Chapter 147: Competitor Analysis Report and the “Black Swan” Event

The frenzied annual meeting atmosphere instantly cooled down because of the report Murong Xue handed over.

Half a shichen later, the Group’s core conference room.

The atmosphere was solemn, completely different from the earlier revelry.

A massive projection jade wall floated in the center of the conference room, clearly displaying the report content Murong Xue had rushed to complete overnight.

Different from traditional jade slips, this report had been guided by Chu Feng and made into a page-by-page, richly illustrated “PPT” format, clear and intuitive, filled with a modern sense.

“Everyone, based on the intelligence provided by Miss Feng Zhiruo and the Thousand Illusions Pavilion, in this ‘Mortal Realm Prodigies Dao Debate Conference’, the ‘competitors’ we need to focus on are mainly divided into three tiers.”

Murong Xue stood in front of the jade wall, holding a specially made spiritual light pen. Her expression returned to professionalism and calmness, like a workplace elite giving a presentation.

“The first tier, also our ‘primary competitors’, consists of first-rate forces led by the major families of the Western Regions, as well as the direct descendants of second-rate forces such as the Five Sacred Lands, Five Sects, and Seven Schools.”

The image on the jade wall shifted, revealing the portrait of a handsome young man clad in a starry Dao robe.

“The Feng Family, Feng Wuhen. Feng Zhiruo’s cousin. Golden Core Great Perfection. His main cultivation technique is the ‘Great Zhou Heaven Star Sword Art’. Its characteristic is sword strikes like falling stars, continuous and unending, with extremely strong lethality.”

“According to ‘historical performance’ analysis, this person once had a record of slaying a Nascent Soul early-stage demonic beast across realms.”

“But his ‘personality flaws’ are also very obvious: extremely arrogant and stubborn. This point can be exploited to set traps.”

Chu Feng stroked his chin and commented, “Mm, a typical ‘technical talent’, but his ‘management ability’ is worrying, and his ‘market risk resistance’ is relatively poor. Next.”

The image shifted again, showing a little monk with a solemn, dignified appearance, with faint Buddhist light behind his head.

“Great Thunder Sound Temple, the Buddhist disciple ‘Bu Chen’. His cultivation is unknown. It is said he has already condensed a ‘Glazed Golden Body’, immune to all techniques.”

“This person lives in seclusion, with zero battle records. He is one of the most mysterious contestants in this conference. ‘Personality traits’: unknown. ‘Potential risk’: extremely high.”

“A company that doesn’t even have ‘public financial reports’ is either a scam, or a true giant.”

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes. “List him as a ‘key observation target’.”

……

One renowned prodigy after another of the Mortal Realm was mercilessly dissected in Murong Xue’s report.

Their cultivation techniques and divine abilities were defined as “core technologies”;

The forces behind them were “financing backgrounds”;

Past battle records were “historical performance”;

And personality weaknesses became “exploitable loopholes”.

True Lord Xuantian and the group of elders listened until their scalps went numb and their hearts pounded in shock.

It was the first time they realized that a battle between cultivators could actually be analyzed from so many bizarre angles.

Under Chu Feng and Murong Xue’s operation, those lofty Sons of Heaven seemed to have all become “products” placed on shelves, plastered with labels, waiting to be acquired or crushed.

“The above are the ‘conventional competitors’ we can foresee.”

Murong Xue took a deep breath and pressed the next page. The entire jade wall instantly turned into an ominous blood-red color.

At the center of the blood-red background was only one name, and the side profile of a cold, stern young man.

——Murong Tian.

“Now, what I am going to talk about is a ‘non-conventional factor’, a ‘black swan’ event sufficient to overturn all of our plans.”

Murong Xue’s voice became icy and piercing.

“Murong Tian, my nominal senior brother. For this conference, Heavenheart Holy Land has secretly hidden him for nearly a hundred years as their ultimate trump card.”

“What he cultivates is the most bizarre and most domineering of Heavenheart Holy Land’s three forbidden techniques, the ‘Supreme Forgetting of Emotions Record’.”

“What?!”

True Lord Xuantian cried out in alarm,

“Isn’t that a demonic technique that, when cultivated to the end, severs all emotions and desires, turning one into a Heaven’s Dao puppet?”

“No.”

Murong Xue slowly shook her head. A trace of deep wariness and disgust flashed through her eyes.

“He cultivated it wrongly, or rather, he walked onto a path no one before him had ever taken.”

“He did not forget emotions. Instead, he refined all emotions into an extreme, cold ‘possessiveness’.”

“In his world, all people and things have only two categories: ‘his possessions’ and ‘worthless trash’.”

“His strength is unfathomable. A hundred years ago, he was already at the Golden Core stage. Now, no one knows how strong he truly is. He views me… as his most perfect ‘private property’.”

Deathly silence filled the conference room.

From Murong Xue’s description, everyone felt that suffocating obsession and madness.

This was a madman, a madman powerful enough to be unpredictable.

“According to the annotations from Yao Yue, the Pavilion Master of the Thousand Illusions Pavilion,”

Murong Xue’s voice was strained,

“he has two objectives in coming this time. First, to use the Dao Debate Conference to announce his existence to the entire Mortal Realm and restore face for Heavenheart Holy Land. Second…”

She paused, then said word by word,

“To clean house, and take me… ‘back’.”

As her words fell, everyone’s gaze involuntarily focused on Chu Feng.

This was no longer competition at the group level. This was a personal vendetta targeting the Group’s core executive, and an irreconcilable one at that.

Facing such an enemy, what should be done?

Avoid his锋芒?

However, Chu Feng’s reaction once again exceeded everyone’s expectations.

Not only did he show no worry, he instead smiled with great interest.

“Interesting.”

He stood up and, under everyone’s astonished gazes, slowly walked to Murong Xue’s side.

He did not say any words of comfort. He merely gently patted her slightly stiff shoulder from tension, then turned to face everyone, the corner of his mouth curving into a playful arc.

“A potential opponent who is emotionally unstable, with a clear and singular objective?”

Chu Feng’s voice was not loud, yet it carried a power that steadied hearts.

“Everyone, haven’t you realized it yet?”

“This means he is full of flaws!”

“He is not some damn ‘black swan’. He is a walking ‘performance growth point’!”

“He is the best material to be proactively delivered to our doorstep, for us to use as a banner sacrifice at the ‘roadshow’ site!”

This domineering declaration instantly swept away the heaviness in the conference room.

Zhao Wuji was so excited that he pulled out a small notebook and scribbled furiously:

“Golden line: Enemies are not risks, they are performance growth points! Learned it, learned it!”

Murong Xue raised her head and blankly looked at the man beside her.

His words were still as “utilitarian” and as “cold-blooded” as ever, but for some reason, the huge shadow in her heart brought by the name “Murong Tian” was actually pierced by a ray of light by his few sentences.

Her Dao heart, like solid ice, rippled once more.

“The report was done well.”

Chu Feng satisfiedly closed the spiritual light of the jade wall, looked at Murong Xue, and issued the final instruction,

“The more thorough the analysis, the better we can ‘prescribe the right medicine’.”

“Since he is here for you, then this ‘roadshow’, you must go even more.”

“No!”

Murong Xue rejected it fiercely without thinking,

“He’s a madman! If I go, I’ll only become your burden, become the target of his attacks on you!”

“A target? No, no, no.”

Chu Feng wagged his finger and revealed a fox-like smile.

“Chief Risk Officer, have you forgotten your other identity?”

“You are our best ‘public relations weapon’ against him.”

“Think about it,”

Chu Feng coaxed step by step,

“An infatuated senior brother travels thousands of miles to search for a runaway junior sister, only to find that the junior sister has found the value and sense of belonging in her life within an ‘emerging enterprise’, and ultimately abandons darkness for light… Isn’t this story very topical? Very marketable?”

“Y-you’re shameless!”

Murong Xue was so angry that her pretty face flushed red. How could this man talk about something so dangerous as lightly as writing a storybook!

“This is called professionalism.”

Chu Feng’s expression was solemn.

“If you don’t enter the tiger’s den, how can you get the tiger cub? If we don’t proactively release the bait, how can we make the fish bite, and then, in front of all under heaven, put on a ‘live enforcement’ performance?”

Under Chu Feng’s barrage of crooked logic, Murong Xue’s opposition was mercilessly overruled.

She could only accept this arrangement in anger and helplessness, secretly vowing in her heart that she absolutely could not let herself truly become this bastard’s “public relations weapon”.

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