One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

The complete annihilation and incorporation of Quanxing was the most crucial move Zhuge Ming made to determine victory or defeat.

For those stubborn villains who used "doing whatever they wanted" as a pretext to commit arson, murder, and looting, the military used cutting-edge technology and advanced weaponry to physically eliminate more than 300 people in 20 minutes with zero casualties. This was to establish authority and tell all prominent families that the state's inaction on them did not mean it could not control them. As for core members like Gong Qing and Ding Shian who still had a conscience and were willing to be restrained, the Old Master stepped in to provide them with a way out, giving them a pilot program for compliance reform. This was to show benevolence and to demonstrate to the world that as long as one upholds the law and obeys the overall situation, even a heretical sect that has been condemned for thousands of years can be tolerated by the state and allowed to reform.

Slap me, then give me a treat.

With the official recognition of the public sparring between the old master Zhang Zhiwei and Quanxing, the underlying understanding of the entire supernatural world was completely reshaped.

The once-feared disputes over the Eight Extraordinary Skills and the decades-old feuds of the Thirty-Six Thieves were instantly washed away into trivial past events in the face of the grand narratives of "modern rule of law" and "national security."

The leaders of the various sects were not fools. When they saw that even the Old Celestial Master was obediently cooperating with the official representatives, and that even the once arrogant Wang Ai and Lü Ci of the four major families were being reprimanded by the special task force for suspected illegal and disorderly conduct, everyone sensed that the times were turning.

More importantly, this contains unimaginable institutional benefits!

By registering their closely guarded, unique techniques as "national/provincial intangible cultural heritage," they can not only obtain special protection subsidies from the government but also gain absolute legal endorsement from state authorities for their "intangible cultural heritage intellectual property rights." From then on, anyone who dares to steal or practice these techniques will not need to be hunted down by their sect or create a blood feud. A single lawsuit can be filed with the All-Touch Judicial Supervision Bureau, where the public security and special management departments will swiftly apprehend them, ensuring both fame and fortune, and complete safety.

From this moment on... in just a few days, famous sects, hidden villages, and even hereditary hereditary cultivators from all over the country rushed to the local government service halls and various district branches of Nadutong to fill out forms, enter data, and apply for ratings, fearing that if they were a step behind, they would be labeled as violating regulations by "illegally passing on knowledge privately".

The deep-seated problem of factional infighting within the Xuanmen sect, which had plagued countless emperors and generals for centuries, was surprisingly and subtly resolved through a clever combination of administrative rule of law and interest-driven approaches.

The hardest thing to change in this world is a person's mind.

But once the trend is established, under the rolling wheels of change, even the most stubborn old ideas have no choice but to conform to the trend.

……

As the sun rose higher, the clamor in the stands of the martial arts arena had long since receded like the tide.

The young talents and senior members of various sects who participated in the Luotian Grand Ceremony, guided by the leaders of each district, were dispersing along the sacred path in front of the mountain, looking dazed and walking hurriedly.

All that is happening today will quickly transform into an invisible political hurricane, deeply embedding the message of "supporting the overall situation and abiding by rules and regulations" into the heart of every sect of supernatural beings.

However, the vast and empty training ground did not fall completely silent.

Directly above the platform, those old monsters who could make the world of supernatural beings tremble with a stomp of their feet were still standing in place, not daring to even sway the hem of their clothes.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei stood with his hands hanging down, his expression seemingly desolate; Tian Jinzhong in his wheelchair had his eyelids slightly closed; Lu Jin frowned slightly, his back straight; Wang Ai leaned on his dragon-headed cane, his swollen orange-skinned face deeply hidden in shadow; Lü Ci drooped his single eye, half of his body tense like a bow; Feng Zhenghao pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the corners of his mouth holding an impeccable respectful curve; and at the very end, Gong Qing, whose identity had just been officially recognized, stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, even his breathing was held in his throat.

The leader did not get up and leave his seat, and no one dared to move an inch.

In the main seat, Zhuge Ming sat upright in a high-backed chair, his dark blue executive jacket spotless, a gentle and faint smile on his lips.

With his eyes slightly closed, within his consciousness, the Wuhou Qimen technique "Listening to the Wind" had already spread out into an invisible network covering the entire area of ​​several miles around the back mountain.

The silence was absolute. The mountain wind rustled through the cracks, withered branches fell to the ground, and even the whispers of the last few employees of NaDuTong handing over their shifts echoed clearly in the depths of his mind, like mercury spilling onto the ground.

He is waiting.

Once this training ground is completely cleared out, once the last worldly clamor of Longhu Mountain has completely subsided.

As the footsteps of the last group of unrelated people completely passed the screen wall of the Tianshi Hall on the front mountain, Zhuge Ming's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the long-suppressed turmoil in the depths of his heart finally exploded silently like spring thunder.

To be fair, as the owner of this young body, and as a transmigrator who arrived in this world with a god-like perspective, Zhuge Ming has already walked a high and stable path on the road of the system.

But deep down, he still carried the burning passion of the Zhuge family, and what circulated in his chest was the divine and profound true qi that had undergone a system leap and had long since reached an incredible level!

In the grand chessboard of the entire game of Under One Person, the Old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei is the only insurmountable barrier, a true god on earth draped in a Taoist robe.

Now that we've come all this way, and now that we've reached the pinnacle of such power, wouldn't we regret it for the rest of our lives if we didn't truly test our Dao hearts with this peerless master of our time?!

He is about to complete this phase of the special rectification task, and it is a foregone conclusion that he will return to Beijing to assume his duties and be promoted to a higher position.

Once removed from this special regulatory sequence, the platform, dimension, and identity he will be in from now on will no longer allow him to stand arbitrarily on the training ground.

This is his only chance.

"Without investigation, there is no right to speak; practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."

Zhuge Ming chuckled inwardly, finding a fitting and impeccable explanation for his youthful arrogance, one that was highly characteristic of the era.

After a long while, Zhuge Ming slowly opened his eyes.

Those deep, calm eyes swept across the empty grandstand before settling on the group of tense elderly men beside him. His tone was as gentle as a spring breeze:

"Elder Master, esteemed seniors, please have a seat. Everyone has left; there's no need to be so formal."

hum.

Several members of the Ten Elders sitting in the stands felt a slight, instinctive jolt in their hearts.

As perceptive as the old master Zhang Zhiwei was, he keenly noticed the subtle shift in the way Zhuge Ming addressed him—he no longer used "comrades," but instead switched to the more江湖-sounding "old master" and "senior."

On the old master's face, which resembled the bark of an old tree, his eyelids twitched violently twice, a rare occurrence, and an extremely absurd and ominous premonition instantly crept up his spine.

But he remained perfectly composed, cleared his throat, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Hehe... In front of the leader, we old men will obey orders."

Everyone spread out and carefully sat down, their bottoms barely touching the floor. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Immediately afterwards, under the astonished and uncertain gazes of everyone, Zhuge Ming, sitting in the main seat, made a move that froze the air in the entire room.

His expression was solemn and calm as he slowly raised his right hand, his long, slender, fair fingers touching the left chest of his dark blue executive jacket.

There, he wore a red badge that shimmered with a solemn golden light in the sunlight.

With a slight exertion of his long, slender fingers, Zhuge Ming removed the badge—a symbol of lofty faith and national will—with utmost solemnity and reverence, accompanied by the faint sound of a metal clasp falling off.