novelraw Chapter 120 : The Furious CEO’s Wrath! Who Dared Touch My People?!
Chapter 120 : The Furious CEO’s Wrath! Who Dared Touch My People?!
Chapter 120: The Furious CEO’s Wrath! Who Dared Touch My People?!
West Mountain Pill Institute.
This place was the heart and engine of the entire Ascension Group.
Thousands of pill furnaces were lined up in neat rows, the blazing earthfire beneath them never ceasing.
Tens of thousands of “alchemy apprentices,” trained through assembly-line processes, were following Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs), carrying out large-scale mass production of various medicinal pills in a tense yet orderly manner.
Bottles of freshly refined “Golden Wound Medicine · Rapid-Effect Edition” and “Qi Recovery Powder · Combat Edition” were swiftly packaged and sent through teleportation arrays in an endless stream to the front lines, supporting the group disciples’ fearless, “wolf-style” combat tactics.
Inside the most critical dispatch command center of the Pill Institute, Leng Yanran stood clad in white, her delicate face taut, issuing one order after another in a calm and methodical manner.
“Production Line Three, increase the output of ‘Berserk Pill’ by another twenty percent! The ‘Berserker’ squads at the front line are about to collapse!”
“Warehouse Seven, immediately allocate five hundred bottles of ‘Clear Heart Detoxification Pill’ to the eastern battlefield. Purifiers are releasing poison over there!”
“Tell those brats in the R&D Department that I don’t care what methods they use—within half a shichen, they must raise the stability level of the ‘High-Energy Spiritual Power Bomb’ by one more grade! I want it blowing up the enemy, not our own people!”
At this moment, she was no longer the detached Saintess of Alchemy who seemed untouched by worldly affairs, but a decisive wartime commander who wielded absolute control over the entire situation.
Fine beads of fragrant sweat seeped from her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot from staring at countless monitoring light screens for too long. Yet those cool, clear pupils of hers shone with astonishing brightness.
She had never imagined that alchemy could be like this.
It was no longer an art meant for solitary admiration, but the sharpest weapon—one that determined the life and death of tens of thousands, and the outcome of an entire war!
This sense of achievement, of pushing her own value to its absolute limit, intoxicated her.
However, at that very moment, a violent and despairing aura pierced through the Pill Institute’s defensive formation like a sharp sword!
“Demons! All of you, die with me!”
A Heavenheart Holy Land Golden Core Elder, his entire body drenched in blood and one arm severed, charged in like a madman.
He was Chiyunzi’s junior brother, Huoyunzi.
Seeing that his sect’s defeat was already inevitable and that his senior brother had been captured, he knew he had no chance of survival. He chose the most extreme method—self-detonation of his Golden Core!
“Not good!”
Leng Yanran’s expression changed drastically as she immediately activated the highest-level defenses of the central hall.
Boom—!!!
The self-detonation of a Golden Core—how terrifying was its power?!
A blinding white light instantly swallowed everything. The violent energy shockwave, like a Category Twelve hurricane, razed half of the West Mountain Pill Institute to the ground!
Countless pill furnaces exploded on the spot, and the disciples who had been working were sent flying amid screams by the surging airwaves.
Although the defensive formation of the central hall blocked the most concentrated core of the explosion at the final moment, the horrifying impact still shook the entire hall so violently that it was lifted straight from the ground!
Within it, Leng Yanran only felt an irresistible force strike her. Her slender body was flung up like a leaf in the wind, slammed into the wall, and then buried beneath countless collapsing rocks and beams.
“Puff…”
A mouthful of fresh blood dyed the white robes on her chest red.
……
Main Peak High Platform.
“They crossed the line.”
Chu Feng slowly spoke those four words. His voice was not loud, yet it carried an icy chill capable of freezing the soul.
He slowly stood up from his chair.
In that instant, Wu Hao, Zhang Daniu, and the others who had been standing beside him, listening to the “lesson” with looks of admiration, all shuddered violently.
They discovered in horror that the smile on the President’s face was gone.
In its place was an extreme, utter coldness they had never seen before.
Those eyes that usually held a hint of amusement and mockery were now deep like a ten-thousand-year cold abyss. Within them, there was no anger, no killing intent—only a pure, bone-chilling… void.
The surrounding temperature seemed to plummet by dozens of degrees at that very moment.
“Wu Hao.”
“Y-Yes!”
Wu Hao’s scalp tingled under his gaze, and he instinctively bowed.
“Activate the ‘Liquidation’ contingency plan.”
Chu Feng said calmly,
“Notify all combat units: free hunting mode is terminated. Enter the ‘targeted elimination’ phase. Any Golden Core–stage targets and above who are still resisting—leave not a single one alive.”
“Also,”
He paused, his figure beginning to turn illusory,
“Tell True Lord Xuantian to hold Lingxiao and the three Nascent Soul–stage elders in check. The small fry below—I’ll personally clean them up.”
Before his words even finished, his figure had already vanished from the high platform.
The next moment, at the edge of the chaotic battlefield.
Three Heavenheart Holy Land Golden Core Elders were standing back to back, forming a simple Three Talents Formation, desperately resisting the siege of dozens of group disciples.
They were among the few remaining “hard bones” still holding out on the battlefield.
“Senior Brother, what do we do? We can’t hold on much longer!”
One elder shouted anxiously.
The leading elder clenched his teeth and roared:
“Hold on! As long as Martial Uncle Lingxiao can slay that demon leader, we still have hope!”
However, the moment his words fell, a ghostlike figure appeared behind him without any warning.
“Hope?”
A cold voice sounded by his ear.
The elder turned his head in horror, only to see a handsome face devoid of any expression.
Immediately after, a slender needle flickering with eerie dark light pierced into the back of his neck.
He did not even have time to let out a scream before his body stiffened, the divine light in his eyes rapidly dimming as he collapsed straight to the ground.
The Golden Core within his body had, in an instant, been corroded into a puddle of pus by an incomparably domineering poison.
“Senior Brother!”
The other two elders cried out in shock.
They were just about to react when the figure before them blurred.
Chu Feng’s form passed between the two like a phantom.
“Pfft! Pfft!”
Two soft sounds.
The two Golden Core Elders froze in place in perfect unison, each now bearing a tiny bloody hole between their brows.
Those were two specially made artifacts—“Soul-Shattering Nails”—compressed and refined from high-purity spirit stones, with “Spirit-Breaking Runes” embedded within.
One strike, one kill. Clean and decisive.
From appearance to finish, no more than three breaths had passed.
The three Golden Core Elders who had given the group disciples such headaches had already turned into three corpses.
The surrounding group disciples were all stunned.
So this was the President’s strength?
He did not act unless he chose to—but once he did, it was thunderous, and… terrifyingly efficient!
Chu Feng ignored their shock. His figure vanished once more, melting back into the battlefield.
He was like the most efficient reaper, roaming across the field of war.
There were no earth-shaking spells, no dazzling sword lights.
At times, he tossed out a “Blinding Light Talisman” that erupted with ten-thousand-zhang brilliance, and in the instant the enemy was blinded, he slit their throat with a poison-coated dagger.
At other times, he activated a “subsonic vibration bead,” and in the moment the enemy’s soul wavered, he pierced their dantian with a “Soul-Shattering Nail.”
He perfectly fused all the assassination techniques he had learned in his previous life with this world’s talismans, artifacts, and poisons, turning them into an art of slaughter.
Every strike he made was calculated to the utmost precision—angle, timing, the target’s weaknesses, the surrounding environment—all were under his absolute control.
He was not fighting.
He was executing a program.
A program called “Death.”
Less than the time it took for a stick of incense to burn.
On the battlefield, all Heavenheart Holy Land Golden Core Elders still resisting—fourteen in total—were wiped out on the spot by Chu Feng using all manner of unfathomable methods!
When Chu Feng’s figure finally appeared before the ruins created by the Golden Core Elder’s self-detonation, the entire battlefield fell into dead silence.
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
Whether it was the Ascension Group’s disciples, or the Purifiers who had already surrendered or were preparing to surrender, all of them looked at the blood-stained youth in white with eyes filled with awe, as if staring at a monster.
They finally understood.
This kindly President who always spoke of “family members,” “KPI,” and “equity” had fangs far sharper, and far more… lethal, than anyone had ever imagined!