Chapter 22: The CPO Takes Action, Pills Upgraded!

“He assigned us the hardest, most exhausting tasks because he wanted to temper our bodies through intense labor and forge our wills through suffering!”

“How could this be called suppression? Clearly, Li Aotian is using his own method to create for us the most perfect ‘actual combat simulation training ground’!”

Such a blatant distortion of black and white left everyone below the stage utterly stunned.

Wait… could it really be… explained like that?

It actually… sounded somewhat reasonable?

“So!”

Chu Feng swung his arm down with force, issuing a new command. “I hereby announce—the ‘Ascension Group’ Sect Tournament Preparation Plan officially enters its second phase—‘Closed Intensive Training in the Black Miasma Forest’!”

“Starting tomorrow, all members assigned with tasks, bring along all your belongings! We’ll be heading to the back mountain! During the day, we’ll complete Sect Missions as fast as possible to temper our bodies! At night, inside that Black Miasma Forest, we’ll conduct our true, high-intensity, confrontational tactical drills!”

“There, there will be no noise from the Disciplinary Hall, no outsiders spying on us! That place will be our secret base—our training ground!”

“One month later, when Li Aotian believes we’ve been tormented beyond recognition, we’ll return before him as a true hundred-battle-hardened army and give him the greatest shock of his life!”

“Family Members! This is not only a trial, but also an opportunity! A perfect counterattack, a reversal of roles! Tell me, do you have the confidence to follow me and create this miracle?”

The despair and frustration that had filled everyone’s hearts were completely reversed by Chu Feng’s words—turning into excitement and burning passion!

So the President had foreseen everything!

So this was all part of the plan!

We’re not going to be laborers—we’re going for “closed intensive training”!

“Yes!!”

“Do it! Black Miasma Forest? We’ll treat it like our own backyard!”

“Hahaha! If Li Aotian knew what the President was thinking, he’d probably vomit blood from anger!”

Zhang Daniu’s face flushed red with excitement as he raised his arm high and shouted,

“All actions follow the President’s command! Follow the President to victory! Fight! Fight! Fight!”

“Fight! Fight! Fight!”

The roars of hundreds of people echoed once more across West Mountain.

But this time, their voices no longer carried blind fanaticism—instead, they were filled with fierce determination and absolute faith in Chu Feng’s brilliant foresight.

While the Group members were brimming with fighting spirit, packing up for the upcoming “closed training,” Chu Feng quietly made his way to the deepest part of the West Mountain Pill Institute—to a secluded alchemy room.

This was Leng Yanran’s “CPO Office” and “Product R&D Center.”

Unlike the noise outside, this place was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Leng Yanran was frowning slightly, her beautiful brows knitted as she pondered over a pill formula.

On the desk before her were dozens of finely processed medicinal ingredients.

Ever since the last success of the “Mass Edition Qi Nourishing Pill V1.0,” she had immersed herself in developing the “Premium Qi Nourishing Pill V1.0,” trying to find the perfect balance between cost and potency.

“Cold CPO, still busy?”

Chu Feng walked in with a smile.

Leng Yanran lifted her head. Her cool, clear eyes glanced at him once.

She responded with a faint “Mm” as greeting, then shifted her attention back to the pill formula.

Clearly, she wasn’t interested in the outside world’s fighting and chaos.

In her eyes, only the Dao of Alchemy was eternal.

“I understand your pursuit of technique and quality.”

Chu Feng didn’t mind her indifference and sat opposite her. “But an outstanding CPO shouldn’t only know how to develop ‘civilian products’ for peacetime—they must also know how to adapt to the market and launch ‘military products’ suited for wartime.”

“Military products?”

Leng Yanran’s hands finally paused as she looked at Chu Feng in puzzlement.

“That’s right.”

Chu Feng’s expression turned serious. “In the next month, our main battlefield will be the Black Miasma Forest and the Sect Tournament stage. Our ‘users’ will be warriors fighting for their lives. Their ‘pain points’ are no longer about ‘slow cultivation speed’.”

“Their pain points are: insufficient spiritual power endurance, losing combat ability after one strike, rapid physical exhaustion, and lack of explosive strength at crucial moments!”

“So,” Chu Feng looked straight into Leng Yanran’s eyes, emphasizing each word, “I need you to pause the development of the ‘Premium Qi Nourishing Pill.’ I need you to immediately initiate an entirely new ‘military project’!”

“I need you to custom-make three types of ‘special combat pills’ for our warriors!”

Chu Feng raised three fingers.

“First, the ‘Tactical Qi Recovery Pill’. Its focus isn’t on total spiritual energy content—but on rapid absorption. It must melt instantly in the mouth and restore 20% to 30% of a cultivator’s spiritual power in the shortest possible time. Think of it as battlefield ammo resupply—it values efficiency, not capacity.”

“Second, the ‘Diamond Power Pill’. I don’t need it to permanently enhance body strength—I need it to temporarily boost a Qi Refining stage disciple’s defense by more than 50% within half an hour after consumption! It must let them withstand a same-level magic weapon’s attack! This will be the core gear for our ‘tank’ units!”

“Third, the ‘Instant Hemostatic Ointment’. Similarly, I don’t need it to resurrect the dead or regrow flesh—I only need it to instantly stop bleeding, numb pain, and allow an injured fighter to keep battling! This is our ‘battlefield first aid kit’!”

With every pill Chu Feng described, Leng Yanran’s eyes grew brighter.

She didn’t quite understand terms like “user pain points” or “product matrix,” but as an Alchemy Genius, she immediately grasped the immense practical value of these pills in real combat.

This completely overturned the traditional philosophy of alchemy!

Conventional pills pursued gentleness, longevity, and strengthening one’s foundation.

But Chu Feng’s three pills sought extremity—instant effects, no restraint, even at the cost of severe backlash!

These… were pills born for battle!

“Your idea… is quite unusual.”

Leng Yanran looked at Chu Feng—this time, for the first time, her usually cold gaze held genuine admiration.

“But to achieve such effects, we’ll have to use ingredients with extremely strong or even toxic properties. And to ensure instant impact, the pill toxins will be severe. Long-term use will definitely harm the foundation.”

Her words spoke the greatest concern of every traditional alchemist.

“I understand.”

Chu Feng nodded.

“That’s precisely why they’re called ‘military products,’ not ‘civilian products.’ We’re not pursuing longevity—we’re pursuing victory!”

“Cold CPO, I ask you now—with sufficient raw materials (medicine residue) and a budget of one thousand spirit stones—can you create these three ‘products’ within a month?”

This question struck straight at Leng Yanran’s heart.

It wasn’t merely a task—it was an unprecedented, thrilling, and challenging alchemical project!

Her pride, her skill, her unwillingness to remain ordinary—all ignited at that very moment.

“Yes.”

Leng Yanran nodded firmly, flames blazing in her eyes. “Give me ten days. I’ll deliver the first ‘prototype’!”

“Excellent!”

Chu Feng grinned with satisfaction. “From today onward, our ‘Ascension Group’ officially has its own ‘Military R&D Department’!”

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