Chapter 6: Crisis Turns into Opportunity, On-Site Brainwashing!
Li Aotian roared furiously, feeling as though his intelligence had been insulted like never before.
“Everyone look! Everyone listen!”
Chu Feng immediately seized upon Li Aotian’s words. Rather than being frightened, he grew even more excited.
“Senior Brother Li is anxious! Why is he anxious? Because he’s afraid!”
“He’s afraid of our ‘Heavenly Dao Mutual Aid Association’ model! He’s afraid that those of us he sees as ‘trash’ will one day, through this system, surpass him—leaving him far behind!”
“What he represents is the old, outdated, resource-hoarding traditional powers! They sit high above, accustomed to exploiting and oppressing us! What they least wish to see—is us standing together, taking our fates into our own hands!”
“So, he mocks us to crush our confidence! He uses intimidation to destroy our will! He wants to turn us back into those submissive, docile sheep that anyone can slaughter!”
Every word Chu Feng spoke was like a heavy hammer, striking hard upon the hearts of the chores disciples.
The resentment, unwillingness, and anger that had been suppressed for so long were, at this moment, completely ignited by Chu Feng in a brand new way!
Yeah! Why should they look down on us? Why should they enjoy everything so righteously?
We unite to find our own way—what’s wrong with that?
Their gazes toward Li Aotian quietly began to change.
The fear and reverence from before were gradually replaced by a shared fury and defiance.
Especially Zhang Daniu, who already worshipped Chu Feng to the core. Hearing this “speech,” his blood boiled even hotter.
He straightened his back, his bull-like eyes glaring at Li Aotian—his gaze filled with the hatred one would give a class enemy who stood in the way of “common prosperity”!
Li Aotian felt a chill run through his heart under the stares of these chores disciples.
What the hell was going on?
In just one incense stick’s time, how had this group of ants—who weren’t even worth his notice—dared to look at him like this?
He felt as if he had fallen into an absurd dream.
He had clearly come to show off and reclaim his lost face. How had he, within just a few words, become the “villainous demon king” testing others’ Dao Hearts?
“You… you’re trying to rebel?!”
Li Aotian shouted, his voice fierce but hollow.
“Senior Brother Li, you’re wrong again.”
Chu Feng shook his head, a sorrowful, compassionate expression appearing on his face.
“We’re not trying to rebel. We’re only trying to prove one thing.”
“Prove what?” Li Aotian ground out through clenched teeth.
Chu Feng smiled faintly, his gaze drifting past Li Aotian to a timid follower behind him, his voice suddenly rising:
“To prove—are nobles and lords born that way?!”
“To prove—that the river runs east for thirty years, then west for thirty years—never bully the poor youth!”
“To prove—that every member of our ‘Heavenly Dao Mutual Aid Association’—those who ignore me today, tomorrow you’ll never reach my level!”
Each sentence, filled with force and a strange magnetism, completely detonated the atmosphere!
“Well said!”
Zhang Daniu was the first to raise his arm and shout. He was almost entirely brainwashed by now.
“Senior Brother Chu is right! Never bully the poor youth!”
“Down with the old powers! Long live the Mutual Aid Association!”
“Family, rise up!”
In an instant, passion surged—the slogans echoed one after another.
Dozens of chores disciples at that moment seemed to merge into a single formidable force, their momentum faintly overpowering even Li Aotian, an Inner Sect disciple at the seventh level of Qi Refinement!
Li Aotian and his few followers were startled by the sudden turn of events, stepping back repeatedly, their faces pale.
They couldn’t figure it out—where had this group of “trash” gotten such courage?
Chu Feng looked on with satisfaction. He knew that the crisis had successfully transformed into a business opportunity.
Li Aotian’s provocation hadn’t shattered his team. Instead, like a catalyst, it had heightened the cohesion of this ragtag group to unprecedented levels.
His gaze fell upon the follower behind Li Aotian whose face looked the most sour.
The real show was only beginning.
He was going to steal Li Aotian’s subordinate right before his eyes!
Chu Feng’s gaze was sharp as a scalpel, cutting through the crowd and locking onto a follower behind Li Aotian named Wu Hao.
Chu Feng had some impression of him.
In the original host’s memories, this guy was also an Outer Sect disciple—mediocre in talent, neither good nor bad. To get the scraps that Inner Sect disciples discarded, he had willingly become Li Aotian’s lapdog.
Normally, he bullied other Outer Sect disciples under Li Aotian’s protection.
Such a man, selfish and disloyal, was the perfect target for conversion.
“That Senior Brother!”
Chu Feng suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Wu Hao.
Wu Hao’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t know what Chu Feng intended.
Li Aotian turned back and frowned.
“Chu Feng, what trick are you trying to pull now?”
Chu Feng ignored him. Instead, he looked at Wu Hao with eyes full of pity and regret, and spoke loudly:
“This Senior Brother—I can see that your spiritual roots aren’t bad. You could be molded into something great. But look at yourself now—what are you doing?”
“You follow behind Senior Brother Li, acting as his accomplice, oppressing those of us who share the same struggles. And what have you gained from it?”
Chu Feng’s voice rose sharply, like a massive bell that deafened the ears:
“Have you gained true respect? No! In Senior Brother Li’s eyes, you’re nothing but a dog—called when needed, kicked when not!”
“Have you gained abundant resources? No! What you’ve gotten are nothing but his leftovers—not even worth throwing to beggars!”
“Have you gained a bright future? Even less so! Your future is to follow behind him for life, obeying his whims—until you’re drained of every bit of worth, then discarded like a rag!”
Every word pierced the heart!
Wu Hao’s face turned pale instantly. Each of Chu Feng’s words struck directly at the deepest pain and bitterness within him.
How could he not know he was a lapdog?
How could he not know Li Aotian was merely using him?
But what choice did he have? In Qingyun Sect, without background or talent, if he didn’t find a backer, he’d only be bullied even worse.
“You… you’re spouting nonsense!”
Wu Hao retorted weakly, his trembling voice betraying him.
Li Aotian’s face darkened terribly. He glared at Wu Hao and roared:
“Wu Hao! Don’t listen to his wicked nonsense! Shut up!”
That was exactly the effect Chu Feng wanted.
He wanted to rip apart that flimsy façade of loyalty and expose Wu Hao’s miserable state before everyone.
“Nonsense?”
Chu Feng sneered, then turned toward the gathered “family members” and shouted:
“Family! Tell this Senior Brother—does following Li Aotian lead to any future?”
“No!”
Zhang Daniu roared first, his voice like thunder.
“No future!”
Dozens of chores disciples shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
That sound was like a barrage of sharp slaps, landing hard across the faces of Wu Hao and Li Aotian.