Chapter 102: The Whole Audience Was Shocked! The Most Powerful “Power Bank” in History!
When Chu Feng’s words, “Let’s give him a round of applause,” echoed through the entire square, the world fell silent.
Everyone’s jaws dropped — including the disciples of the Ascension Group.
A perpetual motion spirit stone generator?
A True Lord Lieyang Memorial Edition?
Who in the world could come up with such insane terms?!
They looked at the puddle of mud that used to be True Lord Lieyang on the ground, then back at the chairman on stage — smiling gently as he introduced the new product...
A chill surged from their tailbones straight up to their crowns!
A devil.
This man was no business genius — he was a devil wearing human skin!
Killing wasn’t frightening. Exterminating an entire sect wasn’t frightening.
What was terrifying was that he disdained such crude methods altogether.
What he sought to do was strip away everything from you — your dignity, cultivation, pride, and very reason for existence — then mark a price on it, recycle the waste, and squeeze out every last drop of value!
That was truly striking at the heart!
“This… this defies Heaven’s will! It violates the natural order!”
In the delegation from the Heavenheart Holy Land, a Golden Core stage elder could no longer contain himself. He pointed at Chu Feng and roared hoarsely:
“You’re practicing demonic arts! A technique a thousand times more vicious than any Demonic Path evil art!”
“Oh?”
Chu Feng turned his head, still wearing that harmless, professional smile.
“Elder, that’s not a fair way to put it.”
He walked to the edge of the platform and looked down condescendingly at the furious elder.
“Our Ascension Group has always upheld the core values of ‘sustainable development’ and ‘energy conservation and environmental protection.’”
“True Lord Lieyang, a senior who once made ‘outstanding contributions’ to the cultivation world of the Eastern Wasteland — though he’s now semi-retired — should we really let him rot away in obscurity?”
“No! That would be an enormous waste!”
“By allowing him to continue contributing to the prosperity and stability of the Eastern Wasteland in another form — to realize a ‘life value recycling’ — isn’t that a deed of immense merit?”
Chu Feng paused, then his smile brightened.
“This isn’t called ‘evil arts.’ This is called the ‘Retired Senior Cadre Reemployment Program’!”
“Pfft—!”
That Golden Core elder was so enraged by this twisted logic that his Dao Heart faltered. He spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the spot.
He realized that reasoning with this man was self-humiliation.
Chu Feng’s logic formed a closed loop — unbreakable and invincible!
“Chief Product Officer, Leng Yanran — where are you?”
Ignoring the noise below, Chu Feng called out clearly.
A cold figure stepped out from the crowd.
It was Leng Yanran.
Her hair was still snow-white, but the pallor on her face from overexertion had regained some color. Clearly, Chu Feng had invested plenty of resources into her.
She ascended the platform and gave Chu Feng a slight nod. In her icy eyes, there was a flicker of fervor — one she herself hadn’t noticed.
It was the look a researcher gave upon finding the ultimate, perfect “experimental material.”
“President.”
“Mm.”
Chu Feng nodded approvingly.
“This is the ‘high-quality energy core’ our Group has just acquired. I’m officially handing him over to you and your R&D Department.”
“I don’t care what methods you use — within three days, I want to see a complete ‘Spiritual Power Conversion and Grid Integration Plan.’”
“I want every one of our family members to be able to use cheap, efficient, and clean spiritual energy — provided by the ‘True Lord Lieyang Power Bank’!”
“Yes, President.”
Leng Yanran, always sparing in words, crouched beside True Lord Lieyang’s remains.
She extended her delicate fingers and tapped and prodded here and there on the body of the once-mighty powerhouse of the Eastern Wasteland.
“The Nascent Soul is destroyed, but the meridians and dantian foundation remain intact. Estimated energy conversion rate: seventy-three point four percent. Excellent material.”
She raised her head and delivered her assessment in a strictly professional tone.
This exchange struck the hearts of all the “guest spectators.”
They stared at the two young people — one talking about “acquisition,” the other about “conversion rate” — as if the figure before them was not a once-living, Eastern Wasteland–shaking Nascent Soul powerhouse, but a mere... lifeless object.
Fear was no longer enough to describe what they felt.
It was a primal tremor — fear of the unknown, of an entirely new “system” that overturned millennia of their understanding!
Amid the deathly silence, Chu Feng spoke again.
This time, his gaze turned toward the “family members” of the Group, who were now caught between frenzy and stupor.
“Family members!”
He raised both hands, his voice impassioned:
“Just now, we won the ‘Anti-Hostile Takeover’ business war!”
“We not only defended our home and our livelihoods — we successfully acquired the opponent’s ‘core asset’!”
“This is a monumental victory!”
“And all of this was made possible by each and every one of your ‘venture investments’!”
He suddenly gestured grandly toward the enormous, now fully restored projection jade wall.
“I hereby announce — the ‘Wei Sect War Bonds’ have officially entered the settlement phase!”
“All investors will receive ten times their principal!”
Buzz—!
The jade wall flared with dazzling light!
Rows of names and contribution point figures rolled wildly across it!
In the square, every disciple instinctively looked down at their identity jade tags.
The next instant—
“Holy crap! My points! They really... really multiplied tenfold!”
“One thousand turned into ten thousand! I’m rich! I’m freaking rich!”
“Waaah… With President Chu, the villa by the sea dream really came true! I love the Group! I love the President!”
If the fear moments ago had been an icy abyss—
Then now, this tangible, heaven-sent profit was a volcano hot enough to melt everything!
A devil?
An evil art?
To hell with that!
If he could lead them all to wealth, he was a good President! A living Bodhisattva!
The entire Main Peak Square was consumed by a frenzy called greed.
Tens of thousands of disciples were like madmen — shouting, weeping with excitement, chanting Chu Feng’s name so loud it shook the heavens!
The sect masters from outside sects watching were petrified, their scalps tingling and legs trembling.
They finally understood.
The most terrifying thing about Chu Feng wasn’t his schemes, nor his methods.
It was that he had mastered the most primal and powerful force in human nature — desire!