Chapter 142: The “Invitation Letter” of a Super First-Rate Power

That pressure was like an abyss, like a hell!

The entire Qingyun Sect’s mountain-protecting grand formation let out an overburdened hum before this pressure, violent ripples spreading across the formation’s light screen, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Inside the conference room, several elders with slightly weaker cultivation instantly turned deathly pale, feeling as though an invisible mountain pressed down upon their souls, making even breathing incomparably difficult.

True Lord Xuantian suddenly stood up, the Nascent Soul power within his body circulating frantically, barely holding back that pressure, yet his face was filled with shock.

Nascent Soul Great Perfection!

And it was a Nascent Soul Great Perfection with an extraordinarily solid foundation and power refined to the extreme!

He judged to himself that if he faced this person, he probably would not last ten moves!

“So much pomp and circumstance……”

Feng Zhiruo murmured, her eyes filled with reverence,

“It’s a ‘Golden-Robed Envoy’ of the Falling Sun Sacred Sect! Only when conveying the Sect Master’s decree to first-rate powers would an envoy of this level be dispatched!”

It was over!

Everyone’s hearts sank to the bottom.

The Nirvana Zen Monastery’s retaliation had arrived!

And it had arrived in the way they least wanted to see and were most unable to resist!

Before an existence of this level, any business model, any stratagem, overt or covert, seemed pale and powerless.

The other side probably only needed to move a finger to completely erase the entire Ascension Group, along with the Qingyun Sect’s mountain, from the map of the Eastern Wasteland.

However, in this deathly silence, Chu Feng made a move that nearly made everyone’s eyes pop out.

He calmly stood up, adjusted his collar, then smiled at Murong Xue and Leng Yanran beside him and said:

“You two, help me change into something more presentable.”

“There is a distinguished guest at our door. As hosts, we cannot lose our courtesy.”

“Are you crazy?!”

Murong Xue grabbed him at once,

“They are here to wipe us out!”

“Does wiping out a sect require such a grand display?”

Chu Feng shook his head, a wise light flickering in his eyes,

“If they truly came to wipe us out, we would already be corpses.”

“This kind of preemptive intimidation, pushing threats to the extreme, doesn’t look like they came to fight. It looks more like……to negotiate.”

A short while later, atop the Qingyun Sect’s Main Peak.

Chu Feng had changed into a black profound robe symbolizing the Group CEO’s status, woven from ice silkworm silk and inlaid with top-grade spirit stones. Surrounded by the senior management, he faced the Golden-Robed Envoy from afar.

The Golden-Robed Envoy looked down at that mountain gate whose fortune soared sky-high and flourished with vitality, then looked at that young man who, though surrounded by Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators, only had Foundation Establishment cultivation yet wore an utterly calm expression. A trace of barely perceptible surprise flashed through his arrogant eyes.

He said nothing more, merely slowly unfurled the golden decree in his hand.

An even more terrifying pressure, as if imbued with the will of Heaven’s Dao, spread outward from the decree!

“Decree of the Falling Sun Sacred Sect’s Sect Master!”

A cold, majestic voice resounded through heaven and earth.

True Lord Xuantian and the others could no longer hold on. Under the violent shock to their souls, they involuntarily bent to bow.

Yet Chu Feng still stood straight.

Within his body, the Divine Kingdom Core he had refined trembled slightly, actually offsetting most of that soul-targeting pressure.

The surprise in the Golden-Robed Envoy’s eyes grew even stronger.

He looked deeply at Chu Feng, then continued reading:

“Eastern Wasteland Qingyun Sect cultivator Chu Feng, with mortal wisdom, created the path of wealth and forged methods of innovation. Though his actions ran counter to convention, his ambition was worthy of notice.”

“Now, the once-in-ten-years ‘Mortal Realm Prodigies Dao Debate Conference’ is about to commence. You are specially invited, under the name of ‘Eastern Wasteland Eccentric Genius,’ to proceed to Falling Sun Sacred City to participate in the grand event, and together with the prodigies of the myriad domains of the Mortal Realm, debate the Great Dao of longevity.”

“So decreed!”

Once the decree was read, that terrifying pressure vanished without a trace.

The entire mountaintop was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned.

True Lord Xuantian, Murong Xue, Wu Hao…… their minds buzzed, almost thinking they were hallucinating.

They were not here to wipe them out?

It was……an invitation letter?!

And it was an invitation for the President to attend that “Mortal Realm Prodigies Dao Debate Conference” that existed only in legend, a conference only the very top geniuses of first-rate powers were qualified to participate in?!

The reversal came far too fast, like a tornado, leaving everyone’s minds unable to keep up.

The Golden-Robed Envoy put away the decree. His demeanor remained arrogant, but when he looked at Chu Feng, there was an extra trace of scrutiny.

“Chu Feng, was it? The Sect Master is very interested in you.”

He said indifferently,

“Live-broadcasting a great battle against Heavenheart Holy Land, capturing the four Nascent Souls alive; packaging an ancient forbidden land out of thin air……your ‘performance’ has already entered the Sect Master’s ‘observation list’.”

As he spoke, he casually swept a glance at True Lord Xuantian and Feng Zhiruo, the corner of his mouth curling into a disdainful arc.

“It seems that you cultivators from these remote regions still lack a clear understanding of the world you inhabit.”

“Very well, let this envoy give you a free lesson.”

He extended one finger and lightly pointed into the air.

A vast star map composed of light and shadow unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

“This is the complete map of the Mortal Realm, comprising a total of three hundred and sixty domains.”

He casually pointed to an inconspicuous, dim light spot at the edge of the star map.

“Here is the Eastern Wasteland Domain where you reside. Resources are barren, spiritual qi is thin. In my Falling Sun Sacred Sect’s rating, it belongs to a ‘to-be-developed region.’”

“Your so-called Qingyun Sect, as well as the vast majority of sects in the Eastern Wasteland, are merely ‘third-rate bottom-tier’ powers, not even qualified to enter the ratings.”

His finger then swept across a slightly brighter region: “As for ones like Heavenheart Holy Land, occupying a low-grade spirit vein and having a few Nascent Soul cultivators holding the fort, they can barely be considered ‘second-rate powers.’”

“Above second-rate, there are ‘first-rate powers’ like the Feng Family—inheritances spanning tens of thousands of years, profound foundations, with Deification Ancestors presiding—also known as the Four Great Families of the West.”

Finally, his finger landed at the very center of the entire star map, upon that enormous light cluster as dazzling as a sun, eclipsing all surrounding stars.

“And here,”

His voice brimmed with proud honor,

“is my Falling Sun Sacred Sect! The Mortal Realm’s sole ‘super first-rate power’! The ‘heaven’ that formulates all rules and allocates all resources!”

A “worldview and grand pattern lesson” personally taught by an envoy of the strongest power struck like heavy hammers against the hearts of all Ascension Group executives.

The achievements they took pride in, the Eastern Wasteland they relied upon for survival, were so tiny as to be mere dust before the true world map!

A tremendous sense of loss and powerlessness instantly seized everyone’s hearts.

Only Chu Feng—there was not the slightest loss in his eyes. Instead, they erupted with an unprecedented brilliance, blazing like raging flames!

So……the outside world was this vast!

So……there was such an immense “blue ocean market” waiting for him to develop!

The Golden-Robed Envoy took in everyone’s expressions. His gaze finally settled on Chu Feng as he turned to leave.

“The decree has been delivered. Three months from now, the Dao Debate Conference will commence. Proceed to Falling Sun Sacred City on your own. Failure to arrive on time will be deemed a waiver.”

Just as he was about to step onto the golden radiance path and vanish into the heavens, a strand of divine sense transmission that only Chu Feng could hear sounded within his mind.

“Kid, don’t be happy too early. The Sect Master is very interested in your ‘model,’ but interest comes in many forms.”

“This Dao Debate Conference is both an opportunity for you to step onto a larger stage and a ‘test’ the Sect Master has set for you.”

“If you cannot, before the prodigies of the myriad domains, prove that your ‘model’ possesses irreplaceable ‘value’……”

“Then you and your so-called ‘Ascension Group’ could be ‘erased’ at any time.”

“——From this world.”

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