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Chapter 119 : The Ancestor’s “Year-End Bonus”! The Nascent Soul Battle!



Chapter 119 : The Ancestor’s “Year-End Bonus”! The Nascent Soul Battle!

Chapter 119: The Ancestor’s “Year-End Bonus”! The Nascent Soul Battle!

Those two fingers that looked ordinary pinched and twisted, and an Nascent Soul sword qi capable of piercing mountains was crushed into countless points of light, as easily as snapping a withered branch.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Whether it was the Ascension Group disciples below who had already gone blood-red with slaughter, or the Purifiers whose minds were violently shaken and who were hesitating over whether to “jump ship,” or even the cultivators of the entire Eastern Wasteland watching this world-shaking livestream through the light screen—everyone’s gaze was nailed firmly onto that suddenly appeared, immortal-bearing, bone-ethereal elderly figure.

The Qingyun Sect’s Supreme Ancestor, True Lord Xuantian!

Wasn’t he sidelined by that demonic man Chu Feng and placed under soft house arrest in the back mountain to live out his retirement?

How could he make a move?

And moreover, he had actually blocked the Heavenheart Holy Land enforcement elder’s killing strike—for a traitor!

What in the world was going on?

“Xuan… True Lord Xuantian?”

In midair, True Lord Lingxiao’s pupils shrank sharply, his face filled with disbelief.

He had crossed paths with True Lord Xuantian several times before and knew well that although this man’s cultivation was profound, his temperament was aloof and conservative, and he valued the orthodox Immortal Dao and its rules above all else.

How could he associate with a heretic demonic man like Chu Feng?

“Brother Lingxiao, long time no see. Your bearing is still the same as ever.”

True Lord Xuantian stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, as if he had merely swatted a mosquito moments ago.

“Only, in front of this old man, killing someone from this old man’s sect’s… hmm, using that boy’s words, a ‘newly onboarded employee’—isn’t that a bit too disrespectful toward this old man?”

“Newly onboarded employee?”

True Lord Lingxiao was so furious that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Xuantian! Have you gone senile! Look at what your Qingyun Sect has turned into—such filth and chaos!”

"Disciples do not think of bitter cultivation, their mouths full of foul language, taking pride in rogue methods! Such a demonic lair—everyone has the right to exterminate it!"

"And you, a Nascent Soul senior, do not clean your own house, yet you even help tyranny run rampant?!"

His voice was sharp and severe, every word striking at the heart, attempting to awaken True Lord Xuantian’s sense of honor as a “Righteous Path senior.”

However, after listening, True Lord Xuantian merely picked at his ear, and in his cloudy old eyes flashed a strange, almost pitying look.

“Lingxiao, you still don’t understand.”

He sighed, as if looking at an old fossil who could not keep up with the times.

“The times have changed.”

“This old man does not understand any of your ‘wolf nature,’ any ‘KPI,’ nor does he understand what ‘going public’ means. But why did this old man enter seclusion for a hundred years? It was to one day break through the bottleneck of the mid–Nascent Soul stage and glimpse scenery one level higher.”

“Can your Heavenheart Holy Land give that to this old man?”

“You cannot.”

True Lord Xuantian shook his head. Then, his tone suddenly shifted, and a terrifying sharp light burst from his eyes.

“But he can!”

He pointed toward the high platform below, at Chu Feng, who from start to finish remained as steady as Mount Tai, even watching their “exchange” with evident interest.

“That boy signed a… what was it called… a ‘Chief Strategic Deterrence Consultant Annual Performance Agreement’ with this old man.”

True Lord Xuantian recalled the tongue-twisting term as he spoke.

“The agreement clearly states that as long as this old man makes one move when the group faces an ‘extinction-level risk,’ ensuring the group’s core assets are not liquidated—"

"At year’s end, the group will pay this old man a ‘strategic resource gift package’ sufficient to impact the Nascent Soul late stage."

“Lingxiao, do you understand now?”

True Lord Xuantian looked at him and said each word slowly.

“What you are trying to tear down today is not a demonic lair. What you are smashing today is this old man’s rice bowl, this old man’s Dao path!”

“And this—this old man does not allow!”

Boom!!!

The instant his words fell, a Nascent Soul pressure even more vast and even more heavy than True Lord Lingxiao’s erupted violently!

The entire Qingyun Sect’s mountain-protecting grand formation, reinforced by this aura, flared with blinding light, steady as a mountain.

True Lord Lingxiao was completely dumbfounded.

Listening to those earth-shattering words, he felt that his worldview—along with his Dao heart cultivated for eight hundred years—was shattered to pieces at that moment.

A Nascent Soul great expert… was bought off with a “year-end bonus”?

If this got out, who the hell would dare believe it?!

“Mad! You’re all mad!”

True Lord Lingxiao’s hair bristled in fury, his appearance crazed.

“Since you are stubbornly deluded, then today, this seat will purify even you, you senile fool, along with the rest!”

He spoke no more nonsense. His Nascent Soul dharma form surged skyward, transforming into a hundred-zhang god holding a gigantic lightning sword. With a single slash, tens of thousands of lightning serpents danced wildly, and heaven and earth lost their color!

“Good timing!”

True Lord Xuantian let out a long howl, advancing instead of retreating.

His dharma form was a Daoist in a dark robe holding an ancient stone stele. The stele grew with the wind, emitting a terrifying aura that suppressed mountains and rivers!

“Rumble—!!!”

The two Nascent Soul dharma forms collided violently in the sky above Qingyun Sect!

That was no longer a simple exchange of techniques.

Each collision caused space itself to tremble, the laws to wail.

Lightning light and profound light interwove, dyeing the sky into a scene of apocalypse.

Even a trace of the escaping energy falling onto distant peaks meant the instant evaporation of an entire mountain.

All those on the battlefield below were as insignificant as ants before this world-destroying might.

Before the light screens, cultivators across the entire Eastern Wasteland watched, dumbstruck, their minds shattered.

This—this was the true battle of immortals!

On the Main Peak high platform, Murong Xue’s pretty face turned pale as she nervously watched the battle in the sky.

Chu Feng, however, still leaned leisurely against his chair, even having the leisure to lift a cup of spirit tea and conduct “on-site teaching” for Wu Hao and the others beside him.

“Did you see that? This is called ‘high-end combat power outsourcing service.’”

He took a sip of tea and commented.

“Our group’s core business is ‘model innovation’ and ‘market expansion.’ Fighting and killing like this is a waste of our time costs and manpower costs.”

“So, you must learn to use ‘leverage.’ Ancestor Xuantian is the strongest lever we have to pry open the Eastern Wasteland’s landscape."

"What we pay is merely some ‘sunk costs’ that can be earned back tenfold or a hundredfold in the future, but what we gain is the entire group’s security guarantee and brand endorsement.”

“This deal is a bloody profit.”

Listening to the president’s calm analysis, Wu Hao, Zhang Daniu, and the others looked at the world-destroying battle in the sky. Not only did they no longer feel any tension, but one after another even revealed expressions of enlightened admiration.

The president was indeed brilliant!

Even a Nascent Soul Ancestor could be calculated into becoming the group’s “wage earner”!

However, just as Chu Feng was enjoying his masterful planning, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glaring red dot in one corner of the monitoring formation’s light screen.

That was the direction of the group’s logistical core area—the West Mountain Pill Institute.

A Heavenheart Holy Land Golden Core Elder, driven into a corner and wearing a face of madness, had transformed into a streak of light and was charging there without regard for anything else!

That was where Leng Yanran was!

Chu Feng’s smile froze abruptly at that instant.


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