Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 380: It was me... who was stubbornly clinging to my delusions!

"We can't delay any longer! And we can't rely on you to suppress it by force alone!"
This is not a long-term solution. Forcibly suppressing them will only allow them to take root deeper within your body, ultimately leading to a greater backlash! You must immediately go into seclusion and find a way to resolve this!
On the company side, aren't there Fang Xu and Yu Yang? You and I both know that although that kid's cultivation level... well, he does have his own unique skills in power struggles and handling affairs.

With Yu Yang's assistance, the company won't be in chaos anytime soon!

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhen immediately fell silent.

He understood that Zhang Zhiwei was telling the truth and that it stemmed from the deep concern of a close friend.

But when I think of the newly established board meeting, the still unstable power structure, the various forces still vying for power, and that mysterious person hiding in the shadows who has mastered the art of summoning spirits and commanding generals, and possibly even more of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques...

Zhao Zhen's sense of responsibility and a subtle, almost imperceptible desire for control made it difficult for him to make the decision to let go immediately.

"Seclusion..."

Zhao Zhen tapped her fingers lightly on the sofa armrest, her gaze fixed on the deep twilight outside the window, as if weighing the consequences of each choice.

“Zhiwei, you’re right, this is indeed not a solution. But seclusion is no small matter; it requires an absolutely quiet and undisturbed environment, and more importantly, it requires finding the right method.”

It seems that the Three Demons' path is blocked; my attempt to force a concrete image has only backfired and trapped me.

Ordinary meditation and introspection are probably insufficient to eradicate these three corpses, which have nearly become demonic…

Seemingly having discerned Zhao Zhen's truest thoughts, Zhang Zhiwei slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Old Zhao, you wouldn't be reluctant to give up your position as chairman of All-Tone, would you?"

"What do you mean?"

"The essence of the Three Corpses is actually the greed, ignorance, and anger in our human nature."

If you can't see yourself clearly and are unwilling to give up the power in your hands, that is precisely the best manifestation of your 'greed'.

In this situation, it's simply impossible for you to sever the three corpses!
Because the power you hold is precisely the best soil to nourish the Three Corpses!

After hearing Zhang Zhiwei's words, Zhao Zhen fell silent for a long time once again.

However, unlike the silence of the last time, this time, a rare look of confusion appeared in Zhao Zhen's eyes.

Am I really like Zhang Zhiwei said, unable to let go of the power I already possess?
Zhang Zhiwei's words were like a thunderclap, or a sharp blade that had been tempered, precisely piercing the depths of Zhao Zhen's deliberately avoided heart, tearing apart the fog woven from responsibility, desire for control, and inertia.

Inside the office, the dim light from the streetlights outside the window cast flickering shadows on Zhao Zhen's face, which was strong yet unable to conceal his fatigue.

The reception room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; only the faint noise outside the window outlined the silence.

Zhao Zhen did not immediately refute Zhang Zhiwei's almost scathing question. His fingers, which were on the armrest of the sofa, curled slightly, a subconscious defensive posture, before slowly relaxing.

He raised his head, his gaze no longer lost, but instead clear and transparent.

But beneath this clear surface, complex undercurrents surge: the sting of having one's secrets exposed, the weariness accumulated over a long period, and even more so... a sense of relief in the face of the truth.

“Greed…” Zhao Zhen spoke slowly, his voice low, as if he were savoring the weight of the word.

As he spoke, the invisible aura that he had been forcibly suppressing around him subtly changed, no longer trying to restrain the three streams of cold, viscous black energy.

The miniature corpses representing greed, anger, and ignorance in the heart meridian, dantian, and niwan palace immediately became active. Their blurry and ferocious forms appeared and disappeared on Zhao Zhen's body, emitting silent shrieks, greedily absorbing every bit of fluctuation that escaped from Zhao Zhen's relaxed mind in the instant.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were sharp as lightning as he stared intently at the changes in the three corpses on Zhao Zhen's body, especially the restless "greed" desire.

He said in a deep voice, "Do you see that, Lao Zhao? This 'greed' is not just about money and women. The control over power, the obsession with the situation, and the unwavering belief that 'only I can do it' are all its roots!"
It resides deep within you, coexisting with your authority, your sense of responsibility, and the 'order' you uphold!
The more you believe you can't live without it, the more effort you put into it, the more you're nourishing it!

Zhao Zhen took a deep breath, the turbid air seemingly carrying the chilling aura of the Three Corpses, causing his body to tremble slightly.

He suddenly closed his eyes, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, illusions of greed came one after another.

With the board of directors newly established, various factions are engaged in fierce competition and infighting. A slight misstep could lead to chaos!
A mysterious figure lurks in the shadows, and the clues to the Spirit Binding Technique are still unclear. There may be more shadows of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques hidden behind it!
Although Quanxing was temporarily subdued, he was like a venomous snake waiting for an opportunity to strike... The foundation of the new order was not yet stable. Once he withdrew, would the edifice collapse?
Every thought becomes nourishment for the Three Corpses, allowing them to run rampant within the body.

"call……"

After a long while, Zhao Zhen opened his eyes again, the struggle and pain in his eyes replaced by an almost resolute calm.

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei, a forced smile curving his lips, tinged with bitterness and self-mockery.

“You’re right, you’re a bull-nose. In my life, I’ve always thought I had everything planned out and that I had everything under control, but I’ve never been able to control my own ‘heart’.”

This all-encompassing burden, this game of chess in the world of extraordinary beings, has unknowingly become an obsession I can neither let go of nor sever.

He paused, his gaze shifting to the brightly lit city outside the window, his voice carrying a sense of emptiness and determination that came after the dust had settled.

“This location is indeed the best breeding ground for nourishing these three corpses… especially this ‘greed’. It was I… who was stubbornly deluded.”

"Old Zhao..."

Looking into the weariness in his eyes, yet with a clear mind, Zhang Zhiwei knew that his old friend had finally taken the most crucial and difficult step—acknowledging and facing the situation.

"The board of directors is newly established, the articles of association are not yet finalized, various parties are vying for power... and there are also dark forces lurking in the shadows..."

Zhao Zhen murmured to herself, as if trying to convince herself.

"But which of these is more deadly than these three 'tumors' in my body that could explode at any moment?"
If I lose my composure and am completely taken advantage of by the Three Corpses, transforming into a 'demon' who only knows how to greedily seize power, act recklessly in anger, and is obsessed with strength, capable of anything—to the world of the supernatural, to the world of ordinary people… that would be true annihilation!

He stood up abruptly, his steps unsteady, but his straight spine burst forth with a renewed strength—a resolute determination born of abandonment.

He walked to his desk, picked up the internal phone, and spoke with a calm and decisive voice, without the slightest hesitation:
"Fang Xu, Yu Yang, come to my office immediately. Immediately!"

(End of this chapter)