Chapter 47: The Sect in Uproar, The Elders’ Meeting!

No one had expected the farce on the Life and Death Platform to end in such a manner.

Li Aotian was wrapped up in that stinking, tattered net by his former tag-along—now a member of Ascension Group’s Security Department—and dragged off the stage like a dead dog.

He wasn’t dead.

But that appearance of his looked even worse than death.

Chu Feng simply stood there atop the high platform.

Below, countless gazes converged on him, mixed with reverence, fear, and a hint of barely restrained fanaticism.

He didn’t rush to come down. Instead, he grinned broadly at the crowd of still-dazed spectators beneath the stage, his smile radiant and full of charisma.

“Family members of Qingyun Sect!”

He cleared his throat—the same infectious pyramid-scheme enthusiasm returning to his voice.

“Today’s ‘Product Launch Conference’ will end here for now.”

“I know everyone must be wondering—what exactly is our Ascension Group? And where did those ‘products’ just now even come from?”

“Don’t worry, don’t rush.”

Chu Feng spread his hands, his tone earnest.

“I can tell everyone here, very responsibly—our Ascension Group is a great organization filled with humanistic care, whose mission is to ‘help every grassroots cultivator realize their life value’!”

“And what is our goal?”

“It’s to break those old, dead, and unfair systems of resource distribution! We are going to build a new order! A new order that’s efficient—one where everyone can earn good things through their own ‘labor’ and ‘brains’!”

“What you saw today is merely a small piece of our grand blueprint! And all of these things will be available to our Group members at cost price!”

“As long as you join us, you can have it all!”

Every word Chu Feng spoke carried a hook.

The gazes of the disciples below slowly began to change.

If at first they had been merely watching the spectacle, now there was only one question echoing in their minds—

If I join this Ascension Group, what benefits can I gain?

Indeed…

Even someone like Li Aotian, such a formidable genius, had been taken down by those so-called gadgets.

If they had those things too…

Many of them began breathing heavily, their chests burning hot.

“Wu Hao!”

Chu Feng shouted from the platform.

“Here! President!”

Wu Hao shoved his way out of the crowd, his face flushed bright red, shaking all over like a sieve.

“Immediately! Right next to the Martial Arena, set up a ‘Recruitment Point’ for our Ascension Group! I hereby announce that from this moment, the Group will begin its second round of open recruitment across the entire Sect!”

“Anyone who has ambition, anyone who wishes to build something great with us—can go and sign up!”

Chu Feng’s tone suddenly shifted, carrying a sense of oppressive authority.

“But I’ll say the unpleasant words up front—our Group’s ‘entry review’ is extremely strict! We don’t want useless trash—only brave elites! As long as you have vision for the future and the ambition to rise, Ascension Group will give you a stage to soar to the heavens in one step!”

“Boom—!”

That sentence was like pouring a ladle of boiling oil onto an already roaring fire!

The disciples below erupted completely!

“I’m signing up! I’ll be first!”

“President Chu! I want in! I’ll become one of the elites!”

“Don’t shove me, damn it! Let me through first!”

The crowd lost control, surging madly toward Wu Hao’s direction.

The scene turned into utter chaos.

At that moment, a cold snort exploded out of nowhere above the Martial Arena.

The voice carried undeniable authority.

“Enough! All of you, stop immediately!”

“Buzz—”

A crushing pressure descended from the sky, instantly blanketing the entire arena.

Every disciple—no matter their cultivation—felt their necks sink, shoulders collapse, and their bodies pinned firmly to the ground.

Even breathing became difficult.

Everyone looked up in shock.

At some point, three figures had appeared, suspended high above the Martial Arena.

At the front stood an old man in a purple Daoist robe, his hair and beard both snow-white, his face naturally imposing even without anger.

When his eyes opened and closed, arcs of lightning danced within.

It was the Head of Qingyun Sect’s Disciplinary Hall, a late-stage Golden Core powerhouse—Wang Xuanfu!

Beside him stood two other elders, both also Golden Core cultivators, their auras deep and unfathomable.

The Sect’s senior management—finally forced to appear by this grand spectacle!

Wang Xuanfu’s gaze was as cold as a blade, capable of flaying skin, and it shot straight toward Chu Feng on the platform.

“Chu Feng!”

His voice carried no emotion whatsoever.

“Do you admit your crimes?”

Those few words instantly froze the atmosphere.

The disciples who moments ago were clamoring to sign up now shrank their necks like quails, not daring to utter a sound.

It’s over.

That was the first thought in everyone’s mind.

Chu Feng had truly gone too far this time—using such dirty tricks to defeat an Inner Sect genius, then publicly recruiting followers so brazenly.

That was the same as trampling the Sect leadership’s face into the ground!

He was doomed!

Elder Liu Changqing, hidden among the crowd, had gone pale as paper, his calves twitching.

He cursed Chu Feng’s ancestors eighteen generations deep in his heart—this little brat had really messed up this time!

Once the Sect started investigating, as the nominal Chief Financial Officer, there was no way he’d escape either!

But at this critical moment, facing the question of a late-stage Golden Core master, Chu Feng still wore that infuriating, confident smile.

He even cupped his fists casually toward Wang Xuanfu in the sky.

“Elder Wang, this disciple does not know—what crimes have I committed?”

“Hmph! Still daring to quibble!”

One of the elders beside Wang Xuanfu erupted in fury, pointing a finger at Chu Feng and shouting.

“On the Life and Death Platform, you used those despicable and underhanded gadgets to toy with your fellow disciple, disgracing the reputation of our Qingyun Sect built over ten thousand years! That is your first crime!”

“You openly formed factions, created some so-called ‘Ascension Group’, and bewitched the hearts of others. Are you trying to split the Sect and dig out our roots? That is your second crime!”

“You show no respect to your seniors, ignore the Sect rules, and act wantonly, bringing immense harm to our reputation! That is your third crime! For these combined offenses, according to the Sect’s precepts—you should have your cultivation abolished and be expelled from the mountain!”

The words dripped with murderous intent.

Everyone thought Chu Feng was finished for sure.

But just then, a trembling voice came from within the crowd.

“Cough, cough… Senior Brother Wang, those words… aren’t quite right, are they?”

Everyone turned toward the sound.

Elder Liu Changqing was squeezing his way out of the crowd, wiping cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, his expression like a man walking to his execution.

He bowed deeply toward Wang Xuanfu in the sky.

“Senior Brother Wang, and all honored Elders—regarding Chu Feng’s matter, this old man… has something to say!”