I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? - Chapter 612: Xiao Chen: From Today On, I Will Transmit the Dao Here
Chapter 612: Xiao Chen: From Today On, I Will Transmit the Dao Here
Silence fell over the Wolf Fang Tribe, so quiet that even a pin dropping could be heard.
All the human clansmen stared at the Wolf God’s corpse plummeting rapidly from the sky, each of them frozen in shock, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as they stared blankly at the scene before them.
At this moment, the faith in the hearts of many within the Wolf Fang Tribe’s human clans had already collapsed. If not for the terrifying presence of the man before them, they would have broken down and wailed loudly.
Xiao Chen slowly sheathed the sword in his hand, then reached out with a large hand and pulled the wolf demon’s corpse before him. He extracted its demon core, then neatly cut apart the flesh and blood, placing each portion into his storage ring.
“The Wolf God has fallen!”
The High Priest cried out first in alarm.
At his shout, waves of wailing echoed throughout the Wolf Fang Tribe.
“The Wolf God has fallen, our Wolf Fang Tribe is finished!”
“We are finished!”
“…”
Hearing these words, Xiao Chen frowned slightly and shifted his gaze to the High Priest. Feeling Xiao Chen’s eyes upon him, the High Priest revealed an anxious expression and continuously kowtowed, saying, “Sword God above, I beg you to show mercy and spare us.”
“When did I ever say I would kill you?”
Xiao Chen asked calmly.
Upon hearing this, the fear in the eyes of those present turned into joy, but it quickly transformed into confusion and unease.
“Thank you, Sword God, for showing mercy.”
As the High Priest spoke, he cautiously stood up and stole glances at the terrifying powerhouse before him. To his surprise, there was not the slightest trace of killing intent on this man, but rather a hint of puzzlement.
He tentatively asked, “May I ask, Sword God, is there something you wish to inquire about?”
Xiao Chen asked flatly, “Why is it that the death of a single wolf demon makes you people act as though the sky has fallen?”
Sigh…
The High Priest let out a long sigh and slowly explained, “Sword God, you may not know this, but without the Wolf God’s protection, our Wolf Fang Tribe—no, all human tribes under the Wolf God Tribe—not only lose their shelter, but also their inheritance. In the end, we will only be swallowed up by other tribes.
“If we are lucky, we might keep our lives. If not, we will be taken by other tribes and used as sacrificial offerings to their gods.”
Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes and asked, “Why must we humans obtain inheritances from the demon race?”
With a helpless expression, the High Priest replied, “Because the human race has no powerful deity. Even if there are Martial Gods, they must attach themselves to stronger existences, and the Martial God inheritances are incomplete, unable to allow humans to cultivate properly.”
“So that is how it is.”
Xiao Chen said calmly, “Since I have arrived, I will naturally impart to you the methods of cultivating immortality. In the future, becoming a Sword Saint—what you call a Martial God—will be no difficulty at all.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the High Priest’s face lit up with ecstatic joy as he eagerly asked, “Sword God, are your words truly sincere?”
“Do I have any need to deceive people like you?”
Xiao Chen’s tone carried an incomparable authority. With just that single sentence, it nearly frightened the High Priest to the point of being unable to speak.
“It was this old man’s foolishness.”
The High Priest hurriedly said. Now that there was a powerhouse even stronger than the Wolf God willing to bestow an inheritance upon their Wolf Fang Tribe, he naturally would not refuse. As for what might happen in the future, that was not something they could decide.
He quickly asked again, “May I know when the Sword God will guide the disciples of my Wolf Fang Tribe in cultivation?”
“No rush.”
Xiao Chen paused briefly before continuing, “I will not be leaving your tribe for the time being. Just now, I heard you say that the wolf demon ruled over many human tribes. Trouble you to notify all the tribes and tell them that the wolf demon has already been suppressed by me. Any children who are twelve years old may come to your Wolf Fang Tribe to receive my inheritance.”
Hearing this, the High Priest subconsciously asked, “Sword God, are you planning to take over the Wolf God’s territory?”
“You may think of it that way if you wish. Coincidentally, your Wolf Fang Tribe has a connection with me, so this place will serve as my temporary Dao field.”
Xiao Chen had followed Chu Feng in cultivation for many years. To him, where he cultivated did not matter, as long as the destined connection was sufficient.
“This old man will immediately notify the other tribes, and while I am at it, change my tribe’s totem and name. I also ask the Sword God to bestow a name upon our tribe.”
The High Priest was extremely familiar with such matters. In his view, following the Sword God or the Wolf God made no difference, so long as their tribe could continue to exist.
A thoughtful look appeared on Xiao Chen’s face. After a moment, he spoke, “Since this is my first Dao field, let it be called the Sword Saint Sacred Land.”
As he finished speaking, his gaze fell upon the tallest mountain within the Wolf Fang Tribe, and he asked, “No one lives on that mountain, correct?”
“Reporting to the Sword God, that mountain was originally the Wolf God’s—no, the wolf demon’s—altar. There is not a single person living there now.”
The High Priest did not know why the Sword God was asking this, but he answered honestly.
“Very good.”
After speaking, Xiao Chen took out his treasured sword from his storage ring and casually swung it. A terrifying sword qi shot toward that mountain.
Rumble!
Accompanied by a thunderous boom, the mountain peak shook violently, as though it would collapse in the next instant.
All the humans of the Wolf Fang Tribe looked toward that mountain and saw a stone sword dozens of zhang tall standing at the summit.
The cultivators of the Wolf Fang Tribe felt their hearts tremble as they gazed at that sword.
Especially the High Priest, who could clearly sense that the divine might emanating from that stone sword was several times stronger than that of the Wolf God.
If even a lifeless object was this powerful, just how strong must this Sword God before them be?
Xiao Chen paid no attention to the crowd. He took a single step forward, and in the next moment, he had already set foot upon that sword peak. He was not in a hurry to name the sword peak, intending instead to carve its name after his cultivation advanced further.
The reason he chose this sword peak was because, in the unseen depths, there was a sense of heavenly will guiding him.
Only after Xiao Chen disappeared did the humans of the Wolf Fang Tribe come back to their senses. One by one, they gasped for breath, as what had just happened was simply too shocking for them, and they had yet to fully recover.
The Wolf Fang Tribe’s chieftain walked up to the High Priest and asked, “High Priest, what should we do next?”
With a dignified expression, the High Priest said, “Did you not hear the Sword God’s command just now? Send flying eagles to deliver messages to all tribes, telling them to bring the young members of their tribes to pay respects to the Sword God within seven days. If anyone is unwilling, then let them bear the Sword God’s wrath themselves.”
“Yes.”
The chieftain responded and then immediately departed.
At the same time, within a radius of ten thousand li, in hundreds of large and small human tribes, the Wolf God statues they worshipped shattered one after another.
This phenomenon naturally frightened the upper echelons of every tribe. The shattering of the Wolf God statues meant that the Wolf God had fallen.
This was not good news for them. The leaders of each tribe gathered together to discuss countermeasures, debating whether to migrate or to wait for a new god to take over this land.
Just as the leaders of the various tribes were in heated discussion, the flying eagles from the Wolf Fang Tribe had already arrived at several large tribes.
Very soon, the news that the Wolf God had been slain by the Sword God spread within those major tribes, and then rapidly expanded toward the surrounding smaller tribes.
In less than a single day, all human tribes large and small within a radius of ten thousand li received this news.
However, only one third of the tribes chose to head to the Wolf Fang Tribe the very next day, hoping to meet that Sword God as early as possible.
Compared to the human race, the descendants of the Inviting Moon Wolf Emperor fled this land the moment they sensed the fall of their ancestral forebear.
As for the other demon kings, after sensing the great battle that had taken place earlier, they all rushed toward the Wolf Fang Tribe, hoping to leave a good impression on the new ruler.
Early the next morning, a startled cry shattered the brief calm of the Wolf Fang Tribe.
“This is bad, this is bad, the beast tide has arrived!”
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