novelraw Chapter 75 : The Boundless Fury of the Patriarch!
Chapter 75 : The Boundless Fury of the Patriarch!
Chapter 75: The Boundless Fury of the Ancestor!
True Lord Xuantian’s decree reverberated through the Main Peak Hall.
Each word was like a heavy hammer, smashing into the souls of the gathered elders.
Disband the Ascension Group?
All participants to be confined at the Cliff of Reflection?
Abolish Chu Feng’s cultivation?
The last trace of color drained from the faces of Wang Xuanfu and the other elders, leaving them pale as paper.
No.
Absolutely not!
Their interests had long been bound tightly to that high-speed machine known as the “Ascension Group.”
The enormous monthly dividends.
The cultivation resources they could never have dreamed of obtaining in the past.
And the grand blueprint Chu Feng had drawn — of the “Sect Going Public” and “Everyone Ascending.”
To disband the Group was to cut off their income, to destroy their future!
When their core interests were threatened, even in the face of a Nascent Soul Ancestor, these elders could not help but harbor a forbidden thought.
“P–Ancestor, please reconsider!”
Elder Qian, who was usually closest to Liu Changqing, was the first to break, speaking in a trembling voice.
“This matter… might be… inappropriate.”
“Oh?”
True Lord Xuantian turned around, his gaze like two tangible blades pinning Elder Qian in place.
“What is inappropriate?”
Elder Qian felt as if his soul had been pierced by two ice spikes, yet he still gritted his teeth and bowed.
“Ancestor, you may not be aware. At present, over ninety percent of the sect’s disciples are ‘members’ of the Ascension Group.”
“Their cultivation, resources, and futures are all closely tied to the Group.”
“If we were to forcibly dissolve it, it might cause… great unrest within the sect!”
“Unrest?”
True Lord Xuantian’s lips curled into a cold arc.
“A mere group of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment ants dare speak of unrest?”
“I alone can suppress it.”
“The Ancestor’s divine might — we naturally do not doubt it,” Wang Xuanfu quickly interjected. He knew well that speaking of ‘public sentiment’ was useless before this Ancestor; he needed a different approach.
He carefully chose his words, bowing even lower.
“Ancestor, you have been in seclusion for a hundred years. The Eastern Wilderness today is no longer what it was a century ago. The great sects compete fiercely, and the struggle for resources grows ever more brutal.”
“If not for the massive resources and wealth brought in by the Ascension Group, our Qingyun Sect might already have perished in the cracks between them.”
“Yes, Ancestor!” another elder added hastily. “Though the Ascension Group’s methods are… unconventional, it has indeed brought tangible benefits to the sect! Look at our progress in recent years — our cultivation has improved; that is the best proof!”
“Benefits?”
True Lord Xuantian looked at the elders defending Chu Feng and let out a dry, scornful laugh.
“For the sake of such petty profits, you would abandon the sect’s millennia-old reputation?”
“Cast aside the Dao lineage passed down by our forefathers?”
“And let a yellow-mouthed brat, using demonic tricks, turn my Qingyun Sect into a den of corruption and filth?”
His voice suddenly rose.
“Have your Dao hearts been fed to the dogs?!”
Boom!
With a thunderous shout, the beams of the great hall groaned under the weight of his fury, dust falling from above.
The elders were scolded until their faces burned, bowing their heads deep into their chests, not daring to speak another word.
They realized there was a chasm between them and the Ancestor that could never be crossed.
They spoke of profit; the Ancestor spoke of Dao inheritance.
They spoke of reality; the Ancestor spoke of rules.
There was no way to communicate.
True Lord Xuantian looked at his disciples, their minds clouded by greed, and felt only disappointment.
He knew further words were useless.
The problem had to be solved at its root.
As long as he captured Chu Feng, that demonic figure, and suppressed him with thunderous might, everything would naturally return to the right path.
“No need for further discussion!”
He flicked his sleeve and gave a direct order.
“Wang Xuanfu! Personally lead a group to capture that Chu Feng and bring him to me!”
“I would like to see if he has three heads and six arms, or if he’s some peerless fiend that has bewitched you all!”
“Th–this…”
Wang Xuanfu’s face went deathly pale; misery filled his heart.
To have him go and capture Chu Feng?
He was currently the Ascension Group’s “Honorary Advisor,” and his monthly dividends far exceeded his elder’s stipend!
Wouldn’t that be smashing his own rice bowl?
But he dared not defy the Ancestor’s order.
Wang Xuanfu stood frozen, cold sweat rolling down his forehead, his legs heavy as lead.
“Hm?”
True Lord Xuantian’s eyelids lifted slightly, and the hall’s temperature plummeted.
“Did you not understand my command?”
“N–no… that’s not it…”
Wang Xuanfu felt tears threaten to fall.
Just then—
A lazy, almost playful voice drifted in from outside the hall.
“My, my, so lively in here?”
“Having a full meeting, are we?”
“Why wasn’t I informed?”
“As the Group’s CEO, surely I count as one of the sect’s ‘core assets,’ don’t I?”
Before the voice had faded, a figure walked into the hall, hands clasped behind his back, swaggering with unhurried steps.
It was Chu Feng!
He had actually walked right into the trap himself!
All the elders were stunned. They looked at Chu Feng with mixed expressions — surprise, worry, and even… a trace of anticipation?
Chu Feng ignored them all, and even more so ignored the terrifying aura radiating from the head of the hall.
He strolled to the center of the hall, glanced at Liu Changqing, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and clicked his tongue twice.
“Elder Liu, your performance in playing dead is quite something.”
“I’ll make sure to nominate you for the ‘Outstanding Contribution Award.’”
Then he finally looked up at True Lord Xuantian, smiling as he cupped his hands in greeting.
“This distinguished, ethereal, and overwhelmingly powerful elder must be the legendary anchor of our Qingyun Sect — the Ancestor, True Lord Xuantian?”
“Junior disciple of the Qingyun Sect and CEO of the Ascension Group, Chu Feng, greets the Ancestor.”
His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, even carrying a hint of jest.
True Lord Xuantian’s eyes narrowed, locking onto the young man before him.
Qi Refining Seventh Level.
This was the “fiend” who had thrown the entire sect into chaos?
A mere ant at the Qi Refining Seventh Level?
He felt an absurd sense of disbelief.
“You are Chu Feng?”
His voice made even the air congeal.
“None other,” Chu Feng said with a bright smile.
“Good. Very good.”
True Lord Xuantian nodded slowly, the fury he suppressed making his knuckles turn white.
“Do you admit your crimes?!”
“Crimes?”
Chu Feng scratched his head in mock confusion.
“What does Ancestor mean by that?”
“I have led the sect’s family members to work hard and create value. Everyone now has pills to eat, spirit stones to earn, and steadily improving lives. I have devoted myself to building a harmonious, prosperous, and thriving new Qingyun — to the point of self-sacrifice.”
“May I ask, Ancestor, what crime have I committed?”
His words were firm and righteous, echoing through the hall.
Even True Lord Xuantian could not help but laugh in rage.
“What a silver-tongued brat!”
“Using heretical nonsense to bewitch hearts, corrupt the sect’s spirit, turn truth into falsehood — and you still dare to quibble here?!”
“Today, I shall act on behalf of Heaven’s Dao and cleanse the sect!”
Before the final word fell, True Lord Xuantian thrust out his hand.
A massive palm, condensed from pure spiritual power, appeared above Chu Feng’s head, blocking out the light of the hall!
The strike of a Nascent Soul powerhouse!
Under this force, the very space of the Main Peak Hall groaned with the sound of shattering glass!