Xiao Chen: From This Day On, I Shall Teach the Dao Here

Silence reigned in the Wolf Fang Tribe; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Human Race stared blankly at the Wolf God's corpse rapidly falling from the sky, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets as they watched the scene unfold before them.

At this moment, the faith in the hearts of many Human Race the Wolf Fang Tribe tribe had collapsed. If the man in front of them hadn't been so terrifying, they would have cried out in despair.

Xiao Chen slowly sheathed his sword, grabbed the wolf demon's corpse with his large hand, pulled it out of its demon core, and then cut up the flesh and placed it into his storage ring.

"The Wolf God has fallen!"

The high priest was the first to exclaim in surprise.

His shout was followed by a series of mournful howls from the Wolf Fang Tribe.

"The Wolf God has fallen, our Wolf Fang Tribe is finished!"

We're finished!

"..."

Xiao Chen frowned slightly upon hearing this and turned his gaze to the High Priest. Sensing Xiao Chen's gaze, the High Priest's face showed unease, and he repeatedly kowtowed, saying, "Sword God above, we beg you to have mercy and spare us."

When did I ever say I was going to kill you?

Xiao Chen calmly countered with a question.

Upon hearing this, the fear in the eyes of those present turned into joy, but quickly turned into confusion and unease.

"Thank you for your Sword God."

The high priest cautiously stood up and stole glances at the terrifyingly powerful figure before him. To his surprise, the figure exuded no murderous aura whatsoever, but rather a look of doubt.

He tentatively asked, "May I ask, Sword God, what would you like to ask?"

Xiao Chen asked calmly, "Why are you all acting like the sky has fallen just because a wolf demon died?"

well...

The high priest sighed and slowly explained, "Sword God, you are unaware of the truth. Without the protection of the Wolf God, our Wolf Fang Tribe, no, Human Race under the Wolf God Tribe, would not only lose their protection but also lose their lineage, and would eventually be swallowed up by other tribes."

Those who are lucky might survive, while those who are unlucky will be used as sacrifices to the gods by other tribes.

Xiao Chen squinted and asked, "Why should our Human Race obtain inheritance from the Demon Race?"

The high priest said with a helpless expression, "Because the Human Race does not have powerful deities, even if they have Shaman God, they must rely on an even more powerful being, and the Shaman God's lineage is incomplete, making it impossible for the Human Race to cultivate normally."

"I see."

Xiao Chen said calmly, "Now that I'm here, I will naturally teach you the methods of cultivation. Becoming Sword Saint, or what you call Shaman God, will be a piece of cake in the future."

Upon hearing this, the high priest's face lit up with ecstatic joy, and he asked eagerly, "Sword God, is this true?"

"Why would I need to deceive people like you?"

Xiao Chen's tone carried an unparalleled air of authority, and with just one sentence, he almost rendered the High Priest speechless.

"It's just that this old man is too dull."

The high priest hurriedly said that a powerful being, even stronger than the Wolf God, was about to bestow upon their Wolf Fang Tribe's legacy, and he naturally would not refuse. As for what would happen in the future, that was beyond their control.

He quickly pressed on, asking, "When will the Sword God begin to guide the disciples of my Wolf Fang Tribe in their cultivation?"

"No rush."

Xiao Chen paused for a moment. "I won't be leaving your tribe for a while. I just heard you say that the wolf demon has many Human Race under its command. Please inform all the tribes that the wolf demon has been suppressed by me, and that any child over twelve years old can come to your Wolf Fang Tribe to receive my inheritance."

Upon hearing this, the high priest instinctively asked, "Sword God, are you planning to take over the Wolf God's territory?"

"If that's how you see it, that's fine too. It just so happens that your Wolf Fang Tribe has a connection with me, so this place will serve as my temporary training ground."

Xiao Chen had followed Chu Feng in cultivation for many years. For him, the place of cultivation was not important, as long as the fate was right.

"This humble old man will immediately go and inform the other tribes, and while I'm at it, change my tribe's totem and name. I also humbly request that the Sword God bestow a new name upon my tribe."

The high priest was very familiar with this kind of thing. In his view, it made no difference whether he followed the Sword God or the Wolf God, as long as their tribe could continue.

Xiao Chen's face showed a thoughtful expression. After a while, he said, "Since this is my first training ground, let's call it the Famous Sword Holy Land."

After saying that, his gaze fell on the highest peak of the Wolf Fang Tribe, and he asked, "Is there no one on that mountain?"

"Reporting to the Sword God, that mountain was originally the altar of the Wolf God and the Wolf Demon, but now no one lives there."

The high priest, unsure why the man before him was asking this question, answered honestly.

"Very good."

After speaking, Xiao Chen took out his sword from his storage ring, casually swung it, and a terrifying Sword Qi flew towards the mountain.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the mountain shook violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

All the Human Race of the Wolf Fang Tribe looked towards that mountain peak, where they saw a stone sword, tens of feet tall, standing atop it.

The cultivators of the Wolf Fang Tribe felt a tremor in their hearts as they looked at the sword.

The high priest, in particular, could clearly sense that the divine power emanating from the stone sword was several times stronger than that of the Wolf God.

If even an inanimate object is this powerful, just how strong must this Sword God be?

Xiao Chen ignored the crowd and stepped forward, instantly landing on the Sword Peak. He wasn't in a hurry to name the Sword Peak, but planned to carve the name after his cultivation had improved further.

He chose this Sword Peak because he was guided by fate.

The Human Race of the Wolf Fang Tribe only came to their senses after Xiao Chen disappeared. They were all panting heavily, as what had just happened was too shocking for them, and they still hadn't recovered.

The chieftain of the Wolf Fang Tribe walked to the high priest's side and asked, "High Priest, what should we do next?"

The high priest said with a stern expression, "Didn't you hear the Sword God God's order? The flying eagle sent messages to all the tribes, instructing them to bring their young men to pay homage to the Sword God within seven days. If anyone refuses, then let them bear the Sword God's wrath themselves."

"Yes."

The clan chief responded and then left.

At the same time, in hundreds of large and small Human Race within a radius of tens of thousands of Wanli, the Wolf God statues they worshipped were all shattered.

This strange phenomenon naturally frightened the leaders of every tribe; the shattering of the Wolf God statue meant the Wolf God's demise.

This was not good news for them. The leaders of all the tribes gathered together to discuss how to deal with the situation: whether to migrate or wait for a new god to take over the land.

While the leaders of various tribes were discussing the matter, the Wolf Fang Tribe's flying eagles had already arrived in several large tribes.

Soon, news of the Wolf God's slaying by the Sword God spread among several large tribes, and then rapidly reached the surrounding smaller tribes.

In less than a day, all the Human Race, large and small, within a radius of thousands of Wanli received the news.

However, only one-third of the tribes chose to go to the Wolf Fang Tribe the next day, hoping to pay their respects to the Sword God as soon as possible.

Compared to the Human Race, the descendants of the Moon-Inviting Wolf Emperor fled this land immediately after realizing the fall of their ancestor.

As for the other Demon King, after sensing the previous great battle, they all rushed towards the Wolf Fang Tribe, wanting to leave a good impression on the new emperor.

The next morning, a startled cry broke the brief silence of the Wolf Fang Tribe.

"Oh no! Oh no! The beast tide is coming!"