156: Let's have a meeting to discuss the correct way to reason.

At the bottom of the abyss in the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, there was dead silence.

On the plain made of billions of broken swords, two brand-new, bottomless ravines looked like two hideous, shocking scars.

Zhao Wuyou slowly deactivated the Dragon God Transformation.

His massive body returned to normal size, his golden hair fluttering without wind. In his golden pupils, the Battle Intent that could burn the heavens was slowly subsiding.

His gaze moved past Ye Chenfeng and landed on the two terrifying ravines he had created with his own hands.

He fell silent.

Ye Chenfeng also remained silent.

Their Revered Master's transmission and their Second Senior Sister's battle report weighed on their hearts like two invisible mountains.

Three Immortal Lords.

Thirty-seven Golden Immortals.

Such a massive dark organization hadn't even lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn under their Second Senior Sister's thunderous methods.

"Heh."

Zhao Wuyou suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.

He raised his hand and looked at his fist, which was powerful enough to crush stars.

"I'm still using this most primitive method, accumulating power punch by punch and kick by kick."

"Second Senior Sister... she has already started measuring combat power in 'legions'."

There was no jealousy in his voice, only a sense of urgency, as if being left behind by the era.

Ye Chenfeng sheathed his sword.

He looked at Zhao Wuyou calmly.

"Our Daos are different."

"Our Dao lies within the sword and the halberd."

"Second Junior Sister's Dao lies in the world and in people's hearts."

Zhao Wuyou looked up, light reigniting in his golden eyes.

"I understand."

"That's why I need to fight even more."

"I need stronger opponents."

He looked at Ye Chenfeng, his gaze becoming incredibly serious.

"Senior Brother, next time, I won't give you another chance to slap my face."

Ye Chenfeng didn't speak.

He simply reached out and handed over the disciple token at his waist.

On the token, a sword-shaped mark shimmered with a faint light.

"These are my insights into the Dao of the Sword."

"Inside is my understanding of 'Chaos'."

"And also the prototype of that 'World Apart' strike from just now."

Zhao Wuyou was stunned.

He looked at the token and didn't take it immediately.

"You..."

"We are fellow Disciples," Ye Chenfeng interrupted him.

"Your Dragon God Transformation is peerlessly overbearing, but it relies too much on Bloodline Power and lacks variation."

"My Chaos Sword Dao encompasses all things, but while it has more than enough killing power, it lacks defensive capabilities."

"Revered Master told us to go together."

"I believe this was Revered Master's intention."

Zhao Wuyou fell silent.

He slowly reached out and took the token that carried the unreserved sword Dao insights of a Chaos Sword Body.

It felt warm and smooth in his hand.

Yet it was as heavy as a divine mountain.

"Good."

He only said one word.

In the next moment, both their figures vanished simultaneously, returning to the main peak square of the Myriad Dao Divine Mountain.

The square was already crowded with figures.

Wang Duojin was holding a large abacus, muttering something under his breath, seemingly calculating something.

As soon as he saw Ye Chenfeng and Zhao Wuyou appear, he immediately ran over eagerly.

"Senior Brother! Fourth Junior Brother!"

"You're finally back! You both received Revered Master's orders, right?"

"We're going to the Western Region for a class reunion!"

He was so excited that his face was glowing.

"Let me tell you, I've already had Second Senior Sister send over the map of that Abyssal Demon Ridge, along with asset evaluation reports for all the surrounding forces!"

"That place is dirt poor! But it's rich in mineral resources! There are demon crystal mines everywhere!"

"On this trip, we're not just going to reason with them; we also need to discuss cooperation and development while we're at it!"

"I've even written a project proposal! It's called 'Resource Integration and Sustainable Draining-the-Pond-to-Catch-the-Fish Development Plan for the Abyssal Demon Ridge Region'!"

Behind him.

Gongsun Yan was carrying a medicine box, checking the bodies of several Junior Brothers and sisters who had just been injured in sparring matches.

Bai Jinnian stood quietly to the side holding a scroll, his aura clean and flowing with noble righteous Qi.

Meanwhile, Chen Qianhuan and Hua Ying stood silently in the corner of the square like two shadows, blending into the darkness.

Ye Wushang had also arrived at some point.

He was still dressed in black, carrying that strange bone blade on his back, leaning against a stone pillar with his eyes closed.

His entire body radiated a cold aura that warned others not to approach.

Hearing Wang Duojin's words, he didn't even lift an eyelid.

All eight Personal Disciples were gathered here.

Each of them radiated a completely different aura.

The sharpness of the sword, the dominance of the dragon, the shrewdness of the merchant, the gentleness of medicine, the coldness of the demon, the nobility of literature, the craftiness of the shadow... eight distinct "Daos" intertwined on this square, yet remained clearly separated.

"Ahem."

Ye Chenfeng cleared his throat, interrupting Wang Duojin's long-winded speech.

He looked around at his Junior Brothers and sisters.

"Everyone is here."

"I'm sure everyone is clear about Revered Master's orders."

"Go to the Abyssal Demon Ridge in the Western Region."

"To reason with them."

His gaze finally landed on Wang Duojin's face.

"Third Junior Brother, did you just say Revered Master wanted me to teach you how to reason?"

"Yes, yes!" Wang Duojin immediately perked up and leaned in.

"Senior Brother, tell us quickly! Did Revered Master give you special training? What divine technique or secret method did he pass on to you for 'convincing people with reason'?"

"Is it using talk-no-jutsu to make someone's Dao Heart collapse?"

"Or using a Formation to trap someone until the end of time?"

"Or perhaps, using Spirit Stones to smash someone until they question their life?"

Zhao Wuyou, carrying the dragon emperor halberd, spoke in a muffled voice.

"Isn't reason found right on our weapons?"

In the corner, Ye Wushang slowly opened his eyes.

A bloodthirsty red light flashed in his pitch-black pupils.

"Dead people are the most reasonable."

He licked his lips, his voice raspy.

Ye Chenfeng looked at this group of Junior Brothers and sisters with their vastly different styles and felt a bit of a headache.

He finally understood why Revered Master had given him this "teaching" task.

Every single one of them was a handful.

"Revered Master's reasoning isn't done with the mouth."

Ye Chenfeng spoke slowly.

His voice wasn't loud, but it drew everyone's attention.

"Nor is it simply done with fists."

He looked at Zhao Wuyou and Ye Wushang.

"Do you remember when we were in the Nine Heavens Divine City?"

"Revered Master leveled the Zixiao Dao Field with a single palm strike."

"Did he kill anyone?"

Everyone was stunned.

Wang Duojin scratched his head.

"It seems... he didn't."

"At least, not on the spot."

"He simply decomposed that Dao Field, built from immortal ores and divine wood, into its most primitive particles."

Ye Chenfeng nodded.

"That is Revered Master's 'reasoning'."

"He didn't use absolute power to crush them."

"Instead, he used the Formations and architecture that the Purple Cloud Sacred Land was most proud of to tell them that their things weren't even worth being called trash in his eyes."

"He didn't strike the people."

"He struck their Dao Hearts and their pride."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"This time is the same."

"That old monster who set the trap must be extremely conceited about his Demonic Path cultivation."

"He wants to hold a Prodigy Assembly to lure the most perfect Cauldrons."

"Then we shall go and participate in his assembly."

He looked at Ye Wushang.

"Sixth Junior Brother, the Ten Thousand Demon Suppressing Hell Canon Revered Master gave you... what would that old monster's proud Demonic Technique look like in front of you?"

In Ye Wushang's stagnant eyes, a light called "interest" lit up for the first time.

"It would be... a joke."

"Correct." Ye Chenfeng nodded.

He looked at Bai Jinnian.

"The Demonic Path values following one's whims and being lawless above all else."

"Seventh Junior Brother, your Word Spirit Dao represents order and rules. When he finds that all his Demonic Techniques must submit before your every word, what will he think then?"

Bai Jinnian adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said calmly.

"He will... learn shame."

Ye Chenfeng looked at Wang Duojin again.

"Third Junior Brother, you said that place is rich in minerals."

"Those demonic Cultivators must have established their power based on that."

"What if, during their assembly, you announced in front of everyone that Myriad Dao Real Estate has fully acquired the ownership of the Abyssal Demon Ridge and the mining rights for the next ten thousand years, and then produced evidence and contracts they couldn't refuse?"

Wang Duojin's eyes instantly bugged out!

He squeezed the abacus in his hand until it made a "clack-clack" sound!

"Senior Brother! You're a freaking Genius!"

"Killing the heart! This is truly killing the heart!"

"I'll contact Second Senior Sister right away and have her get a real ancient land deed!"

Finally, Ye Chenfeng looked at Zhao Wuyou.

"As for us."

His hand lightly gripped the hilt of his sword.

"If they don't understand these 'reasons'."

"Then we will use the method they like best to have a good 'talk' with them."

"Until they understand."

Zhao Wuyou grinned.

"I'm good at that."

In the square, the eyes of everyone burned with the light of excitement.

They understood.

Revered Master told them to go "reason".

Not to be teachers.

But to be examiners!

To be judges!

To use the things the enemy was most proud of to completely crush them!

From their bodies to their Souls, and even the "Dao" they relied on for survival!

"Alright, everyone get ready."

Ye Chenfeng said.

"Fifth Junior Sister, prepare more healing Medicinal Pills."

"Third Junior Brother, your... 'Development Plan', you can make a 'PPT' first to present on-site."

"Everyone else, rest and build up your strength."

"We depart in one hour."

...One hour later.

The teleportation Formation in the center of the square glowed brightly.

Eight figures stood within it.

"Does everyone remember?"

Ye Chenfeng confirmed one last time.

"We are going there to participate in the 'Prodigy Assembly'."

"So, we must enter separately as 'prodigies'."

"Each of you find a small Sect or Family that looks decent and blend in."

"Remember, keep a low profile and don't reveal your identities."

"When the assembly begins, we will give him a big 'surprise'."

Wang Duojin rubbed his hands with a sly smile.

"Understood! Senior Brother! This is called diversifying investments to reduce risk! I get it!"

Zhao Wuyou carried his dragon emperor halberd, looking a bit impatient.

"Troublesome."

Ye Wushang's figure had already begun to turn illusory.

"I'm leaving first."

Before his voice even faded, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and merged into space.

"Hey! Sixth Junior Brother! Don't be in such a hurry! We haven't even chosen the teleportation anchor yet!" Wang Duojin shouted hurriedly.

Ye Chenfeng shook his head.

"Don't worry about him."

"He has his own way of traveling."

He glanced at the remaining six people.

"Depart."

He activated the token.

He chose the spatial anchor closest to the Abyssal Demon Ridge in the Western Region.

[Dry Bone City].

A flash of light.

The seven figures vanished instantly... Western Region.

Dry Bone City.

This immortal city lived up to its name.

The entire city's buildings were constructed from the pale bones of unknown giant beasts.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur mixed with blood.

Most of the Cultivators walking on the streets had faces full of Evil Qi and wary expressions.

The Laws here were simple and crude.

The strong were respected.

Killing people to steal their treasures was a common occurrence.

In a restaurant in the city center built from a giant skull.

At this moment, it was bustling with people.

"Have you heard? The Black Flame Demonic Sect has put out the word!"

"They say they found a fragment of the ancient 'primal demon stele' in the Abyssal Demon Ridge!"

"They're going to hold a 'Western Region Demon Child Assembly' in three days! They've invited prodigies from all paths to come and comprehend it together!"

A demonic Cultivator with a fleshy face gulped down a large mouthful of wine and shouted loudly.

"Heh! The Black Flame Demonic Sect? Since when are they so kind?"

At the next table, a one-armed swordsman sneered.

"I bet this is another trap!"

"Most likely, that old thing Old Demon Black Flame had a mishap in his cultivation and wants to find a few talented Demon Children to use as blood food to patch himself up!"

"Shh! Do you want to die?" His companion quickly covered his mouth. "How dare you say such things out loud?"

While everyone was discussing animatedly.

A figure in green appeared at the entrance of the restaurant.

He wore a green robe and carried an ancient longsword on his back. His face was handsome, but his aura was completely out of place in this demonic city filled with blood and Chaos.

He was too clean.

So clean that he was like a piece of flawless white jade dropped into an inkwell.

In an instant, all eyes in the restaurant focused on him.

There was curiosity and scrutiny, but even more so, there was blatant greed and malice.

A Sword Cultivator at the Early Stage of the Heavenly Immortal realm.

And with such delicate features.

Isn't this just a fat sheep delivered right to the door?

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Inside the restaurant, pairs of greedy eyes were fixed on Ye Chenfeng like hungry wolves looking at a lamb. That thick malice was almost tangible.

Meanwhile, hundreds of millions of miles away at the peak of the Myriad Dao Divine Mountain, Chu Xuanjin was lying lazily on a rocking chair, swaying gently. Before him floated a water mirror, clearly reflecting the scene inside the restaurant in Dry Bone City.

He seemed to notice something, and a playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he slightly turned his head.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the water mirror, penetrate time and space, and penetrate the barrier of this story, landing leisurely on you. (To all you handsome and beautiful readers)

He just looked at you like that without saying a word.

After a long while, he reached out a finger and lightly tapped the void in front of him, making a "thump, thump" sound, as if reminding you to pay attention.

"Did you see that?"

He finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of a smile that was hard to detect, like an old friend sharing an interesting discovery.

"You see, it's time for you to make a choice again."

"Every time you click the 'urge for update' button, it's like adding another spark to Chenfeng's sword; every comment you leave will turn into a line for some unlucky fellow in that restaurant."

He paused, picked up the teacup by his side, blew on it gently, and his gaze became meaningful.

"So... do you want the next plot to let those blind fools live for a few more chapters, or... let my eldest Disciple warm up in advance?"

"Tell me the answer with your 'sincerity'."

"I... am waiting to watch the show."

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