55: Chapter 55 Don't call me the Supreme Ancestor, I'm panicking!

Half a month later.

Sect Master and a group of Elders and Disciples threw themselves into the reconstruction of the Sect with a near-fanatical passion.

The souls of the Disciples who fell in battle were laid to rest in the mausoleum, and the Sect's pavilions were given a fresh new look.

Resources seized from the three major demonic Sects were piled high like mountains, their spiritual radiance almost bursting through the roof of the storehouse.

The chilling air of slaughter had not yet dissipated from the entire Taixuan Sect, but in everyone's eyes burned a flame called "hope."

To announce this rebirth and to reward merit, Sect Master overrode all objections and decided to hold an unprecedented victory celebration in the main peak's plaza.

On the day of the ceremony, immortal cranes cried in unison, and auspicious energy filled the air.

All Taixuan Sect Disciples, along with thousands of experts newly admitted to the Sect after layers of screening over the past half-month, gathered together.

Sect Master stood on the high platform, looking down at the high-spirited faces below, his heart surging with emotion.

His voice was loud and clear as he recounted the hardships of the battle, mourned the fallen fellow Disciples, and described the grand vision for the Sect.

Finally, he changed the subject and mentioned a name that now required bated breath when spoken within the Taixuan Sect.

“In this battle, our Taixuan Sect was able to return from the brink of destruction, reverse the course of events, and turn defeat into victory, all because of one person!”

Sect Master's voice suddenly rose, the reverence within it so thick it was palpable.

“He is the pillar that supports our Taixuan Sect, the eternal and inextinguishable lighthouse in the hearts of all of us Cultivators!”

“He is our Little Martial Ancestor—Senior Su Changge!”

Before his voice could fade, a mountain-shaking, tsunami-like roar instantly shattered the clouds!

“Little Martial Ancestor!”

“Senior Su is mighty!”

Su Changge was huddled in the most inconspicuous corner of the Elders' section, yawning boredly while calculating the over fifty million emotion points in his account. He was debating whether to exchange them for an 'Absolute Defense Formation' to completely seal off Changge Peak, or a 'Turtle Breath Fake Death Divine Art' to just lie flat.

Suddenly hearing his name and being given such a terrifyingly high title, he jerked, nearly sliding off his chair.

“This is bad.”

Warning bells rang in his heart, a feeling similar to being suddenly tagged by a project manager the day before a holiday.

Sure enough, Sect Master's next words made his hair stand on end.

“After consultation between myself and the Elders, we have unanimously decided!” Sect Master faced everyone, using all his cultivation to project his voice for a hundred miles!

“From this day forward, our Taixuan Sect shall collectively honor Senior Su Changge as—Supreme Ancestor!”

“His position is above the Sect Head and shares equal honor with Heaven and Earth! Every Disciple of Taixuan, when meeting the Supreme Ancestor, shall treat it as meeting the Heavenly Dao and must perform the highest kneeling salute!”

“Boom!”

This title was like a bolt of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, striking directly in the center of the plaza and into everyone's hearts!

After a brief, dead silence, an even more fanatical explosion followed!

“Supreme Ancestor! We pay our respects to the Supreme Ancestor!”

“Greetings, Supreme Ancestor!”

On the plaza, over ten thousand Cultivators in a dense mass moved in perfect unison, kneeling down with a crash toward the direction where Su Changge sat!

Armor clattered and robes brushed the ground, merging into a dull but terrifying roar.

They prostrated themselves, their heads pressed against the ground. Their fanatical faith turned into a physical pressure that rushed toward him.

Su Changge was completely stunned by this display.

He sprang from his seat with a "sproing," his hands waving frantically like a cat that had its tail stepped on.

“Don't! No, no, no! This absolutely won't do! Everyone, get up!”

The color instantly drained from his face.

Supreme Ancestor?

What kind of international joke is this!

In web novels, isn't this position just the "VIP of Cannon Fodder"?

Usually lying in a coffin in the back mountain, then dug out by the protagonist or the Sect Head at a critical moment with a shout of "The Sect is in your hands," only to rush up and self-destruct as a meat shield, leaving not even ashes behind—the ultimate tool man!

I'm only twenty! I haven't enjoyed enough spirit springs and immortal fruits! I just want to be a salted fish!

“Sect Master! What are you playing at! I'm just an ordinary person! I can't bear the title of Supreme Ancestor! Quickly, make them get up!” Su Changge's voice cracked with anxiety.

His attitude was incredibly sincere, and his eyes were filled with genuine earnestness; he was one step away from kneeling to them himself.

However, his panicked appearance, in the eyes of the ten thousand people, was automatically translated into a different meaning.

“Look! Senior is indeed a true Master! Facing such immense honor, he treats it like a worn-out shoe!”

“What a transcendent Realm Senior is in! Clearly possessing the power of creation, yet willing to remain hidden in the mortal world!”

“The more Senior declines, the more it proves our decision is right! This Supreme Ancestor title must belong to him and him alone!”

Sect Master was even more moved, tears streaming down his old face. He rushed a few steps to Su Changge and knelt with a "thud," his knees hitting the white jade tiles with a dull sound.

“Senior! Please do not decline any longer! This is the wish of tens of thousands of people across the Taixuan Sect! If you do not agree, we... we shall remain kneeling here today and never get up!”

“Never get up!”

Over ten thousand people roared in unison, the sound waves making the mountain itself hum.

Su Changge: “...”

Looking at the sea of people kneeling before him—from Sect Master to the white-haired Elders to the newly admitted youths—he felt completely numb.

This isn't a request; this is a coup! This is moral kidnapping!

“I... I...”

Su Changge opened his mouth, only to find that any words of refusal seemed pale and powerless in the face of such a fanatical wave of faith.

He had no doubt that if he said another "no," these lunatics would pick him up on the spot and force him onto that so-called "Supreme Ancestor" throne.

“...Fine, fine then.” Su Changge squeezed the words out from between his teeth. He waved his hand feebly, looking as if his bones had been removed.

“You all... call me whatever you want...”

In his heart, only a wail remained: “It's over. My dream of a salted fish retirement has been completely shattered today by these knees kneeling all over the place.”

Seeing Su Changge "reluctantly" accept, Sect Master and the others were overjoyed, letting out another earth-shattering cheer.

Su Changge took it expressionlessly, but his mind was racing.

No! I can't just let it be!

The title of Supreme Ancestor sounds like it'll bring nothing but trouble.

For his future peace and quiet, he had to find something for these over-energetic fellows to do—something that would keep them so busy they wouldn't have time to bother him!

He cleared his throat, forcing himself into a pose of profound mystery, and slowly spoke: “Since the Sect has been reborn, the old rules should be changed.”

He began racking his brain, recalling the most complex, competitive, and exhausting Sect management models from the web novels he'd read in his previous life.

“We can establish a 'Contribution Point' system. Any Disciple who performs tasks or makes contributions will receive points. These points can be exchanged for Cultivation Techniques, Medicinal Pills, Magic Treasures...”

“The Sect's Scripture Pavilion should also be layered. The Outer Sect views the first floor, the Inner Sect reads the second, and the Core Disciples enter the third... To seek higher methods, one must exchange them with Contribution Points and status.”

“Furthermore, establish a Task Hall, Alchemy Hall, Artifact Refining Hall, Law Enforcement Hall... Each with its own duties and clear responsibilities. Rewards for merit and punishments for faults shall all follow the law...”

Su Changge took those familiar concepts of "KPIs," "OKRs," and "business unit systems," wrapped them in Xuanhuan language, and tossed them out casually.

To the ears of Sect Master and the Elders, these words were nothing less than the divine sounds of the Great Dao!

Contribution Points? What an exquisite and brilliant concept! Once this method is implemented, it will surely ignite the passion of all Disciples, making everyone in the Sect like a Dragon!

Scripture Pavilion levels? Brilliant! Beyond words! It is both a protection and an incentive! It gives all Disciples a clear and visible path for advancement!

Separate halls with clear responsibilities? This... this is simply a perfect and flawless management Heavenly Dao that only a deity could conceive!

Sect Master was trembling all over—not from excitement, but from shock! He felt as if a door to a brand-new world was being flung open before him.

His gaze toward Su Changge was no longer just one of worship; he was looking up at a living "Dao Ancestor" who was opening up a world and establishing rules!

“Immortal... Immortal methods! This must be the governance model of the Immortal Realm!”

Sect Master's lips were trembling with excitement. He hurriedly fumbled for a blank Jade Slip and used his Divine Thought to brand every word and sentence of Su Changge's into it, fearing he might miss even a single punctuation mark.

“One word from Senior is worth ten thousand years of my painstaking thought! This Junior... this Junior has suddenly seen the light! No! This Junior's Dao Heart is being reshaped!”

He held the Jade Slip, preparing to establish it as the unshakeable "Fundamental Ancestral Law" for the Taixuan Sect for the next hundred thousand years.

Su Changge watched Sect Master's crazed expression, as if he were about to have an Epiphany and undergo Ascension on the spot, and his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

“Is it really that much? This is just basic corporate management. How have you all been getting by for the last tens of thousands of years?”

He complained wildly in his heart, but his face remained fixed in that calm, unruffled "Master" expression.

Looking at the faces below that had become excited and eager because of his "competitive suggestions," Su Changge felt a rare... strange sense of accomplishment.

Oh well.

Regardless, this place could be considered his home in this world.

Making this home more "efficient" and keeping the family members busy with "996" schedules so they wouldn't have time to disturb this salted fish...

It seemed... pretty good?

As long as they don't make me fight anymore.