novelraw Chapter 106 : Chief Attendant, Assume Your Position Immediately!
Chapter 106 : Chief Attendant, Assume Your Position Immediately!
Chapter 106: Chief Attendant, Assume Your Position Immediately!
Qingyun Sect, Reception Hall.
The atmosphere within the hall was tense, as though a sword hung suspended in the air.
Over a dozen sect masters dressed in lavish robes and emanating profound auras sat upright, their expressions filled with impatience and arrogance.
They were the newly joined “partners” who had come to “fulfill the alliance agreement.”
Yesterday, in the plaza, they had been overwhelmed by Chu Feng’s unpredictable methods and the dazzling shower of Contribution Points. In their daze, they had carelessly signed the “Partnership Intent Letter.”
But after a night of calm reflection, the more they thought about it, the more wrong it felt.
Who were they?
Each of them was a sect master—ruling over their own territory with the power of life and death, their words treated as law!
When had they ever been subjected to such treatment?
The exorbitant entry fee was one thing, but to be told they had to line up and wait?
And worse still—to undergo some sort of “Initiation Induction”?
Was this an alliance, or were they kneeling and surrendering, lowering their own status?
“Hmph! That Chu Feng has quite the arrogance! We’ve been sitting here for nearly an hour, and he hasn’t even shown his face!”
A burly, bald sect master with a brutish face slammed his teacup heavily onto the table with a loud thud.
He was the Sect Master of the Tianyang Sect, Zhao Tianba—at the late Golden Core Stage, one of the strongest among those present.
“Sect Master Zhao, don’t be angry,”
said a goateed old man beside him, his smile strained and insincere.
“That man is now the hottest figure in the Eastern Wasteland. Even True Lord Lieyang fell before him. We… had better be patient.”
Though he said this, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was clear for all to see.
Just as the murmurs of complaint were reaching a peak, the grand doors of the hall creaked open.
But the ones who entered were not Chu Feng.
Instead, it was two young men of rather ordinary cultivation.
One looked simple and honest, his entire face practically spelling out “loyal and devoted.”
The other had bright, shrewd eyes—clearly a capable and calculating manager type.
They were Zhang Daniu and Wu Hao.
“Aiya! To have kept all you Sect Masters waiting so long—what a terrible oversight!”
Wu Hao’s face bloomed with a smile as he clasped his hands in greeting.
“Our President is currently occupied with a matter of utmost importance—one that concerns the Ascension Group’s strategic development for the next century. He truly cannot attend in person. Hence, we have been sent to conduct the ‘Initiation Induction’ for you all!”
Initiation Induction?!
The faces of all the Sect Masters instantly darkened as if coated in soot.
Zhao Tianba, Sect Master of Tianyang Sect, sprang to his feet. His late Golden Core pressure surged like a tidal wave as he sneered coldly:
“Manager Wu, we came here to form an alliance—as equals! Not to become disciples under your Ascension Group! Tell your President to come out and speak to us directly!”
“That’s right! We demand to see President Chu!”
“The alliance terms must be renegotiated! Those harsh conditions are outright exploitation!”
The indignation in the hall grew so strong that even the temperature seemed to drop.
Faced with the oppressive aura of more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators, Zhang Daniu trembled uncontrollably. But Wu Hao remained calm and smiling, as if spring breeze brushed across his face, utterly unbothered.
“Sect Masters, please, calm yourselves. There’s no need for agitation.”
He waved his hand and took out a thick stack of booklets from his storage bag.
“I understand how you all feel. But before discussing the alliance, according to our Group’s policy, one must first understand our core principles. Here, each of you take one copy—this is the Ascension Group Code of Conduct and Core Tenets. Please take half an hour to read it thoroughly.”
As he began distributing the booklets, Zhao Tianba’s fury exploded.
He slapped away the booklet handed to him, sending it crashing to the ground.
“Don’t insult us with this nonsense! Wu Hao, this is your last warning—tell Chu Feng to get out here immediately! Otherwise, don’t blame us for being impolite!”
“Ah…”
Wu Hao sighed softly, the smile fading from his face. He looked around at them with eyes that clearly said you truly are frogs at the bottom of a well.
“It seems that unless you witness firsthand what forms the foundation of our Group, you will never understand the true meaning of the word ‘ally.’”
He clapped his hands toward the hall’s entrance.
“In that case, please follow me.”
The sect masters exchanged glances—though suspicious, their strength made them bold. They followed to see what this Ascension Group could possibly possess, besides that monstrous Chu Feng, that gave them such confidence.
Wu Hao led them not to any treasure vault or technique hall but straight to the newly refitted West Mountain Workshop.
As the enormous metal doors engraved with intricate runes slowly opened, a wave of spiritual energy ten times denser than that of the reception hall surged forth, instantly invigorating everyone present.
But when they saw what lay inside, every one of them froze as if struck by an invisible force, unable to move an inch.
They saw it!
They saw a colossal spherical formation constructed from countless runes!
And within its core—bound by thousands of chains, his body pierced through, his essence being madly extracted—was none other than True Lord Lieyang!
In that instant, all their dissatisfaction, arrogance, and resentment were washed away as if doused by an icy flood from the heavens, leaving nothing behind—not even smoke.
Gulp.
Someone swallowed audibly in the dead silence.
The color drained from their faces at a visible speed, replaced by deathly pallor and bone-deep terror.
So… the rumors were true!
That Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator, once revered like a god above their heads—so mighty that even breathing too loudly before him felt like sacrilege—was truly being used as a “Spirit Source” for the formation!
This sight was a thousand times more shocking than any rumor.
As the sect masters’ minds wavered and their Dao Hearts trembled, a calm, unhurried voice drifted from behind them.
“Everyone, are you satisfied with my company’s ‘Spirit Gathering Method’?”
They turned as if struck by lightning—Chu Feng was standing behind them, accompanied by a woman of snow-white hair and ethereal grace, cold and flawless as an immortal.
“P–President Chu!”
Zhao Tianba’s voice trembled; the arrogance he had earlier was gone, replaced by unconscious submission.
“Very satisfied! Truly… beyond satisfied!”
“President Chu’s divine abilities are simply… unfathomable! We—we are in awe!”
The other sect masters hastily bowed and nodded, their deference surpassing even how they treated their own Ancestors.
“Oh? Is that so?”
Chu Feng smiled faintly, his gaze landing on Zhao Tianba.
“But I recall hearing that Sect Master Zhao had certain objections to my Group’s ‘Core Tenets’?”
Zhao Tianba jolted violently, nearly dropping to his knees. He waved his hands frantically:
“No, no! Absolutely not! A misunderstanding—a huge misunderstanding! I have always revered the Ascension Group’s rules, studying them day and night in hopes of comprehending the great Dao within!”
“Is that so?”
Chu Feng’s smile grew warmer.
“Since Sect Master Zhao is so loyal, I shall grant you a chance to serve our Group.”
He cleared his throat and announced loudly:
“After discussion with the Elders, I hereby appoint Zhao Tianba, Sect Master of the Tianyang Sect, as the Chief Attendant of our newly established Spirit Source Service Hall!”
Zhao Tianba was completely dumbfounded.
“Spirit Source… Service?”
“Correct.”
Chu Feng pointed toward True Lord Lieyang trapped within the array.
“Your primary duty henceforth shall be to care for our ‘No. 1 Spirit Source Core.’
Should his spirit power output ever falter, or should he feel resentment or dissatisfaction, you will be responsible for communicating with and comforting him—ensuring he remains calm and content.”
“Your performance will be evaluated based on his monthly spirit power production. You are also required to submit a Detailed Report on the Spirit Source’s Emotional State to me regularly.”
As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, Wu Hao—ever so “considerate”—handed Zhao Tianba a brand-new booklet still fragrant with fresh ink.
On its cover, written in ancient seal script, were the words:
“A Hundred Insights on Serving the True Lord of the Spirit Source.”