Chapter 117: Chu Feng’s Mouth, Nascent Soul’s Legs! Battlefield PUA!

True Lord Lingxiao had lived for more than eight hundred years and had always believed that there was no scene he had not seen before.

The towering seas of blood raised by Demonic Overlords, the eerie dangers of ancient ruins, the intrigue and backstabbing among fellow disciples……he had experienced them all one by one, and with the sword in his hand and the Dao in his heart, he had walked all the way to the level of mid-stage Nascent Soul.

Yet the scene before his eyes had completely exceeded the limits of his understanding.

That was not a war.

That was a……premeditated, organized, KPI-driven……hunt!

The Purifiers Legion he was so proud of was like a flock of fat sheep herded into a slaughterhouse, joyfully carved up, packaged, and hauled away by a group of butchers using all kinds of unheard-of, bizarre tools.

Every time a Purifier fell, bursts of fanatical cheers would erupt from the Qingyun Sect’s side, as if what had fallen was not a human life, but a huge windfall dropping from the sky.

Absurd, bizarre, insane!

“Commander, this can’t go on!”

A Nascent Soul Elder beside him finally could not hold back and said in a deep voice,

“This group of demon freaks fights in an extremely strange way, specializing in the lower three routes. Our soldiers have never encountered such tactics before, and the army’s morale has already shown signs of instability!”

True Lord Lingxiao of course knew that morale was unstable.

He could even sense that among those Purifiers below, who were usually disciplined and obedient, a trace of something had already begun to appear in their eyes……fear.

Not fear of death, but fear of that kind of unknown, chaotic, utterly unreasonable style of fighting.

Your divine thunder was powerful?

Sorry, I smeared lime powder on your face.

Your sword formation was strong?

Sorry, I threw a fishing net over your head.

That feeling was like a swordsman who had cultivated bitterly for a hundred years running into a hooligan holding an AK47—no matter how exquisite his sword techniques were, there was nowhere to use them, stifled to the extreme.

“Capture the thief by capturing the king first!”

Killing intent flashed violently in True Lord Lingxiao’s eyes. His gaze, like a sharp sword, locked firmly onto the peak of the main peak below, onto that white-robed young man who had been sitting calmly on the high platform from beginning to end, as if watching a play.

The root of all this was on that demon freak!

As long as he was killed, this farce would naturally come to an end!

In the next moment, True Lord Lingxiao no longer hesitated and stepped out of the warship.

Boom——!

A terrifying pressure far beyond the Golden Core stage poured down toward the Qingyun Sect’s main peak like a celestial river reversing its flow!

The sky itself darkened in that instant.

The might of Nascent Soul, heaven and earth mourning together!

On the battlefield below, all cultivators locked in combat—whether Purifiers or group disciples—felt their hearts clench under this pressure, their movements involuntarily stalling.

“President, be careful!”

“Protect the President!”

Zhang Daniu, Wang Teng, and the others changed color in shock and all tried to rush back to provide support.

However, on the high platform, Chu Feng faced this terrifying pressure capable of overturning mountains and rivers, yet that calm, gentle smile still hung on his face.

He slowly stood up and lightly snapped his fingers toward the battlefield below.

“Weng——!”

In an instant, the radiance of the entire Qingyun Sect’s mountain-protecting grand formation suddenly changed.

No longer was it the previous multicolored defensive light barrier. Instead, hundreds upon thousands of gigantic light screens manifested above the battlefield, like mirrors suspended across the firmament.

On every single light screen, Chu Feng’s smiling face was clearly reflected.

Immediately after, his voice, through a peculiar resonance, resounded in every corner of the battlefield, clearly entering every person’s ears.

This was not a simple sound-amplifying spell, but rather him using the immense spiritual power of the late Foundation Establishment stage to activate a long-prepared “Panoramic Surround-Sound Three-Dimensional Merit Golden Light Grand Formation,” forcibly “pouring” his voice and his image enhanced by a “beauty filter” straight into everyone’s minds!

“Warriors from Heavenheart Holy Land, hello to all of you.”

Chu Feng’s magnetic voice, carrying a power that steadied hearts, slowly rang out.

“I know you are tired, stifled, and confused.”

“You cultivated bitterly for ten years, honed yourselves for a hundred years, forging all your skills. You should have been upholding the Righteous Path and slaying demons. But now, you are here, fighting a meaningless, rotten battle with a group of ‘madmen’ who are willing to throw away their lives for a few hundred contribution points.”

“Is it worth it?”

These three words were like a heavy hammer, smashing brutally into the hearts of every Purifier soldier.

Yeah. Was it worth it?

We struggled so hard to cultivate to Foundation Establishment, to become people above others, just to be knocked out by bricks, have lime powder smeared on our faces, and be dragged away like fish in a net?

Even True Lord Lingxiao, who had already charged into midair, could not help but pause when he heard this, a trace of shock flashing through his eyes.

What was this demon freak trying to do?

“Look again at those around you!”

Chu Feng’s voice suddenly rose, filled with a tone of profound pity,

“Your companions have fallen, your elders have been captured! But what have your commanders, your sect, given you?”

“Other than telling you to keep charging and keep dying, what promises have they given you? Compensation? Honorary titles? Or is it that after you die in battle, they’ll recruit another batch of ‘consumables’ from your families?”

The word “consumables” stabbed into the hearts of all the Purifiers like a poisonous needle.

“But in our Ascension Group, it’s different!”

Chu Feng suddenly shifted his tone, his voice brimming with passion and temptation.

“Here, we have no high-and-mighty elders, only ‘family members’ who fight side by side! We don’t talk about vague, illusory righteousness—we only talk about real, tangible benefits!”

“Now, I, the Chief Executive Officer of Ascension Group, Chu Feng, on behalf of the group’s board of directors, extend the most sincere invitation to all warriors of Heavenheart Holy Land!”

“From this moment on, anyone who lays down their weapons and chooses to ‘jump ship’ and join our Ascension Group as family members—I promise!”

“First! A one-time grant of one hundred thousand contribution points as a ‘settlement allowance’ to each person! Enough to exchange for a full year of cultivation resources!”

“Second! Immediate enjoyment of the same待遇 as the group’s ‘Foundation Establishment mid-level cadres’! Independent cave dwellings, monthly pill supplies—nothing missing!”

“Third! And most importantly!”

Chu Feng’s voice was like a devil’s whisper, filled with fatal allure,

“You will obtain the qualification to subscribe to ‘the group’s original shares’! In the future, our group is going to ‘go public as a whole’ in the Immortal Realm!”

“Your choice today will determine whether a hundred years from now, you become a big shot of the Immortal Realm, or continue being cannon fodder that can be sacrificed at any time!”

“The road is right beneath your feet! Will you choose a sinking old era, or board a new ark sailing toward the sea of stars!”

“The choice is in your own hands!”

After these words fell, the entire battlefield sank into an eerie dead silence.

All the Purifier soldiers stood frozen in place, gripping their long halberds, their eyes filled with struggle, shock, and……a flame impossible to suppress, called “temptation.”

On the high platform, Murong Xue had her mouth open, completely numb.

She looked at that man bathed in “merit golden light,” eloquent and unrestrained, forcibly twisting a sect-destroying war into a “large-scale on-site cross-corporate recruitment fair,” and only one thought remained in her mind.

This mouth—had it been consecrated?

And floating in midair, True Lord Lingxiao’s old face had already turned so dark it could drip ink.

He finally understood.

This demon freak was not fighting.

He was……attacking the heart!

He wanted to dismantle his proud Purifiers Legion from the very root, to destroy the authority Heavenheart Holy Land had built up over ten thousand years!

“Spreading demonic words to confuse the masses! Courting death!”

True Lord Lingxiao roared angrily, hesitating no longer. His Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect shot skyward, transforming into a gigantic sword that reached from heaven to earth, and viciously slashed down toward Chu Feng!

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