I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 668 668: Supreme Dao Fruit Pill Completed, Shocking the Holy Court

In the pill-refining courtyard of the Holy Court, Chu Feng had secluded himself for a complete ninety-nine days. On that very day, a brilliant purple-golden radiance burst forth above the alchemy chamber.

Cultivators across the Holy Court were drawn by this glow and hurried over to the pill room.

Dao of Pill Saints were among them. Upon spotting the light over Chu Feng's pill room, astonishment spread across their faces.

Soon, a cultivator with white hair, a youthful visage, and a round belly cried out: "This...this is a Supreme Dao Fruit Pill!"

"How is this possible?"

"Isn't the Qiankun Divine King renowned for battle prowess? How could he hold such extraordinary alchemy talents?"

"..."

The crowd buzzed with chatter, voices rising in animated discussion and creating a lively commotion.

Inside the Holy Palace, Zhen Divine King was receiving updates from the assembled Great Sages about recent events across the continents of the Wendao Academy.

All at once, a patrolling Great Sage dashed in.

"Ancestor, wonderful news, wonderful news!"

"Hmm?"

Zhen Divine King regarded the Great Sage below with a quizzical look and questioned calmly: "What wonderful news?"

The Great Sage quickly replied: "To Ancestor, Old Ancestor Qiankun has successfully forged a Supreme Dao Fruit Pill!"

"What!"

Excitement lit up Zhen Divine King's features as he stood up from his seat.

It was essential to understand that few Saints and Divine Kings in the whole Wendao Academy could craft Dao Fruit Pills. Supreme Dao Fruit Pills were even rarer.

Should a Divine King emerge who could produce Supreme Dao Fruit Pills, the Wendao Academy's fighting strength would surge manifold.

A Supreme Dao Fruit Pill held ninety-nine strands of Dao Rhyme. It could propel a Saint straight into Divine King status.

Naturally, in typical scenarios, no one would resort to this. It squandered potential far too much.

If a Saint ascended to Divine King without at least nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of Dao Rhyme, they would rank as the feeblest among Divine Kings. Progress beyond that would prove exceedingly tough.

In essence, within the Wendao Academy, a Saint advancing to Divine King with merely ninety-nine strands of Dao Rhyme would receive scant respect due a Divine King. They would face disdain.

Accumulating at least nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of Dao Rhyme was vital for breakthrough and forging a Divine Spark. Only such Divine Kings earned true recognition.

Acquiring a Divine Spark in the Holy Court posed no great challenge. The real hurdle lay in employing it effectively.

While Divine Kings could refine Divine Sparks, the process dragged on endlessly. It also invited backlash from the Divine Spark.

Usually, Divine Kings extracted fragments from the Divine Spark and absorbed them gradually. This method stretched out over time.

Should Divine Spark fragments not be stored correctly, their divine power would dissipate. Worse, absorbing them failed to yield flawless results.

Thus, the Holy Court often turned Divine Spark fragments into Dao Fruit Pills. Regrettably, the Wendao Academy lacked elite alchemists.

No one there could craft Supreme Dao Fruit Pills.

Things had shifted now. If Qiankun could forge Dao Fruit Pills, the Wendao Academy would enjoy a steady flow of Supreme Dao Fruit Pills henceforth.

With this in mind, a pleased grin spread over Zhen Divine King's face. He brushed aside his current duties entirely.

He announced to the group: "Come with this old man to behold this momentous occasion. Our Wendao Academy now possesses Supreme Dao Fruit Pills."

The attending Great Sages, upon learning of the Supreme Dao Fruit Pill, also shelved their ongoing concerns.

After all, numerous among them were poised to reach Saint level. They simply aimed to gather more Great Dao truths for smoother progress in the Saint Realm.

Harboring varied intentions, they made their way to the Pill Peak in the Holy Court.

***

In the alchemy chamber, Chu Feng gazed at the nine pills radiating supreme Dao light. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

He whispered: "At last, it's complete. This Divine Spark didn't go to waste."

He collected the Supreme Dao Fruit Pills from the furnace. As he exited the door, a throng of people filled the entrance.

He promptly clasped his hands and greeted: "Fellow Daoists, what brings you all here?"

"We congratulate Qiankun Divine King on successfully refining the Supreme Dao Fruit Pill."

The assembly saluted together with cupped hands.

This spectacle almost startled Chu Feng. He hadn't anticipated these Holy Court veterans staging such a grand welcome.

Smiling, he responded: "Fellow Daoists are overly courteous. It's merely a minor Supreme Dao Fruit Pill. Such pomp is unnecessary."

Silence. What met Chu Feng was utter quiet.

Chu Feng soon sensed the odd vibe. The looks on the prominent figures' faces were particularly striking.

He was on the verge of speaking when a booming voice echoed from afar.

"Zhen Divine King has arrived!"

With that announcement, all eyes shifted to the courtyard entrance.

Flanked by many Great Sages and Saints, Zhen Divine King entered the yard at a measured pace.

"We pay respects to Lord."

The crowd bowed to Zhen Divine King.

"Rise, no need for ceremony."

Noting the peculiar air in the courtyard, Zhen Divine King chuckled while stroking his beard: "Everyone, didn't you long to witness a Supreme Dao Fruit Pill?"

He went on: "Qiankun Divine King has now refined the Supreme Dao Fruit Pill, so why the lack of joy?"

A devastating remark—this hit the alchemists like a thunderbolt.

A Saint eyed Zhen Divine King reproachfully and said: "Ancestor, must you join in the teasing?"

One voice sparked others to follow suit.

"Precisely, Ancestor. We've endured enough from Qiankun Divine King. Do you need to twist the knife?"

"Yes, Ancestor. Can't you Divine Kings spare a thought for our sentiments?"

"..."

Zhen Divine King nearly burst into laughter at their reactions. Grinning, he said: "What's gotten into you all? What did Fellow Daoist Qiankun actually utter?"

Chu Feng felt baffled too. He clarified: "I said nothing amiss. I merely noted that refining this Supreme Dao Fruit Pill isn't challenging, so Fellow Daoists needn't be so formal."

These words drew laughter from Zhen Divine King. Stroking his beard, he remarked: "Fellow Daoist Qiankun, your words were harmless, yet they stung every alchemist here."

He elaborated: "Not one of them has managed a Supreme Dao Fruit Pill. You succeeded today, drawing their congratulations."

"Ah, I see."

Chu Feng nearly voiced: I never thought these experts were so lacking. Had I realized, I wouldn't have spoken so.

He swiftly cupped his hands: "Everyone, you've misconstrued my intent. I meant no offense."

As Chu Feng addressed them, the others reciprocated with courtesy: "Qiankun Divine King, don't dwell on it. Our alchemy prowess falls short."

Witnessing this, Zhen Divine King stroked his beard and declared: "Listen to this old man, everyone."

His words instantly hushed the courtyard.

As Holy Court dean, Zhen Divine King commanded respect from all save the few slumbering Divine Kings.

Suddenly, all attention fixed on Zhen Divine King.

"Qiankun, you spoke innocently today and have apologized to those here, so this should conclude the matter."

He hesitated, then added: "Yet, this old man has an idea."

Zhen Divine King halted, his eyes probing Chu Feng curiously.

Skilled at reading cues, Chu Feng smiled: "Please share, Senior."

Zhen Divine King proceeded: "You were granted a sixty-year respite earlier. Post-respite, the Holy Court will assign you a role."

He outlined: "By tradition, you choose between staying in the Holy Court or joining the Void Battlefield."

Then he proposed: "This old man invites you to remain and instruct fellow disciples in alchemy here. Your thoughts?"

"With Senior's kind invitation, how could this junior decline?"

Chu Feng shunned needless conflict. Guiding in alchemy resembled mentoring pupils.

He wouldn't pass up this fine prospect.

Zhen Divine King hadn't foreseen such swift agreement. He turned to the Pill Peak alchemists.

From the throng, an elder stepped forward, saluted, and offered: "Lord, should Qiankun Divine King stay, this disciple gladly relinquishes the Dao of Pill Court Dean position."

"Excellent."

Zhen Divine King glanced at Chu Feng, seeking his view.

Chu Feng declined hastily: "Dean? No, that's impossible. I prefer freedom."

He reasoned: "As Pill Court dean, how could I focus on refining pills?"

He continued: "But let me be clear: if you seek to study alchemy under me, I'll teach freely. How much you grasp or if you accept me as master is up to you."

These statements shifted perspectives on Chu Feng, particularly among alchemists.

Now, their gazes brimmed with respect.

Alchemy expertise was an alchemist's core trade. Yet Qiankun Divine King shared it generously.

They themselves couldn't match such openness.

The Dao of Pill Court Dean spoke first: "We pay respects to Sir. Henceforth, Qiankun Divine King is the guiding Sir for all our Dao of Pill Court alchemists."

Fellow alchemists bowed and echoed their assent.

This display delighted Zhen Divine King immensely. His smile resisted suppression like an unyielding force.

He mused inwardly: That lad Kong has truly astonished this old man with a grand gift!

After courtesies, Chu Feng took his leave from the assembly.

Per the deal, he'd return to the Holy Court in thirty years to mentor alchemists in pill crafting.

No one contested this. Chu Feng was in his rest phase, after all.

Back at the Wendao Academy, Chu Feng approached the dean's courtyard without delay.

To not alarm the dean, he lingered patiently outside this time...