I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 667 667: Two Women Become Saints

"Did you hear the news? The Qiankun Divine King from our Wendao Academy just subdued a Divine King right at the Ice Abyss."

"Not quite—it was actually a Divine Corpse. Something way scarier than any Divine King out there."

"..."

All over the Wendao Academy, disciples buzzed with talk about Chu Feng sealing away that Divine Corpse. Suddenly, getting into the Miscellaneous Dao Court turned into the hottest dream for every student there.

Outside the academy, folks and cultivators across the whole Xuan Province were chattering about it too.

Near the Ice Abyss edges, a bunch of cultivators from the Hundred Races clustered around a little mound. Up top stood the Snowman King, spinning his tale with flair: "That day, this king and Big Wolf were hauling the carriage for those two Divine Maidens straight to the Ice Abyss's deep sea gateway..."

At first, both the Snowman King and the Wolf Demon King planned to dive deep into their cultivation paths. But without resources, cultivation hits a wall.

Right then, the whole Ice Abyss was abuzz over that epic fight. The two mighty Demon Kings figured they'd share the day's wild events with these greenhorn listeners.

As the old proverb puts it: one shares with ten, ten spread to a hundred. Before long, every single day brought cultivators from the Hundred Races flocking to catch the two Demon Kings swapping stories about that clash.

Day after day, hordes of beings showed up just to soak in the two great Demon Kings' vivid retelling of the massive battle. Naturally, the Demon Kings didn't spill these tales for nothing.

To listen in, folks shelled out ten spirit stones apiece or traded items of equal worth. In a flash, those two Demon Kings shot up as the biggest names across the Ice Abyss.

After all, drawing a carriage for Divine Maidens and lurking behind a Divine King during the showdown? That was the ultimate fantasy for endless creatures.

In the Holy Lands scattered around, records of Chu Feng's feats got etched in stone. Plus, each Holy Land's Saints handed down strict commands: nobody messes with the Qiankun Divine King's disciples or kin.

Violate that, and you're booted from the Holy Land for good.

Cultivators all over the Xuan Province etched those four words—"Qiankun Divine King"—into their minds. Even though Chu Feng wasn't a Divine Emperor, his standing in the province matched one perfectly.

Chu Feng himself? He kicked back in total ease. Days blurred by with him fishing or doting on his little girl.

On the first and fifteenth of every month, he'd teach his disciples. And just like that, time rolled on.

Time has a way of burying memories. Ten years later, hardly anyone on the Xuan Province mainland brought up the Qiankun Divine King anymore.

I mean, the guy hadn't surfaced in ages. Even some clueless youngsters figured the tale of him pinning down the Divine Corpse was pure myth.

Wendao Academy disciples didn't bother setting them straight. To them, it made no difference if outsiders yapped about the Qiankun Divine King or not.

Truth was, those folks would never lay eyes on the Qiankun Divine King in their lifetime, let alone glimpse his awe-inspiring glory.

Twenty years flew by, turning the Qiankun Divine King's title into straight-up folklore. These days, the two daughters of the Qiankun Divine King stole the spotlight across the Xuan Province.

Their fame rivaled the Invincible Sword Xiao Chen and the Unparalleled Tyrant Fist Cao Youqian from back in the day.

The realm dubbed the girls with two epic handles: the Divine Sword Imperial Princess and the Thunderfire Imperial Princess. Both had soared to Nirvana Realm mastery.

Hitting the Half-Saint Realm? Just a question of when.

Thanks to Chu Feng's tutelage, Bing Yan and Princess Miaoyu had both ascended to Saint status.

From his students, Xu Caichen, Han Ping, Chu Caiyi, Chen Qianqian, Bai Qian, and Shi Xuan all reached Great Sage levels. A few stuck around the Wendao Academy for more training.

The rest headed to the Hongyuan Continent to practice alongside their two senior brothers.

Today marked the Wendao Academy's grand Sage Ceremony for those two Saints. Tons of people saw showing up as a huge privilege for the event honoring the pair.

Sure, mostly they hoped for a peek at the Qiankun Divine King's real look.

Bad luck—the Qiankun Divine King Chu Feng skipped appearing at the ceremony altogether. Not because he didn't want to back his wives.

To him, stuff like this wasn't worth the hassle.

Once the ceremony wrapped, the two ladies shared a passionate spring evening with Chu Feng. Come noon the next day, Chu Feng stirred awake to Saint Miaoyu's voice.

"Husband, there's something I need to talk over with you."

Chu Feng lifted his head slow at the sound, drawling out lazily: "What's on your mind?"

Saint Miaoyu replied: "I want to head back home and take the reins."

Chu Feng's first thought was this was her home now. But then it hit him—Princess Miaoyu had come over from Yunluo Island when they wed.

"Fine by me. I'll pop over every couple days then."

Saint Miaoyu froze for a beat hearing that. A flush crept over her cheeks.

Her dainty fist thumped his arm as she huffed: "You scoundrel, forever scheming to tease your little wife."

Chu Feng got dead serious: "We're top powerhouses of our era. That kind of distance? It's nothing. Why act like we're parting forever?"

"You're the pesky one. I simply don't want you feeling like I'm leaning on you," Saint Miaoyu pouted playfully.

"Hahaha..."

Chu Feng's laugh boomed out as he drew the stunning woman close. Grinning, he teased: "Lean on me how?"

"I won't even talk to you."

With that, Saint Miaoyu started gathering her things. Chu Feng had half a mind for a goodbye soak together, but nixed it.

Broad daylight outside—getting spotted would spell trouble.

Same day, Saint Miaoyu departed the Wendao Sect toward Yunluo Island. The instant she touched down, Yunluo Island's inhabitants rushed to bow in homage.

"We bow to Saint Miaoyu."

"All of you, stand."

Saint Miaoyu responded coolly, though her eyes drifted toward the Wendao Academy's direction.

She never imagined tagging along with her husband to the Wendao Academy for under a century would elevate her to Saint. Now she could shield Yunluo Island for real.

Still, she planned to keep a tight watch on her followers. No letting them stir up chaos everywhere while waving her Saint banner.

Over in the Miscellaneous Dao Court, Nie Xiuyuan stepped up as the fresh head. Being Chu Feng's pupil, nobody kicked up a fuss about him claiming the role.

Chu Feng figured this seasoned guy could steer the Miscellaneous Dao Court toward fresh triumphs. He'd seen plenty and carried more wisdom than the younger disciples.

Of course, the real thrill for Chu Feng was how his students' cultivation had leaped in these twenty years. It let him forge yet another Divine Spark.

Four Divine Sparks in his arsenal now. And Xiao Chen with Da Qian still hadn't processed those Ancestor Demon inner cores they held.

On the topic of demon inner cores, Chu Feng recalled he had a Divine Spark too. Time to break it down.

Though he wavered on whether to craft higher-tier pills or ones for the Saint Realm.

After mulling it over, he opted to consult the old dean. With a quick spin, Chu Feng materialized in the dean's yard.

"What in the world? You nearly gave this old timer a heart attack."

Dean Kong leaped from his lounge chair spotting Chu Feng pop up out of nowhere. Sure, he ran the Wendao Academy as dean, but Chu Feng topped him as the academy's mightiest.

No helping it with this rascal.

Chu Feng gave Dean Kong a respectful bow: "Teacher, your student has a question to pose."

???

Dean Kong blinked in shock. He itched to snap, who seeks counsel popping in like that, you ancient coot?

But that "Teacher" from Chu Feng warmed him right through. Any tiny gripe melted away.

Stroking his beard, he queried: "What's got you consulting this old fellow?"

"Answering Teacher, your student plans to use that Divine King's Divine Spark for pill crafting. But I'm torn on the pill type."

He went on, brow furrowed in concern: "Saint Realm pills or Divine King Realm ones?"

???

Dean Kong's grin vanished in a puff. He grumbled irritably: "Came to flaunt it all over this old man, huh."

Then he halted, adding: "Hold up, this old man just recalled you owe me something unfinished."

"The pill crafting favor?" Chu Feng grinned back.

"You've been stalling on purpose, right? Only bringing it up now," Dean Kong twigged that the kid was toying with him.

If he could best the guy, he'd string him up for a thrashing.

"No way."

Chu Feng kept a straight face: "I figured you weren't rushing, so I held off asking. Plus, folks don't request pill work quite like you do."

"You..."

Dean Kong got tongue-tied by the comeback. And he couldn't drum up a solid counter.

Chu Feng's point rang true. Pill requests didn't work by lounging around for the refiner to approach.

"Spill on your issue first. For crafting on the Xuantian Continent, stick below Saint Realm pills."

He clarified: "Heavenly Might crashes down otherwise, wiping out our Wendao Academy. Better pick a fresh world like the Hongyuan Continent or head to the void."

"But void crafting carries risks too. Getting jumped by rival Divine Kings mid-process? Disaster."

"Saint Realm pills alone? Your Divine King aura keeps the Xuantian Continent's pill tribulation mild. Hongyuan Continent goes without saying."

"And inside the Holy Court?" Chu Feng pressed.

"Think this old man pulls strings in the Holy Court? Talk to Zhen Divine King direct," Dean Kong shot back, rolling his eyes.

With Dean Kong's input, Chu Feng nailed down his pill plan. One Divine Spark splits into nine fragments.

His alchemy prowess now? Turning a fragment into the fabled Dao Fruit Pill would be smooth sailing.

Next, he queried: "Teacher, what sort of pill do you need your student to craft?"

Dean Kong got solemn: "This old man needs a Dao Fruit Pill from you."

"Easy enough. I'll scout a crafting spot soon."

As Chu Feng turned to go, Dean Kong halted him: "Hold on, you rascal."

"More to say?" Chu Feng wondered.

Dean Kong fiddled with his beard, pulling a box from his storage ring and passing it across.

"This old man doesn't cheat pupils. Here's the pill materials."

Chu Feng accepted the box, beaming: "Dean, don't worry—I'll whip up a top-grade Supreme Dao Fruit Pill for you."

Dean Kong: "..."