Who Said the Human Race Had No Great Emperor?

Ouyang had just reached the foot of Little Mountain Peak with Xiao Feng when a huge white Paper Crane drifted over.

"Eldest Senior Brother, you're back! Did you bring Tutu a present?" Hu Tutu's clear, childish voice rang out from the Paper Crane.

Smiling, Ouyang watched Hu Tutu jump down from the Paper Crane and rummage over him for presents like a little puppy.

"Look what I've got!" Like a magician, Ouyang pulled a skewer of candied hawthorn from his sleeve.

"Wow! Candied hawthorn! I haven't had any in ages! Thank you, Eldest Senior Brother!" Hu Tutu took it delightedly, planted a happy kiss on Ouyang, and spun in circles with the skewer held high.

Suddenly, Hu Tutu noticed Xiao Feng standing behind Ouyang.

The happily frolicking Hu Tutu immediately hid beside Ouyang. Clutching his clothes, she poked her head out and eyed Xiao Feng warily. "Eldest Senior Brother, who's this?"

Ouyang affectionately stroked Hu Tutu's head and said with a smile, "He's a promising youngster I found for Master. He counts as a Registered Disciple of Little Mountain Peak."

Then Ouyang turned to Xiao Feng and said, "Junior Brother Xiao, this is Hu Tutu, Little Mountain Peak's fifth disciple. She may be young, but she's your Senior Sister."

Seniority within a sect was determined not by age, but by when one joined.

After all, powerful cultivators could easily be a thousand years old, so age had long since lost its meaning to them.

For instance, if a thirty-year-old ordinary man sought out a seven-year-old girl, people would think he was a beast.

But if a four-hundred-year-old cultivator and a three-hundred-year-old cultivator became Dao Companions...

Wouldn't that suddenly seem like no big deal?

Xiao Feng cupped his hands and bowed slightly to Hu Tutu. "Xiao Feng greets Senior Sister!"

Holding her candied hawthorn in one hand, Hu Tutu stared blankly at Xiao Feng, even forgetting to keep chewing the piece in her mouth.

"Slurp... I'm a Senior Sister now?" Hu Tutu wiped away her drool, still hardly able to believe it.

Shouldn't I give him a present for our first meeting?

Hu Tutu hurriedly searched herself: leftover sweet potato from yesterday, a cricket she had caught that morning, a freshly picked flower, and the skewer of candied hawthorn in her hand, with just one bite taken out of it.

Hu Tutu cast a reluctant glance at her candied hawthorn, then held it up, looking ready to cry. "Junior Brother, have some!"

Watching Hu Tutu pout until her face resembled a little bun, her eyes brimming with tears as she held out her candied hawthorn, Xiao Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "No, thank you, Senior Sister. I don't like sweets."

He doesn't like sweets? That's good, then. Hu Tutu let out a long sigh of relief, puffed out her little chest, and stepped out from behind Ouyang.

She circled Xiao Feng, apparently inspecting this junior brother who had fallen into her lap.

I'm a Senior Sister now! I'm a big kid already!

"Junior Brother, bring your head closer," Hu Tutu said, waving her little hand at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng bent down in confusion, and a small hand tucked a little white flower beside his ear.

"This is the prettiest little flower I saw today," Hu Tutu said softly. "I was going to give it to Eldest Senior Brother, but now it's yours!"

Xiao Feng touched the little white flower by his ear. A heartfelt smile spread across his face as he looked at the innocent Hu Tutu before him. "Thank you, Senior Sister."

Hu Tutu clapped her hands, and the Paper Crane slowly flew over to the three of them. Raising her candied hawthorn, she called to Ouyang and Xiao Feng, "Let's go! We're going home! Third Senior Brother's cooking fish today!"

The Paper Crane carried the three of them up to the summit on a gentle breeze.

When they reached the summit, the Paper Crane had barely landed...

Before Hu Tutu eagerly shouted into the courtyard, "Senior Brothers! Senior Brothers! Eldest Senior Brother brought back a little junior brother!"

Xiao Feng looked up, and a single glance was enough to make him fall in love with the little courtyard.

Blue bricks, green roof tiles, and a lush, leafy tree standing in the courtyard.

Beneath the tree, a white-robed youth slept in a reclining chair with a book covering his face.

Another youth was up on the roof, repairing it.

Cooking smoke rose from the kitchen in the corner of the courtyard.

It looked nothing like what one would expect of a great sect, and far more like a peaceful, idyllic country life.

To Xiao Feng, who had come from the mortal world, it felt especially familiar.

Lying in his reclining chair, Bai Feiyu took the book off his face, raised his head to look at Xiao Feng, and waved by way of greeting.

Up on the roof, Leng Qingsong kept hammering away, minding his own business.

Only Chen Changsheng came out of the kitchen at the commotion, wearing an apron and smiling at Xiao Feng.

But he instantly froze in place.

Xiao Feng's face slowly overlapped with that supreme figure in his memories of his previous life.

"Our Human Race must strive ceaselessly to grow stronger! Who dares say our Human Race has no Great Emperor!"

"Xiao Feng of the Human Race stands here! Who dares step forward to meet their death!"

Towering waves of shock surged through Chen Changsheng's heart. His eldest senior brother had brought home an extraordinary figure!!!

Xiao Feng, Humanity’s Great Emperor, who had single-handedly held the Devil Race at bay for ten years in his previous life!

And in this life, he was actually his junior brother?

Before Chen Changsheng could recover from his shock, Hu Tutu sniffed the air and asked curiously, "What's burning?"

"My fish!" Chen Changsheng cried, turning and rushing back into the kitchen.

Could Humanity’s Great Emperor be more important than the fish in his pan?

When lunch was served, Ouyang brought Xiao Feng over and introduced everyone in turn.

Second Senior Brother Leng Qingsong, Third Senior Brother Chen Changsheng, Fourth Senior Brother Bai Feiyu, and Little Junior Sister Hu Tutu.

Xiao Feng respectfully greeted each of them in turn, looking cautious.

Leng Qingsong glanced at Xiao Feng and nodded, then lowered his head and shoveled down his food.

Bai Feiyu looked Xiao Feng over and shook his head. This junior brother's root bone was far too poor. Although his blood and vital energy were vigorous, he had no talent for cultivating the Sword Dao.

Meanwhile, Hu Tutu stared at a slightly burnt fish with a miserable little face.

Only Chen Changsheng kept his eyes fixed on Xiao Feng.

This pillar who had steadied the Human Race in his previous life, someone he had only been able to glimpse from afar, was now bowing to him with such nervous reverence!

Life truly was wondrous!

Changsheng is staring at Xiao Feng like that. Could there be something wrong with Xiao Feng too? Watching Chen Changsheng, Ouyang's heart sank.

As someone who had been reborn, Chen Changsheng was bound to know Xiao Feng's background, so Ouyang paid the most attention to his gaze.

Sure enough, from the moment Xiao Feng, who fit the Child of Heaven's Will template, had entered, Chen Changsheng's eyes had never left him.

The arrival of a new junior brother at Little Mountain Peak caused little stir.

Everyone went about their business as usual. When Chen Changsheng was about to return to his room to cultivate, however, Ouyang stopped him.

"Changsheng, come to my room with Junior Brother Xiao!" Ouyang said, looking at Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng stiffened slightly, excitement stirring within him.

Great Emperor Xiao was my idol in my previous life!

After Xiao Feng and Chen Changsheng followed Ouyang into his room...

Ouyang frowned as he looked over the two of them. Finally, his gaze settled on Chen Changsheng. "Changsheng, Junior Brother Xiao's root bone was stolen and his dantian destroyed, leaving him unable to cultivate. I've thought of a way to help him cultivate, but I need your help."

Chen Changsheng nodded and asked, "Whatever you need, Senior Brother, just say the word."

Hearing Chen Changsheng's answer, Ouyang immediately relaxed. Since Chen Changsheng had agreed, that meant there was nothing wrong with Xiao Feng's identity.

With that, Ouyang smiled and said:

"I hear you're pretty good at painting, Changsheng?"