Chapter 51: Clash of Dao Hearts, The Devil’s Twisted Logic!

The arrival of the Heavenheart Holy Land’s Saintess, Murong Xue, exploded like a thunderclap among the senior members of the Qingyun Sect.

The Sect Master didn’t even bother to continue his closed-door cultivation. Leading a group of elders, he personally opened the Main Peak Hall, employed the highest ceremonial rites, and finally welcomed this esteemed guest inside.

"I did not know Her Highness the Saintess would grace us with her presence. Forgive us for failing to greet you from afar!"

The Qingyun Sect Master—an old man with the appearance of an immortal sage—was now bowing so low his back almost arched. His wrinkled face was filled with fawning smiles.

There was no helping it.

Heavenheart Holy Land was the undisputed leader of the Righteous Path in the Eastern Continent. With a single finger, they could crush the Qingyun Sect into dust.

Forget just one Qingyun Sect—even ten of them tied together would still be no more than an oversized ant nest in their eyes.

The woman before them, Murong Xue, was the brightest successor of her generation in Heavenheart Holy Land—a nailed-down future Saint Lord. Her status was terrifyingly exalted.

"Sect Master, there’s no need for such courtesy."

Murong Xue’s voice held no emotion—cold and distant.

"I am here purely on official business."

She had no patience for detours and directly revealed her purpose.

"I heard your sect recently produced a disciple named Chu Feng. This person acts in bizarre ways, spreads confusing words, and has founded something called the “Ascension Group,” using crooked logic to bewitch many disciples. Is that true?"

The moment those words fell, the air in the grand hall froze solid.

The Sect Master and a few trusted elders exchanged glances, their expressions awkward.

How were they supposed to answer that?

Call Chu Feng a heretic?

But his so-called “Research Association” had the sect’s official seal, and even the Disciplinary Elder Wang Xuanfu himself served as its “supervisor.” The betting market he started—well, even the Sect Master had secretly placed a few bets and pocketed some pocket change from it.

Say he wasn’t one?

But all those things Chu Feng had done—product launches, beggar-edition pills—were unheard of. Calling him a practitioner of unorthodox arts wasn’t entirely unfair either.

"Ahem…"

The Sect Master coughed twice, forcing himself to smooth things over. "Your Highness Saintess, there might be… some misunderstanding here."

"That child Chu Feng, his ideas are… well, unconventional, but his intentions aren’t bad. He only wishes to make some contribution to the sect…"

"A contribution?"

Murong Xue’s brows furrowed.

"By using those opportunistic, effortless tricks? I’ve heard he even humiliated his fellow disciples on the Life and Death Platform with fishing nets and smoke bombs. Is that true?"

"This…"

Sweat began to bead on the Sect Master’s forehead.

At the crucial moment, the Disciplinary Elder Wang Xuanfu stepped forward and bowed.

"Reporting to Her Highness, it is true. But it happened on the Life and Death Platform—well within the rules. Moreover, this seat has already punished him severely, confiscating all illicit profits and ordering him to reflect behind closed doors."

His words were watertight—what was a grave sin became a minor fault.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Murong Xue’s gaze pinned Wang Xuanfu where he stood, her eyes sharp enough to pierce through flesh and soul.

"Then why have I heard that the Disciplinary Hall earned quite a bit from the betting market surrounding that very duel? Elder Wang, exactly whose fault did you punish?"

Wang Xuanfu’s body went stiff, a chill climbing his spine.

What in Heaven’s name—?!

The Saintess had only just arrived, yet she already knew even the darkest corners of this affair?

He didn’t know that Murong Xue was born with a heart of “Dao-Clarity,” allowing her to perceive greed and deceit with terrifying sensitivity.

Every elder standing in that hall bore traces of Chu Feng’s “karmic entanglement.” She could see it all, clear as day.

"It seems I can’t count on you to conduct an honest self-examination."

Murong Xue’s tone grew colder.

"Take me to meet this Chu Feng. I wish to see for myself what sort of devil could drag an entire hall of elders into the mud."

……

One hour later.

At the headquarters of the “Qingyun Sect Strategic Development and Model Innovation Research Association.”

Chu Feng was passionately conducting an induction training session for a new batch of “Management Trainees.”

"Remember this! What’s our Group’s core competitiveness? Not the product! Not the technology! It’s our model! As long as we understand the model, we can get rich selling anything!"

"Today we sell “Beggar Edition Pills,” tomorrow we’ll sell “Shared Flying Swords,” and the day after that, we might even start a “Beat-Me-Up Didi” platform! Got it? Applause!"

“Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!”

The new disciples below, fired up like they’d just taken Qi Replenishing Pills, clapped wildly until their palms turned red.

Amid that near-frenzied energy, the courtyard gate suddenly BOOMED open from outside—smashed apart by brute force.

The Sect Master entered with a strained smile, leading a woman whose aura of immortal purity didn’t belong anywhere near this place.

"Chu Feng! Her Highness the Saintess has arrived—show your respect!"

The Sect Master’s voice was pitched high, terrified that Chu Feng’s mouth would once again unleash something scandalous.

Chu Feng looked up, his gaze pausing briefly on Murong Xue.

Indeed, she was a celestial beauty, ethereal and untouchable.

Unfortunately, from the frozen hostility in her eyes, he could already read deep-seated disdain.

She was here to pick a fight.

"President of the Research Association, Chu Feng, greets Her Highness the Saintess."

Chu Feng gave a casual cupped-fist salute.

Murong Xue didn’t even respond. Her eyes swept across the chaotic courtyard, her brows remaining tightly knit at the strange slogans and buzzwords echoing around.

She stepped up to Chu Feng, looking down at him from above.

"You are Chu Feng?"

"I am."

"A mouth full of twisted logic, bewitching hearts, trampling sect rules, and treating brotherhood like dirt—do you even realize that everything you’ve done is no different from the Demonic Path?"

Murong Xue’s voice was cold and crisp—each word cutting like shards of ice.

Chu Feng listened as that grand accusation fell upon him. Instead of anger, a faint smile curved his lips.

"Your Highness, that’s where you’re mistaken."

Meeting her crystal-clear, untainted eyes, his tone was calm yet carried through the courtyard.

"All I’ve done is one thing: to give the bottom disciples—those who could never see a way out—a chance to survive, a way to make a living."

"You were born with everything, so naturally you can’t understand their struggles. The “Righteous Path” you speak of—isn’t it built upon their backs?"

"But here, under me, there’s no exploitation—only “transactions.” They work for me, and I pay them. Fair and square."

"If helping everyone live a better life makes me part of the Demonic Path…"

Chu Feng’s lips curved slightly upward.

"Then this Devil—I’ll gladly be."