Chapter 107: Director Zhao’s First Day on the Job: The Power Bank Actually Curses People

Zhao Tianba, Sect Master of the Tianyang Sect, was a top-tier cultivator at the late Golden Core stage — a man whose mere stomp could shake the ground for a thousand miles within his territory.

Throughout his life, he had weathered countless storms, witnessed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and fought against demon kings and fiends. He believed his temperament had long been tempered like millennia-old black iron — indestructible.

But today, he felt as if his Dao heart had been trampled by ten thousand beasts — shattered into sludge.

He held in his hands a booklet that gave off a faint scent of fresh ink —

— “One Hundred Guidelines for Serving the Spirit Source True Lord.” Standing before the massive spherical formation at West Mountain Workshop, his legs trembled uncontrollably.

The booklet was crafted from thousand-year spirit silkworm silk, the calligraphy was by a renowned master, and its contents were… unheard of.

“Guideline One: When communicating with the Spirit Source True Lord, you must hold a heart of gratitude and speak gently. Avoid commands or scolding words to prevent emotional fluctuations that may affect the stability of spiritual power output.”

“Guideline Two: Thrice daily, recite ‘Records of the Group’s Benevolence’ to help the True Lord deeply understand the renewed value of self-worth and enhance work enthusiasm.”

“Guideline Thirty-Two: If the True Lord shows signs of slacking or negativity, you may play motivational songs such as ‘I Offer Spirit Stones for the Group’ to influence through melody and rekindle devotion.”

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With every line he read, Zhao Tianba’s eye twitched violently.

Who the hell could even come up with this?!

His hands shook as he lifted his gaze toward the formation core.

There, the former myth of the Eastern Wasteland — True Lord Lieyang, a Nascent Soul perfection-stage cultivator — was bound by countless chains of runic light. His eyes were shut tight, his aura faint, his body shriveled like dried jerky.

And his current job… was to “soothe” that piece of jerky?

This was more absurd than asking him to single-handedly fight an adult flood dragon!

“Ahem… ahem!”

Zhao Tianba cleared his throat; it felt dry enough to spark flames.

Taking a deep breath, he forced out a smile uglier than a cry and called out toward the formation core in the gentlest tone of his entire life:

“Lie… Lieyang Senior? You… how do you feel today? Is the work going smoothly? Is there anything this junior can… um, serve you with?”

No response.

Zhao Tianba exhaled in relief. Seemed the man was done for — not even conscious.

Maybe this wasn’t so hard after all.

Just as he was about to begin reciting the scalp-tingling “Records of the Group’s Benevolence,”

A faint yet venomously hateful divine sense stabbed into his mind like steel needles!

“GET LOST——!!!”

Buzz!

Zhao Tianba felt as if his head had been struck by a ten-thousand-pound hammer. His consciousness reeled; his qi and blood surged backward. He staggered seven or eight steps before collapsing on the ground, face pale as paper.

That divine sense carried the purest, most venomous resentment born from a Nascent Soul cultivator whose Dao heart had shattered!

“You bootlicking cur! You dare speak to me?!”

“Once I’m free, I’ll turn your entire Tianyang Sect — every insect and worm — to ash!!”

“And that brat Chu Feng! I’ll rip out his soul and burn it in my True Flame of Severance for ten thousand years! Ten thousand years!!!”

The curses roared like demonic thunder, battering Zhao Tianba’s mind.

He clutched his head, screaming in agony, his reason devoured piece by piece by the wrathful will. His eyes turned red with madness.

Serve? Serve your sister!

This wasn’t service — this was volunteering to be a punching bag!

Just as his Dao heart was about to shatter and his mind fall into chaos—

A warm hand gently pressed atop his crown.

A stream of cool yet domineering spiritual power surged into his sea of consciousness, washing away the malicious will completely.

Zhao Tianba jolted awake, gasping for air, drenched in cold sweat.

Turning around, he saw Chu Feng standing there with a gentle smile — the kind one gives a promising junior.

“Director Zhao, how do you feel?”

Chu Feng withdrew his hand, asking leisurely.

“P-President!”

Zhao Tianba scrambled up, voice trembling on the verge of tears,

“This… this job can’t be done! That power ba— I mean, that True Lord Lieyang… he curses people!”

“Oh? He does?”

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow, smiling knowingly.

“If he can curse, that means our product still has vitality — and room for improvement.”

He walked up to the formation, gazing at the withered True Lord Lieyang as though looking at a slightly disobedient tool.

“Director Zhao, you still haven’t grasped the core essence of your work.”

With hands clasped behind his back, Chu Feng spoke like a patient mentor:

“You think your job is to serve him? Wrong!”

“Your job is User Emotion Management!”

“User… emotion management?” Zhao Tianba echoed dumbfoundedly. He’d never heard such a bizarre term in his entire life.

“Exactly.”

Chu Feng snapped his fingers.

“This ‘Spirit Source Core No.1’ is the Group’s first Super VIP User. He’s expressing dissatisfaction — which means what? That our user experience isn’t good enough!”

“When he curses you, that’s user feedback! You should feel honored!”

Zhao Tianba’s mouth hung open. His worldview was being stomped flat and rebuilt under President Chu’s heel.

Being cursed to your ancestors — and you should be happy about it? What kind of twisted logic was this?!

“Then… what should I do?” he asked sincerely.

“What should you do?” Chu Feng smiled.

“Simple — convert negative emotions into positive value!”

“He’s full of resentment, right? Loves to curse? Perfect! Set up a sign here — call it the ‘Resentment Venting Zone.’ From now on, whenever disciples hit bottlenecks in cultivation or feel frustrated, send them here! Let them shout at our Spirit Source True Lord!”

“That way, their Dao hearts will be clearer, their cultivation efficiency will rise — and the True Lord gets to vent his emotions. Who knows, his spiritual output might even stabilize!”

Chu Feng patted Zhao Tianba’s shoulder warmly.

“You see, with just a small shift in mindset, we’ve solved user complaints, boosted employee morale, and created an extra-value psychological service. Three birds with one stone. That’s management!”

Zhao Tianba turned to stone.

He stared blankly at Chu Feng, mind filled with one thought: So… that’s possible?!

This wasn’t just heresy. This was dancing on the Demonic Patriarch’s coffin lid!

“All right. To reward you for successfully receiving your first user feedback today, here — consider this your onboarding gift.”

Chu Feng flicked his finger, and a wisp of purest origin spiritual energy extracted from True Lord Lieyang entered Zhao Tianba’s body.

Instantly, a warm current surged through his limbs and bones. The bottleneck that had plagued his late Golden Core stage for decades… loosened!

Zhao Tianba trembled, eyes shining with wild joy and disbelief.

“Thank you, President! Thank you for your grace!”

He dropped to his knees with a thud, this time out of pure devotion.

Dignity? Sect Master title? Those meant nothing before real benefits!

Chu Feng nodded, satisfied, and helped him up.

“Work hard, Director Zhao. Our Ascension Group never mistreats any valuable family member.”

Turning toward the flourishing scene outside the workshop, a deep smile tugged at Chu Feng’s lips.

“The issue of spiritual power has been solved. Next… it’s time to grant our family members some real welfare.”

His voice was soft, but Zhao Tianba heard every word — and his heart surged violently once again.

Real welfare?

Could it be… that President Chu was about to launch the legendary plan said to drive the entire Eastern Wasteland insane?!

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