50: Go with the flow, and let the heavenly waves guide your heart!

Myriad Dao Divine Sect, Sect Master Hall.

Chu Xuanjin leaned back on his throne, his fingertips tapping rhythmically against the armrest, creating a steady sound.

The hall was vast and silent.

The matter of the Blazing Fire Sect was already settled.

Zhao Wuyou, the sharpest blade, had already been plunged into the enemy's heart.

All that remained was for Ye Chenfeng and the others to clean up the aftermath and thoroughly imprint the prestige of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect onto the land of the Eastern Wasteland.

"Killing the chicken to warn the monkey—this chicken has been killed well enough."

He mused to himself.

"Now, it remains to be seen if those monkeys are smart enough."

He stopped paying attention to the situation in the Eastern Wasteland.

As the chess player, once the pieces were placed, he only needed to wait for the results.

He sank his mind into his Sea of Consciousness and began to comprehend the Archaic Dragon God Scripture.

This divine rank Cultivation Technique was incomparably overbearing, and the Dragon Dao Laws contained within it could also be cross-referenced with his own general outline of the "Dao."

Meanwhile, at the Qingyun Branch.

The atmosphere inside the Sect Master Hall was oppressive, yet it concealed an irrepressible excitement.

Yun Tianqing sat in what used to be his Sect Master seat, but at this moment, he acted more like a diligent chief steward.

Piles of communication jade talismans and battle reports were stacked before him.

Ye Chenfeng sat in the primary guest seat, a cup of long-cooled tea before him. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he were dozing, but in reality, his Divine Thought was already connected to the Luck of the entire Qingyun Branch.

Wang Duojin and Su Linger sat on either side of him.

The abacus in Wang Duojin's hands had barely stopped; he was rapidly calculating the battle losses, spoils, and the maximization of future profits from this expedition.

Su Linger was diligently wiping the silver bell on her wrist.

Dozens of Elders from the former Qingyun Sword Sect stood in the hall.

The expressions on their faces were incredibly complex.

There was shock, awe, and even more, the relief of having survived a catastrophe.

In just one month.

This Sect they had once been proud of, yet which had been in decline, had, under the leadership of this youth named Ye Chenfeng, swept across the entire Southern Border of the Eastern Wasteland with thunderous momentum!

Those Sects that had once fought with them openly and secretly, and even kicked them while they were down, were now either dead or had surrendered.

"Report!"

A Disciple rushed in from outside the hall and knelt on one knee.

"Reporting to the Acting Branch Revered Master! The Surging Waves Sect of the East Sea has sent the land deeds for three market towns, along with three million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, to outside the mountain gate as an apology!"

Wang Duojin's abacus moved even faster.

"Report!"

Another Disciple ran in.

"Hundred Beasts Manor Revered Master Xiong Kaishan has come to the mountain gate in person to apologize, offering his century-old collection, the 'Myriad Beasts Diagram,' just to beg for our Sect's forgiveness!"

"Report!"

"The seventeen Sects of the Eastern Border have jointly submitted a petition, willing to come and pay homage every year, offering tribute annually, and honoring our Myriad Dao Divine Sect as supreme!"

Victory reports kept coming in one after another.

Inside the hall, the breathing of those Elders became heavy.

They looked at the youth who remained with his eyes closed, resting, and there was no longer any doubt in their eyes.

This was the true atmosphere of a great Sect!

This was the glory they had dreamed of!

Just then, the Elder responsible for guarding the mountain gate sent an urgent telepathic message through his disciple token.

"Acting Branch Revered Master! The Tianlang Sect... the Tianlang Sect has sent an envoy, and they are specifically asking to see you!"

The Tianlang Sect?

The hall fell silent instantly.

All the Elders' expressions became grave.

Yun Tianqing stood up abruptly.

"The Tianlang Sect? What are they here for?"

The Tianlang Sect, second only to the Blazing Fire Sect, was recognized as the second strongest Sect in the entire Eastern Wasteland.

Its Sect Master, Lin Canghai, was a Great Perfection of Nascent Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator who had been famous for a long time, only one opportunity away from the Void Refining realm.

This Sect had always been low-key, non-contentious, and had maintained neutrality throughout this turmoil, never showing any disrespect to the Qingyun Branch.

Why were they sending someone now?

Ye Chenfeng slowly opened his eyes.

A sharp glint flashed in those calm, mirror-like eyes.

"Let him in."

Moments later.

A middle-aged Cultivator wearing blue cloud-patterned Daoist robes and a scholarly face, led by a Disciple, walked into the hall.

He held a rosewood gift box in his hands, his expression respectful, his gait steady.

He walked into the hall, scanned the crowd, and finally, his gaze landed on the youth in green sitting in the primary guest seat.

Without hesitation, he took three steps forward and bowed deeply to Ye Chenfeng.

"Qian Wanshan, External Affairs Elder of the Tianlang Sect, greets Acting Branch Revered Master Ye."

His posture was very low.

Ye Chenfeng looked at him without speaking.

The atmosphere in the hall grew heavier.

Wang Duojin stopped his abacus, squinting as he sized up the middle-aged man named Qian Wanshan, as if trying to calculate something from him.

Qian Wanshan straightened up and offered the gift box with both hands.

"This is a small token from my Sect Master; it is nothing much, but I hope the Acting Branch Revered Master will accept it."

A Disciple stepped forward, took the box, and presented it to Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng did not open it, just asked indifferently.

"What is your purpose? Speak directly."

Qian Wanshan gave a wry smile.

"The Acting Branch Revered Master is straightforward, so I will not beat around the bush."

He took a deep breath, bowed again, and said something that shocked everyone in the hall.

"My Tianlang Sect is willing to merge into the Myriad Dao Divine Sect, just like the Qingyun Sword Sect, to be an affiliate forever, and to obey your orders!"

Boom!

Inside the hall, all the Elders felt their brains buzz.

The Tianlang Sect!

The Tianlang Sect, whose strength was far above their Qingyun Sword Sect, was actually... willing to submit voluntarily?

Yun Tianqing stood dazed on the spot, unable to believe his ears.

Wang Duojin's mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg.

"You... what did you say?" he asked, stammering.

Qian Wanshan looked up, his face full of sincerity and determination.

"Everyone, there is no need to be surprised."

"My Sect Master said that the Eastern Wasteland of today is no longer the Eastern Wasteland of yesterday."

He looked around, his voice heavy.

"The Blazing Fire Sect is on the verge of destruction. The Surging Waves Sect has bowed its head in submission. The Hundred Beasts Manor is begging for pity."

"The great trend of the Eastern Border is already clear."

His gaze returned to Ye Chenfeng, carrying a hint of awe.

"My Sect Master also said that in this storm sweeping through the Eastern Wasteland, maintaining neutrality is the stupidest choice."

"Because after the storm, the tree that remains intact is often the first one to be cut down to be used as a roof beam."

"Rather than being passively purged in the future, it is better to take the initiative to surrender today."

"My Sect Master also said..."

Qian Wanshan's voice carried a hint of fanaticism.

"Being able to follow a true powerhouse and embark on an unprecedented path to the heavens is a once-in-ten-thousand-years immortal opportunity for my Tianlang Sect!"

The words were resounding and logical.

Wang Duojin nodded repeatedly.

"Excellent! Truly excellent! Your Sect Master is a sensible person!"

Ye Chenfeng's brows, however, furrowed slightly.

This matter was too big.

It was beyond the scope of his decision-making.

He glanced at Qian Wanshan and did not answer immediately.

Instead, he closed his eyes, his thoughts moved, and through the disciple token, he transmitted the situation here, word for word, to that distant, unknown place.

"Revered Master, the Tianlang Sect requests to see us, wishing to become an affiliate. I do not dare to decide this matter alone."

Qinghe City, within the courtyard.

Chu Xuanjin slowly opened his eyes.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

He had thought that by killing the chicken to warn the monkeys, he could get some peace and quiet.

But he hadn't expected this.

The monkeys were not only unafraid but had taken the initiative to come over, wanting to be the blade in his hand.

"Interesting."

He whispered to himself.

Getting a Great Perfection of Nascent Soul Transformation Stage thug for free, along with a Sect with a deep foundation.

This was a deal worth making.

He moved his mind, and a Divine Thought crossed ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, descending directly into the hall of the Qingyun Branch.

"Granted."

It was only one word.

Ye Chenfeng opened his eyes abruptly.

He looked at Qian Wanshan, who was still waiting for a reply, and spoke slowly.

"I am already aware of your Sect's sincerity."

He mimicked his Revered Master's tone, and his voice also carried a steadiness that did not belong to his age.

Just when Qian Wanshan was beaming with joy, thinking the matter was done.

Ye Chenfeng's words left him frozen in place.

Because Ye Chenfeng neither agreed nor refused.

He just quietly looked at Qian Wanshan.

The atmosphere in the hall became strange again.

Qian Wanshan's heart jumped to his throat.

He did not know what this young Sword Immortal meant.

Just as sweat began to form on his forehead,

Hum—

A golden ripple appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall, within the Void Realm.

Immediately after, a token cast entirely from purple gold, flowing with mysterious light and emitting vast majesty, slowly emerged from the ripples, and finally, floated quietly in front of Qian Wanshan.

An indescribable aura of Law from a higher level instantly filled the entire hall.

All the Elders, including Yun Tianqing, knew this was the identity token of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect, and they were not affected by the pressure.

But Qian Wanshan's body began to tremble violently.

He stared blankly at the token that had appeared out of thin air, his mind blank.

What kind of heaven-defying means was this!

To be able to create objects out of thin air and transmit them from tens of thousands of miles away!

"This is the Sect Token of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect."

Ye Chenfeng's voice rang out, breaking the dead silence.

"Take it back and give it to your Sect Master."

"He will know what to do."

Qian Wanshan woke up as if from a dream.

He looked at the token, and his eyes changed completely.

It was no longer looking at a token of trust, but looking at an oracle, a mandate of heaven!

He knelt on both knees, performed a full prostration to the token, and then, carefully, using all his spiritual power, lifted it up and respectfully placed it into his bosom.

"Qian Wanshan... obeys the decree!"

He stood up, not daring to say another word, bowed deeply to Ye Chenfeng again, and then turned and left the hall, almost at a run.

His back was full of panic and unspeakable joy.