novelraw Chapter 88 : The CEO’s Open Conspiracy! Sect-Wide Referendum!
Chapter 88 : The CEO’s Open Conspiracy! Sect-Wide Referendum!
Chapter 88: The CEO’s Open Conspiracy! Sect-Wide Referendum!
True Lord Xuantian spat out a mouthful of blood, and the entire hall instantly fell silent—so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
Everyone was stunned by this scene.
The Supreme Ancestor… had actually been angered to the point of vomiting blood?
This was a Nascent Soul Ancestor! The legendary stabilizing pillar of the Qingyun Sect! A monstrous being who had lived for over a thousand years!
And yet today, he was provoked by a mere junior in the Qi Refining Stage (barely at Foundation Establishment) — just a few words from that boy were enough to shake his Dao heart and make him vomit blood in public!
It was simply absurd!
Liu Changqing, Wang Xuanfu, and the others who were lying on the ground pretending to be dead, glanced at the scene from the corners of their eyes and felt overjoyed.
It worked!
This round was secure!
The Ancestor’s dignity was already shattered the moment that blood was spat out.
Now, it was time for President Chu to reap the fruits of victory!
Chu Feng looked at the tottering True Lord Xuantian and inwardly praised, “Beautiful.”
The timing was perfect.
If he pushed any further, and that old fellow flew into a rage and decided to drag him down in mutual destruction, things would get messy.
Now that his Dao heart was damaged and his dignity lost, this was the best time for Chu Feng to propose a “solution” and completely take control of the situation.
He immediately put on an expression of “heartbroken sincerity” and spoke loudly to everyone inside and outside the hall:
“Family members! Elders! Everyone, please quiet down!”
“You’ve all seen it, haven’t you? The Ancestor, for the sake of our sect, has worked himself into such anger!”
“He doesn’t want to be our enemy—he’s simply been in seclusion too long. He doesn’t understand our current situation, nor does he understand the great cause we’ve been striving for together!”
These words instantly set the tone.
It wasn’t that they had forced the Ancestor—it was that the Ancestor didn’t understand them.
They shouldn’t blame him. Instead, they should… help him!
“So!”
Chu Feng shifted his tone, his gaze once again landing on True Lord Xuantian.
“We can’t keep provoking the Ancestor like this! We should use a more peaceful, fair, and reasonable way—one that even the Ancestor can understand—to decide the future of our sect!”
Everyone’s eyes were now fixed on Chu Feng, waiting for his next words.
Even True Lord Xuantian forcibly suppressed his surging qi and blood, raised his head, and wanted to see what kind of trick this brat was playing.
Chu Feng cleared his throat and smiled with that trademark sincerity that could “talk the dead back to life.”
“Ancestor, this junior has a proposal.”
“This proposal can preserve your supreme dignity as the Supreme Ancestor, while also allowing the sect’s future to be decided by all of us together.”
“We shall…”
He deliberately dragged out the words, enunciating each syllable clearly:
“VOTE—ON—IT!”
“Vote?”
As soon as those two words came out, ninety-nine percent of the people in the hall wore the same dumbfounded expression as True Lord Xuantian.
What kind of term was that?
Was it some kind of profound spell?
Or an ancient ritual?
Seeing the confusion in their eyes, Chu Feng knew—it was showtime again.
He stepped forward, and with the tone of one teaching the Dao, he patiently explained:
“The so-called ‘vote’—I call it the ‘Sect Future Direction Referendum’!”
“It’s simple!”
He raised two fingers.
“We’ll prepare two proposals. Plan A, called the ‘Ancient Preservation Plan.’”
“It means we immediately dissolve the Ascension Group, abolish all Contribution Points and equity systems, and restore everything to how it was before the Ancestor left seclusion. Everyone will return to the simple, pure days of cultivation—hard work, no distractions.”
The moment he finished, a collective gasp swept through the crowd.
Go back to the past?
What kind of joke was that!
Once used to luxury, how could they bear austerity?
Having gotten used to monthly dividends and daily pills, who would want to go back to eating coarse grains again?
Chu Feng looked at their reactions with satisfaction and raised his other finger.
“Plan B, called the ‘Innovation Plan.’”
“It means fully supporting our Ascension Group’s ‘Immortal Dao IPO Plan!’”
“With me continuing to lead everyone, integrating resources, expanding production, and working together—for the great dream of going public in the Immortal Realm and becoming the original shareholders!”
“Boom!”
At those words, the eyes of everyone below lit up, and their breathing grew heavy.
“And then!”
Chu Feng emphasized his tone.
“Everyone in the sect—every elder, every steward, every representative of the Inner Sect disciples—gets one vote each! Whichever plan you support, cast your vote for it!”
“Finally, we’ll publicly count the votes—minority obeys the majority!”
“Ancestor, look—this way, the final result won’t be my decision alone, nor your authority alone, but the collective choice of our entire Qingyun Sect—tens of thousands of family members together!”
“Isn’t that the fairest, most just, and most Heaven-approved way?!”
When Chu Feng finished, the hall was dead silent.
Everyone was stunned by this new concept called “voting.”
You could do that?
No need to compare fists or magic treasures—just compare how many people supported each side?
This… this was unheard of!
Liu Changqing was the first to “struggle” to his feet and shout loudly:
“This method is excellent! Fair! Just! Open! I, Liu Changqing, am the first to support it!”
Wang Xuanfu immediately followed:
“That’s right! Let everyone choose their own path! That’s the true Great Dao! I support it too!”
In an instant, voices of support echoed throughout the hall.
All eyes finally turned to True Lord Xuantian.
True Lord Xuantian stared fiercely at Chu Feng, feeling as if his lungs were about to explode.
An open conspiracy!
This was a blatant, open conspiracy!
Even with his toes, he could guess—if they really held this so-called “vote,” the result would be one hundred percent one-sided!
But could he refuse?
He couldn’t!
He had just been branded as “dictatorial” and “ignorant of the people’s will.” If he refused even this seemingly “fair and just” proposal, wouldn’t that confirm that he was a tyrant who couldn’t reason?
How could he stand in the sect after that?
He was trapped—roasted over the fire with no way down.
Looking at Chu Feng’s “harmless” smiling face, True Lord Xuantian, for the first time, truly understood what “a scholar cannot argue with a soldier” felt like.
No—wrong.
Right now, he was the “soldier,” while Chu Feng was the eloquent “scholar.”
And worse—this soldier couldn’t even defeat the scholar.
Humiliation!
Utter humiliation!
True Lord Xuantian closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, all that remained in his gaze was endless weariness.
Through gritted teeth, he forced out two words:
“Approved.”