Chapter 98: Welcome to the Press Conference Venue!

The voice that echoed from above, each word condensed into tangible runes of flame, poured down from the heavens and slammed fiercely onto the Mountain Protection Formation of the Qingyun Sect!

“Boom—Boom—!”

The blue barrier of light, facing this world-shattering energy, could not even hold for a single breath before cracks began to spread, making sharp, fracturing sounds.

Countless visible fissures spread like spiderwebs across the light curtain. It seemed that in the very next instant, the formation that had protected the Qingyun Sect for a thousand years would completely shatter apart!

At that moment, the entire mountain range trembled!

On the Main Peak plaza, tens of thousands of “Family Members,” who just moments ago were fantasizing about doubling their contribution points, were now filled with nothing but fear.

Under the terrifying divine might of a Nascent Soul Peak expert, their souls were suppressed by an invisible force — even breathing became nearly impossible.

“Thump! Thump!”

These weren’t simple collapses. Their cultivations were forcibly suppressed, and their spiritual energy reversed through their meridians! One after another, disciples spat out blood, their eyes rolled white, and they fainted on the spot.

Those with slightly higher cultivation could only barely support themselves with their flying swords, bleeding from all seven orifices, feeling as though their bones would shatter inch by inch.

This was the oppressive might of a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator!

A being standing at the very pinnacle of the Eastern Wasteland’s cultivation world!

And now, even before his physical body arrived, a mere wisp of divine sense alone was enough to completely rob a second-rate sect of all resistance!

Despair completely engulfed everyone present.

However—amid this apocalyptic scene, a slightly disdainful voice sounded clearly.

“Tsk. That entrance, those effects, that pressure… the budget’s quite generous!”

On the high platform in the plaza, Chu Feng stood against the storm of spiritual energy strong enough to tear apart Golden Core cultivators. His robe flapped violently in the wind.

But instead of fear, there was only a squint of amusement in his eyes — just like an experienced film critic, calmly commenting on this “heavenly wrath descent” performance.

“The camera work’s decent, atmosphere’s well-built, but that line — ‘Get out here and die’? Too clichéd. It totally fails to highlight our villain’s personal charm.”

“The scope’s too small. Really, too small. The dialogue could use a rewrite — that would make the whole scene feel far more sophisticated.”

Beside Chu Feng, Yao Yue’s enchanting eyes — which could charm all living beings — revealed shock she had never once shown before.

She had seen arrogance, seen the fearless, even seen those who spoke without measure — but never, ever had she seen a man who, under the wrath of a Nascent Soul Peak expert, still had the mood to critique the villain’s persona!

This wasn’t boldness anymore. This was pure insanity!

“President Chu, this young lady is truly puzzled… are you perhaps the reincarnation of some Demon Emperor? Or…”

Yao Yue’s red lips trembled slightly as she spoke — she stopped short of saying “crazy.”

“Standard procedure, standard procedure, Pavilion Mistress Yao Yue. No need to panic.”

Chu Feng waved his hand, wearing a “you’re too inexperienced” expression. Then, turning around, he gave a series of orders to Wu Hao and Zhang Daniu, who were both so terrified that their souls nearly left their bodies — commands that even made Yao Yue question reality.

“Wu Hao!”

“Y-Yes… P-President!” Wu Hao half-knelt, his face pale and lips trembling so hard his teeth clattered.

“Look at you, pathetic!”

Chu Feng kicked him squarely in the rear.

“When the sky falls, taller men hold it up! Didn’t you hear? An esteemed guest is arriving! What happened to our Ascension Group’s corporate image?!”

“Im… image?”

Wu Hao’s mind was nothing but mush.

“Go! Immediately! Bring out that gilded cloud-pattern carpet we seized from the Aotian Alliance! Lay it out from the mountain gate to here — the longest one! Keep it straight, got it?”

“And another thing! Drag out the ‘Flower Rain Cannon No. 3’ ceremonial artifact our R&D Department just developed!”

“When the esteemed guest lands, fire a full volley! Remember — it needs to be festive! Lively! Make sure our guest feels the warmth of our homecoming hospitality!”

“Zhang Daniu!”

“Here, President!”

Zhang Daniu wiped the foam from his mouth, but his voice remained as loud as ever.

“You — immediately gather all still-standing members of the Corporate Culture Promotion Department and head to the mountain gate for the welcome!”

“I’ve even got the slogan ready — shout, ‘True Lord, you’ve worked hard! Welcome to… ahem, welcome to our team-building event!’ Show sincerity! Expressiveness! Let the True Lord feel the family-like warmth of our Group!”

“Elder Liu!”

Chu Feng turned toward Liu Changqing, who was pinching his philtrum trying to stay conscious.

“Please brew our finest ‘Enlightenment Tea’! When the Eastern Wasteland’s media friends and our distinguished guest arrive, if the tea isn’t classy enough, it’ll be the entire Group’s face on the line!”

One order after another exploded inside the dazed minds of those still capable of thought.

Lay carpets? Fire cannons? Team-building?!

President, are you out of your mind?!

He’s here to annihilate us! Annihilate! Do you understand?!

“What the hell are you all standing around for?!”

Chu Feng’s roar shook the entire plaza.

“Is this a crisis? No! This is our Group’s biggest pre-IPO roadshow! A golden opportunity to showcase our corporate culture and stress resistance to the entire cultivation world!”

“Heavenheart Holy Land will be our angel investor — they’re here to perform a stress test!”

“The stronger they appear, the more it highlights our own strength! Understand?!”

“Move! Whoever ruins this brand exposure opportunity — I’ll make him personally perform an on-the-spot ascension for True Lord Lieyang!”

Under Chu Feng’s mix of scolding and motivational speech, though their minds were still hazy, Wu Hao and the others were driven by instinct and faith in their president — and began moving frantically.

Soon, the entire cultivation world of the Eastern Wasteland witnessed a scene straight out of madness.

Outside Qingyun Sect, red clouds churned and heavenly flames scattered. A colossal divine manifestation loomed within the clouds, radiating an aura so terrifying it could change the color of heaven and earth.

Inside Qingyun Sect, chaos reigned. Disciples, bruised and bloodied, were panting as they rolled out a red carpet; others were trembling while setting up ceremonial cannons — the scene was as eerie as it was absurd.

The hastily invited “guests” were utterly dumbfounded.

“M-My Dao heart feels unstable… someone, please tell me — is Qingyun Sect performing some kind of sacrificial ritual?”

“Is… is this the legendary ‘joyous funeral’?”

Just as everyone was questioning reality, a crimson-gold divine radiance split through the heavens, tearing the void apart and descending before the Qingyun Sect mountain gate, wrapped in world-burning flames.

As the divine effects faded, the figure of True Lord Lieyang appeared — a blazing god-like warrior, only missing a white tiger at his side to complete the image.

He had already decided: upon arrival, he would crush the Mountain Protection Formation with one finger, then slaughter half the disciples with a palm — a bloody, direct display of Heavenheart Holy Land’s authority.

But what did he see instead?

A luxurious, dazzling golden carpet stretching from beneath his feet all the way to the horizon — perfectly straight, no less.

On either side of it stood two rows of battered disciples, their bruised faces forcing smiles uglier than crying. As he landed, the big idiot at the front mustered all his strength and shouted hoarsely:

“Everyone! Warmly welcome! True Lord, you’ve worked hard!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Amidst weak, uneven chants, dozens of colorful spiritual lights shot into the air, exploding into brilliant fireworks with cheerful crackling sounds.

True Lord Lieyang — this Nascent Soul Peak powerhouse of the Eastern Wasteland — froze completely on the spot.

What in the world… was this?!

He felt the inferno of rage within him sink into an endless ocean, vanishing without a trace.

What… what the hell was happening here?!

As his divine sense wavered and he began to wonder if he had gone to the wrong sect—

A magnetic, enthusiastic voice boomed through the amplifying formation, echoing across heaven and earth.

“Aiya! Apologies for keeping True Lord waiting! We were just wrapping up the pre-war mobilization meeting — took a bit longer than expected!”

On the high platform, Chu Feng stood smiling brightly, conch horn in hand, waving warmly toward him.

“Welcome, True Lord Lieyang, as our esteemed chief guest, to the Ascension Group’s First ‘Corporate Culture and Risk Resistance Capability’ Press Conference!”

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