Chapter 99: Chief Guest, True Lord Lieyang!

A press conference?

Corporate culture?

Risk resistance capacity?

True Lord Lieyang suddenly felt as though his very soul was twitching. It wasn’t from rage, nor from excitement, but from an overwhelming, unprecedented sense of absurdity.

He had lived for over a thousand years, destroyed no less than eighty or a hundred sects, and massacred countless clans.

He had seen those who begged for mercy, those who died bravely, and even those who cursed until their final breath.

But damn it, he had never seen anything like this before!

He was here to demand retribution, not to attend a banquet!

That old face of his, twisted slightly from utter shock, looked even more bizarre under the sky filled with fluttering “fireworks.”

He wanted to act.

With a single thought, he could annihilate this mountain gate before him—along with all those disciples forcing smiles—erasing them completely from the history of the Eastern Wasteland.

But he couldn’t.

For his powerful divine sense could clearly detect that within a radius of ten thousand miles, there were at least a hundred obscure yet formidable presences, secretly observing through various mystical means.

And those presences all belonged to notable figures of the Eastern Wasteland.

If he truly struck now without distinction, and word spread, it would no longer be Heavenheart Holy Land cleansing its sect—it would become him, True Lord Lieyang, losing control of his heart demon, enraged by a few words from a Qi Refining junior!

True Lord Lieyang couldn’t afford to lose face like that!

Looking at True Lord Lieyang, whose old face was flushed red—like a man desperately trying to hold in a bowel movement, on the verge of exploding right there—Chu Feng couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.

When dealing with these thousand-year-old fossils who valued “saving face” more than life itself, the most effective weapons had never been blades or swords, but “public opinion” and “moral coercion.”

You had to raise them high—higher and higher—then leave them with no way to step down gracefully.

“True Lord, why are you still standing! Please, have a seat, have a seat!”

Chu Feng’s warm voice rang out again, so enthusiastically that even the various dignitaries attending the ceremony got goosebumps.

Pointing to the grand throne at the center of the platform—prepared specifically for True Lord Lieyang—he said passionately,

“You are the stabilizing pillar of our Eastern Wasteland cultivation world, the guiding light in the hearts of all younger generation cultivators!”

“Your presence at our humble little press conference fills even this small square with the brilliance of the Dao itself!”

As he spoke, he cast an encouraging glance toward Zhang Daniu, who had the best morale among the disciples below.

Zhang Daniu instantly understood and, using his full strength, led the recently recovered “Atmosphere Group” in shouting a brand-new slogan:

“True Lord mighty! Virtuous and venerable! Honored guidance! Our sect is blessed!”

Their voices thundered across the sky, filled with boundless admiration for the “venerable senior.”

True Lord Lieyang’s teeth ached from hearing this nauseating flattery.

Taking a deep breath, he forcibly pressed the surging killing intent back into his dantian.

He had decided—he would see what kind of trick this little ant could possibly play!

With a flash, his figure ghosted onto the main peak square’s platform. The scarlet-golden flames surrounding him scorched the ground beneath his feet, leaving behind a trail of blackened footprints.

“You impudent brat, enough with your petty schemes!”

True Lord Lieyang’s voice was no longer a roar but a chilling gale—each word cold enough to freeze a man’s soul.

“I’ll say it once more—hand over Murong Xue and then kill yourself here. If you do, I may allow your sect to leave behind a trace of bloodline. Otherwise, after today, Qingyun Sect shall be erased from the Eastern Wasteland!”

A terrifying pressure, like billions of mountains, crashed down!

This time, it wasn’t indiscriminate—it was targeted precisely at Chu Feng alone!

The disciples below suddenly felt the pressure ease, yet their hearts nearly stopped when they saw Chu Feng standing beneath that terrifying aura.

They had no doubt—if True Lord Lieyang so much as thought about it, their President would explode into a cloud of blood mist!

Yet, at the very center of that oppressive might—strong enough to make even a Nascent Soul cultivator tremble—Chu Feng stood as if bathed in a spring breeze, his professional smile unchanged.

“True Lord, your words truly wound the hearts of us juniors!”

Speaking leisurely, Chu Feng strolled through that soul-crushing pressure, personally picking up a cup of “Enlightenment Tea” that had long been prepared, and respectfully handed it to True Lord Lieyang.

“What erasure? What suicide? True Lord, you’ve come from afar—surely there must be some small misunderstanding about our Ascension Group!”

“Since our founding, the Ascension Group has always adhered to the development concept of ‘people-oriented, scientific cultivation,’ remaining closely united around the righteous path of the Eastern Wasteland, with Heavenheart Holy Land as the core.”

“We are dedicated to providing affordable cultivation resources for grassroots cultivators, alleviating their suffering from endless competition. Is that not helping relieve your burdens, True Lord? Helping relieve the Holy Land’s burdens?”

Chu Feng’s words were perfectly enunciated, full of moral righteousness.

He had elevated his “pyramid scheme model” to the noble height of “solving the people’s hardships and serving the nation,” positioning himself as a “righteous comrade.”

True Lord Lieyang’s beard trembled with fury at such shameless twisting of black and white.

“As for Martial Niece Murong Xue—”

Chu Feng suddenly shifted tone, his face showing a “you know what I mean” expression. He lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear, and said:

“True Lord, you might not know—she isn’t a traitor. She’s our undercover agent planted within the enemy!”

“And why did she do it? Why, to help you, to help the Holy Land, uncover the inner workings of our ‘business model’—to see whether we’ve committed tax evasion… no, I mean, violated morality!”

“Think about it, True Lord—how much hardship has Martial Niece endured here, enduring humiliation and toiling away for the cause?”

“She worked tirelessly to help us improve our ‘safety production’ systems! That’s far more noble and professional than certain elders from your sect secretly draining a leyline to forge their ‘Crimson Sun Golden Wheel,’ causing public outrage—and then trying to blame it all on the Demonic Path!”

The moment those words fell, True Lord Lieyang’s pupils shrank to pinpoints!

Framing the Demonic Path!

That was the greatest secret of his life—the sole blemish upon his Dao heart!

This ant… how could he possibly know such details?!

A chill, bone-deep and terrifying, shot up True Lord Lieyang’s spine straight to his crown!

Looking at Chu Feng’s smiling face, for the first time, he felt that what stood before him was not a mere ant he could crush at will, but a demon shrouded in mist.

Chu Feng, as if oblivious to his changing expression, continued warmly:

“So you see, True Lord, we’re all on the same side—why make things so tense?”

“Come now, please sit down, have some tea, calm your fire.

“Today, before all the heroes of the Eastern Wasteland, we can have an open and honest discussion—a deep and friendly consultation on the future strategic cooperation between our two sects!”

“You, as the guiding light of our entire industry, must give us juniors some precious advice!”

After finishing, Chu Feng once again made a sincere “please” gesture toward True Lord Lieyang.

True Lord Lieyang stood frozen, eyes blazing with fury as he stared at Chu Feng.

He suddenly realized—he wasn’t here to demand justice.

He had stepped right into a net woven from his own “face” and “secrets.”

If he turned and left now, it would mean tacitly admitting everything Chu Feng had just said!

At that moment, this Nascent Soul perfection cultivator, whose name shook the Eastern Wasteland, was forced into a deadlock by a mere Qi Refining ant!

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