Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

At 10:00 AM, on the front of Longhu Mountain, at the No. 1 main arena.

The atmosphere here is even more enthusiastic than yesterday.

The entire stands were packed, and even the aisles were filled with extraordinary individuals from various sects.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for this ultimate showdown that represented the highest level of combat power among the younger generation.

In the VIP section, Lu Jin, Lü Ci, Feng Zhenghao, and others from the Ten Elders had all taken their seats.

Wang Ai, who was severely humiliated yesterday, did not attend due to illness, which made the atmosphere in the VIP section much fresher.

Zhuge Qi, accompanied by Ma Hong and Xiao Li, slowly walked up the steps to the highest-level VIP viewing platform under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

After yesterday's textbook-level "rule-based suppression," the thousands of extraordinary individuals present no longer looked at the young section chief in his Zhongshan suit with the initial disdain and skepticism, but instead with a deep sense of awe.

Even the most unruly sect elders couldn't help but bow slightly in greeting when Zhuge Qi passed by.

"Section Chief Zhuge, you're here. Yesterday's 'Earth River Chariot' technique truly opened my eyes." Lu Jin laughed heartily and greeted Zhuge Qi. This upright and incorruptible elder greatly admired Zhuge Qi's actions yesterday in severely punishing Wang Bing and protecting the interests of the rogue cultivators.

"Senior Lu, you flatter me. I was just following the rules and doing some dirty and tiring work to maintain stability at the grassroots level. Our company has always been about persuading people with reason." Zhuge Qi smiled modestly, his gentle, courteous and modest demeanor making it impossible to associate him with the ruthless man who had used his power to crush Wang Bing yesterday.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhuge Qi sat down next to the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei.

The old Taoist master was still wearing his faded old Taoist robe, his eyes half-closed, seemingly indifferent to the surrounding noise. But his eyes, which occasionally flashed with a sharp light, remained fixed on the arena below.

"Section Chief Zhuge, the wind on this mountain seems to be getting stronger." The old master suddenly said out of the blue, his tone revealing a hint of seriousness.

Zhuge Qi unscrewed his thermos, took a sip, gazed intently at the azure sky, and smiled as he replied, "The old master is right. The weather is always unpredictable in this late summer and early autumn season. But rest assured, our company's weather forecasting work is always very accurate. Whether it's windy or rainy tonight, as long as we're here, the sky over Longhu Mountain won't fall down."

The old celestial master turned his head and gave Zhuge Qi a deep look. Although neither of them said it aloud, they both understood the unspoken meaning in each other's eyes.

The Old Master knew that the company had already detected the undercurrents within Quanxing, and Zhuge Qi was backing him up—the company was taking over this chaotic situation.

"With the section chief's words, this old man can finally relax a bit." The old Celestial Master withdrew his gaze, gently waved his whisk, and announced loudly, "The time has come. The final round of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony officially begins!"

With a long, drawn-out chime, the entire hall fell silent instantly.

At either end of the contestant's passage, two figures stepped out simultaneously and onto the blue stone arena, which had witnessed countless battles and was covered with marks from swords and axes.

On the left is Master Lingyu of the Celestial Master's Mansion. He wears a snow-white Taoist robe, his silver hair flows like a waterfall, and a dot of cinnabar is placed between his eyebrows. His temperament is otherworldly, like a banished immortal descending to earth.

However, upon closer inspection, one would find that deep within his eyes, which should have been clear as water, lay an unyielding gloom and struggle.

On the right is Zhang Chulan, a temporary employee of Na Du Tong Company. He's still wearing that cheap white T-shirt and sweatpants, hands in his pockets, a far cry from his usual carefree attitude. His face, which used to always have a smirk, is now like an unyielding block of ice, and in his clear black and white eyes, there leaps an ambition and fighting spirit that has been dormant for ten years and is finally about to ignite.

"Zhang Chulan." Zhang Lingyu looked at the young man before her, took a deep breath, and her voice trembled with suppressed emotion. "Your master sent you back to the mountain so that you could acknowledge your ancestors and return to your clan. But you shouldn't have dared to dream of the position of Celestial Master. You are not qualified."

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Zhang Chulan's lips. He slowly withdrew his hands, cracked his wrists, and his bones made a series of crisp "crackling" sounds.

"Whether I'm qualified or not isn't up to you to decide, Junior Uncle." Zhang Chulan looked directly into Zhang Lingyu's eyes and said, word by word, "Ten years ago, when my grandfather died, not a single person from the Celestial Master's Mansion stood up for me. Ten years later, I'm standing here with a mess to clean up, not to listen to your grand principles."

"I'll take the truth I want myself!"

The moment the words fell, a thunderous roar erupted from Zhang Chulan's body.

"BOOM!!!"

A raging torrent of golden lightning erupted from Zhang Chulan's pores like a burst dam. The intensely powerful and yang-like Crimson Palace Lightning instantly enveloped him, and under the blazing sun, he seemed to transform into a thunder god wielding divine punishment.

The raging pure Yang Qi swept across the entire arena, and even the bluestone slabs at the edge of the arena were scorched by this terrifying heat, cracking inch by inch.

"Yang Wu Lei! It really is the authentic Yang Wu Lei from the Celestial Master's Mansion!" The extraordinary people on the platform exclaimed in surprise.

As Zhang Lingyu felt the pure yang energy rushing towards him, which seemed to burn away all the filth, his pupils suddenly contracted and his face turned deathly pale.

Within the Celestial Master's Mansion, only core disciples who have preserved their pure Yang body are qualified to cultivate the Yang Five Thunders (Crimson Palace Thunder) of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method.

Because he lost his virginity to Xia He of Quanxing when he was traveling down the mountain, his true qi became turbid, and he could only cultivate the Yin Five Thunder (Water Dirty Thunder) in this lifetime.

This was a humiliation and a knot in Zhang Lingyu's heart that he could never get over in his entire life.

Just a few days ago, Zhuge Qi, at the North China branch, used a pile of Xia He's criminal files to cruelly tear away the fig leaf he was trying to cover up.

"Your pride in your purity is nothing but a blind eye to her crimes." Zhuge Qi's cold words echoed in Zhang Lingyu's mind like a nightmare.

"I... am not worthy of possessing this pure lightning magic..." Zhang Lingyu's body trembled slightly. Looking at the dazzling golden lightning on Zhang Chulan's body, the emotions of jealousy, inferiority and anger in his heart finally erupted like a volcano!

"Zhang Chulan!!"

Zhang Lingyu roared, his original ethereal and otherworldly demeanor vanishing completely. He pressed his hands down sharply, and a stream of jet-black, viscous, petroleum-like water, carrying an extremely cold and corrosive aura, surged wildly from his body, instantly submerging half of the arena beneath his feet!

"Water-Soaked Thunder - Northern Azure Pool!"

The black lightning and the golden lightning collided violently in the center of the arena!

"boom--!!!"

Two opposing and terrifying forces, one yin and one yang, collided, unleashing a visible and violent shockwave. Amidst the flying sand and stones, the main arena seemed to be split in two. One half was a sacred and inviolable golden sea of ​​lightning, and the other half was a black swamp that devoured all life.

Zhang Chulan transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, directly plunging into the thick, black net of lightning. His fists were coated with a high-density palm lightning; each punch he threw blasted a huge hole in the black, shadowy lightning.

Zhang Lingyu, like a ghost lurking in the night, controlled the ubiquitous water-borne lightning, which clung to Zhang Chulan's limbs and bones like a malignant tumor.

The fight between the two was devoid of the flashy moves and probing of the preliminary rounds; it was a brutal, life-or-death struggle from the very beginning.

In the VIP section, Zhuge Qi held a thermos cup and watched the battle below, which was a visual feast. He was not nervous at all. Instead, he was giving a "live tutorial" to Ma Hong and Xiao Li behind him with great interest.

"You see, this is a classic example of how character determines destiny and mindset determines one's potential." Zhuge Qi pointed to Zhang Lingyu, who was being forced to retreat step by step on the stage by Zhang Chulan, and commented, "Zhang Lingyu is an employee whose professional skills are absolutely top-notch. However, he carries too much of a historical burden and too much mental baggage."

He always wanted to maintain his image as a "perfect manager" and refused to confront his past mistakes. In power struggles, this kind of timid and hesitant employee might put up a fight when things are going well, but once things go wrong, his defenses will crumble from within.

Zhuge Qi then turned his gaze to Zhang Chulan, who was covered in blood but whose eyes shone with an increasingly crazed brilliance: "Look at Zhang Chulan. He comes from a humble background and has suffered much oppression. To achieve his goals, he can act like a coward, he can be shameless, and he can trample all the rules under his feet. This kind of wolf-like, results-oriented 'entrepreneurial talent' is exactly the kind of leader the Celestial Master's Mansion needs right now."

Because only he could help the Celestial Master's Mansion hold onto its last shred of territory in this dog-eat-dog world of supernatural beings after the Old Celestial Master fell.

Ma Hong and Xiao Li listened attentively, nodding repeatedly. Xiao Li even took out his notebook and wrote down the section chief's words, which were full of modern corporate management wisdom.

As time went on, the situation in the ring began to shift dramatically.

Although Zhang Lingyu's Yin Lightning was continuous, due to the unhealable rift in his Dao heart, he could never achieve perfect control over Yin Lightning.

In contrast, Zhang Chulan, after experiencing the life-and-death trials of the past few days and being severely reprimanded by Zhuge Qi, has completely unleashed his true nature, and his Yang Five Thunders have become increasingly powerful in battle.

In particular, the solid foundation he had secretly laid over the past decade finally revealed its terrifying depth at this moment.

"It's over, Junior Uncle."

Zhang Chulan's voice rang out amidst the sky filled with black and white lightning. He suddenly withdrew all his defenses, allowing the highly corrosive Yin lightning to cling to his body, while he frantically compressed all the remaining pure Yang Qi in his body into the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

A thin, dazzling golden lightning sword, yet containing world-destroying power, slowly took shape at his fingertips.

"Little white worm—go!"

With a roar from Zhang Chulan, the golden lightning sword pierced through the layers of Yin lightning defenses set up by Zhang Lingyu in an incredible trajectory, and stopped steadily at his throat in Zhang Lingyu's shocked and desperate gaze.

If Zhang Chulan had moved forward just half an inch, this esteemed disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion would have been instantly decapitated.

The entire room fell silent.

Only the tiny golden lightning bolt crackled at Zhang Lingyu's throat, illuminating his pale, dejected face.

"I... lost."

Zhang Lingyu closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks. It wasn't fear of death, but rather the relief of seeing his pride and pretense, which he had upheld for over twenty years, shatter completely in that moment.

As Zhang Lingyu conceded defeat, the entire stadium erupted in a thunderous cheer, like a tsunami!

Those viewers who had previously insulted Zhang Chulan for being shameless were now shouting his name at the top of their lungs.

In this world where only the strong are revered, Zhang Chulan used his absolutely overwhelming strength to slap everyone in the face and win everyone's respect.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei slowly stood up. He looked at the young man panting heavily on the stage, a complex emotion flashing in his deep eyes.

There was heartache, relief, and worry about the unpredictable storms of the future.

"The winner of the Luo Tian Grand Tournament finals is Zhang Chulan!"

The old Celestial Master's majestic voice echoed throughout every corner of Longhu Mountain.

"Ding! Detected that the host has successfully completed the perfect loop of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony plot through prior planning and psychological intervention. Zhang Chulan has ascended to the top honorably, and the power transfer process of the Celestial Master's Mansion has entered its final stage."

"The host's grand vision and ability to control the overall situation have had a profound impact on the course of history in the world of supernatural beings!"

"Congratulations, host! You have gained a huge amount of reputation points: +8000!"

Current reputation level: LV4 (40500/100000)

Hearing the unprecedentedly huge reward notification in his mind, Zhuge Qi finally revealed a genuine smile.

He slowly and deliberately tightened the lid of the thermos, stood up, and straightened the hem of his Zhongshan suit.

In the distance, on the western horizon, the setting sun had already dyed half the sky crimson like blood. A cool autumn breeze blew from the back of Longhu Mountain, causing the flags on the stands to flutter in the wind.

To most people, this was the perfect ending to a grand event.

But in the eyes of Zhuge Qi, a high-level player who stands on the chessboard of power and looks down on all living beings, this is the beginning of a more bloody and insane night.

"Section Chief, it's getting dark." Ma Hong walked up to Zhuge Qi and lowered his voice, like a tiger about to be released from its cage.

Zhuge Qi placed his hands behind his back, gazing at the vast mountain range that was beginning to be swallowed by the night. In the depths of his usually gentle eyes, it seemed as if a blue-green lotus of fire had been ignited, capable of burning away all the sins of the world.

"Yes, it's getting dark, and the demons and monsters should be out hunting for food."

Zhuge Qi turned his head and looked at his subordinates behind him. The smile on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by the absolute authority of the powerful representative of the All-Tongue headquarters:

"Pass on my orders. All field personnel of the Extraordinary Personnel Affairs Section and the North China and East China branches, immediately enter Level 1 combat readiness."

"Tonight, we're going to hold a grand banquet on this Dragon Tiger Mountain. I'll show these mad dogs of the Quanxing Sect what it means to lure someone into a trap, and what it means to trap a dog behind closed doors!"