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Chapter 84 : The Patriarch Coughs Blood! You Call This House Arrest?



Chapter 84 : The Patriarch Coughs Blood! You Call This House Arrest?

Chapter 84: The Ancestor Coughs Blood! You Call This House Arrest?

The news of Chu Feng’s successful breakthrough to Foundation Establishment had not yet spread.

But another piece of news had already swept across the entire Qingyun Sect like a twelfth-level spiritual energy storm.

“Did you hear? The Ascension Group is launching the ‘Nationwide Foundation Establishment Plan’!”

“What nonsense is that? Nationwide Foundation Establishment? Are you insane?”

“It’s true! Senior Brother Wu Hao said it himself! To repay the family members’ support and resist the Ancestor’s suppression, the President decided to spare no cost and take out all the group’s reserves to develop a divine pill called the ‘Foundation Establishment Experience Card’!”

“Foundation Establishment Experience Card? What’s that?”

“They say that after taking it, you can experience the feeling of breaking through to Foundation Establishment one hundred percent! And if you’re lucky, you might actually succeed! The group will distribute the first batch of a thousand cards for free—only to the family members with the highest contribution points!”

At first, no one believed it.

After all, the words “Foundation Establishment” were far too sacred and distant for the outer sect disciples and chores disciples who made up ninety-nine percent of the sect’s population.

That was a heavenly chasm—the boundary between the mortal and the immortal.

And now someone was telling them that as long as they worked hard, accumulated enough “points,” they would have a chance to get a “ticket” to cross that heavenly chasm for free?

How could that be possible?!

However, when Wu Hao used the group’s publicity power to release the detailed plan—along with the “Technical Feasibility Report” personally issued by Leng Yanran (of course, dictated by Chu Feng and compiled by her)—

The entire Qingyun Sect went mad.

If before they had opposed True Lord Xuantian to protect their “profit sharing” benefits—

Now, they were doing it to chase the dream of “Foundation Establishment,” a single step to ascend to the heavens!

The nature of things had completely changed.

“Oh my heavens! Contribution rank one thousand… I’m currently at over thirteen hundred! No way, I’m going to take on missions! Any mission! As long as it gives points!”

“No one stop me! Whoever stands between me and the ‘Foundation Establishment Experience Card’ is the same as killing my parents and ruining my cultivation path!”

“I don’t care what the Ancestor thinks! I only know that President Chu can help me reach Foundation Establishment! Whoever supports President Chu is my brother! Whoever opposes him, I’ll fight to the death!”

The atmosphere of the entire sect became more fanatical than ever before.

Countless disciples surged toward the Mission Hall like madmen, snatching up every available task.

The production lines of the Pill Pavilion and Artifact Hall ran nonstop twenty-four hours a day; everyone was working desperately “overtime,” just to earn a few more points.

At the Heishan Mining Area, Zhao Wuji stood dumbfounded as the miners under him voluntarily extended their working hours by three extra cycles.

Their mining efficiency soared as if they had injected themselves with spirit chicken blood.

He didn’t even need to shout slogans anymore, because the miners had come up with their own:

“If you don’t work hard to mine today, tomorrow someone else will reach Foundation while you’re still refining Qi!”

“To struggle one spring, summer, autumn, and winter—for a life without regrets at Foundation Establishment!”

The entire Qingyun Sect had completely transformed from a cultivation sect into a super sweatshop, frantically competing for the “Foundation Establishment KPI.”

And the one who had started all of this—True Lord Xuantian—was at that moment sitting inside the Main Peak Hall, listening to Elder Li’s trembling report.

“Nation… Nationwide Foundation Establishment?”

True Lord Xuantian was utterly dumbfounded after hearing it.

The first thought that flashed through his mind: absurd!

The second thought: a devil! That boy was absolutely a devil!

In his nearly thousand years of knowledge, how difficult was Foundation Establishment?

It required excellent spiritual roots, relentless cultivation, vast resources, and a stroke of illusory fortune to succeed.

And now, a mere Qi Refining brat was saying he wanted everyone to “establish their foundations”?

If this wasn’t demonic sorcery, then what was?

“He’s digging his own grave! Forcing a rise in cultivation through wicked techniques will only make one’s foundation unstable, the pill toxins surge, and eventually lead to an explosive death! He’s destroying the very foundation of my Qingyun Sect!”

True Lord Xuantian’s fury surged uncontrollably.

He felt he could not wait any longer.

He had to convene a sect-wide assembly immediately, expose this “demon” Chu Feng’s sinister scheme before everyone, and crush this heretical madness once and for all!

“Transmit my order!”

True Lord Xuantian suddenly stood up.

“One hour from now, at the Main Peak Hall, a Sect Assembly shall be held! All elders, stewards, and inner sect representatives must attend!”

“Also, go to the West Mountain Pill Institute and bring that culprit Chu Feng before me!”

“Yes, sir!”

Elder Li, feeling as though he had received a royal pardon, fled the hall in a scramble.

Soon, several elders from the Disciplinary Hall arrived at the West Mountain Pill Institute, trembling.

They stared nervously at the light barrier flowing with golden runes and exuding terrifying pressure.

Just as they were wondering how to speak, the barrier—under True Lord Xuantian’s remote control—slowly dissipated.

The restriction had been lifted.

At the moment the light curtain vanished, a wave of immense, solid, and razor-sharp pressure swept across the Pill Institute.

“This… this is… the aura of Foundation Establishment?!”

The leading elder’s face changed dramatically.

Was there someone else inside the Pill Institute besides Chu Feng and his Qi Refining companions?

They carefully stepped into the scorched courtyard—and immediately saw the figure standing at its center.

It was none other than Chu Feng.

He wore spotless white robes, like a newly forged sword gleaming with brilliance.

The spiritual power emanating from him was unmistakably—Foundation Establishment Early Stage!

The elders’ eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

What kind of situation was this?

Locked for days under a Nascent Soul-level suppression barrier that cut off all spiritual energy—

Not only had this boy not died, not gone mad, nor lost cultivation—he had actually broken through?!

What kind of monster was this?!

Chu Feng looked at them, stretched lazily, and let out a satisfied groan.

He twisted his neck, making cracking sounds, and in an exaggeratedly relaxed tone—deliberately loud enough for the entire Main Peak to hear—said:

“Aiya, the ‘Premium Closed-door Cultivation Package’ that the Old Ancestor provided was really something!”

“Such a serene environment, plus twenty-four hours of uninterrupted pressure massage—it’s great for breaking through bottlenecks!”

“Five-star rating! Highly recommended!”

“Though I wonder if I can get a membership discount next time?”

“Pfft—!”

Up at the Main Peak Hall, True Lord Xuantian had just lifted his tea to calm himself when he heard those words.

A mouthful of tea mixed with blood spurted straight out!

His eyes turned blood-red, his whole body trembled, and he pointed toward the West Mountain Pill Institute, unable to utter a word.

House arrest?

Punishment?

Damn it! Was I actually burning my own spiritual energy to give this brat a luxury closed-door cultivation service?!

This time, he really couldn’t hold that mouthful of blood back!


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