested two demon gods in a row, Lei Ruoxi devoted herself fully to him, even giving birth to their daughter.

Cao Youqian beamed and offered, "I'm heading back to the ancestral land. Care to join, or remain here at the Tyrant Fist Sacred Land?"

Lei Ruoxi's eyes darted as she mulled it over, then decided, "I'll stay behind."

Currently, the Tyrant Fist Sacred Land split into two camps—one under her, backing their daughter Cao Ying for future leadership; the other under Lei Qilin, pushing Xia Kang for the spot.

Cao Youqian saw right through Lei Ruoxi's scheming but chose not to call it out. He just smiled and continued, "Fine, I'll bring Ying'er, Kang'er, and Da Lei to the ancestral land then. You manage things here."

With that, Cao Youqian passed a jade pendant to Lei Ruoxi and explained, "It holds my Nine Strikes. I meant to pass it to Ying'er originally, but since she's with me, she doesn't require it—I'll entrust it to you."

Lei Ruoxi snatched the pendant eagerly. Cao Youqian held his tongue—a woman with narrow vision. He went back to amusing his child, keeping silent on the deeper duties his Master had assigned her.

Though she shared his bed, he couldn't trust her not to betray the sect.

Seven days on, Cao Youqian mounted Lei Qilin with little Ying'er in tow, setting off from the Tyrant Fist Sacred Land toward the Wendao Sect. Poor Xia Kang huddled miserably at Lei Qilin's feet.

In just one day, Cao Youqian reached the Wendao Sect's base. As they halted, a breeze swept in from the side, bearing a voice he knew well.

"Da Qian, you arrived quicker than expected!"

Cao Youqian leaped off Lei Qilin's back at the sound and peered skyward. Xiao Chen floated down with four disciples in tow. He grinned and remarked, "Senior Brother, you're no slouch yourself."

Then he tweaked Ying'er's cheek gently and urged, "Go on, greet him as Eldest Uncle."

Ying'er chirped sweetly, "Eldest Uncle."

Only then did Xiao Chen spot the child. He chuckled, "Well, Da Qian, you sly one—got yourself a kid already."

Cao Youqian chuckled dopily, "Hehe, Senior Brother, you know my style. Come, let's head up and let Master bask in our happiness."

"Onward."

Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian strode together, chatting and jesting as they guided their disciples into the Wendao Sect...

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