Cultivation MLM: I Made the Immortal Emperors My Downlines-Chapter 110 : The First Blood Amidst the Revelry

Chapter 110: The First Blood Amidst the Revelry
Qingyun Sect had never been this lively.
The manic wave of “all members establishing foundation” swept through like a storm that renovated the ancient sect from the inside out.
Night fell, yet the Main Peak plaza was lit as bright as day. An unprecedented victory banquet was being held there.
The spirit-beast meat—cooked using energy personally supplied by the ‘No. 1 Spirit Source Core,’ the Lieyang Zhenren–brand power bank—gave off an enticing aroma as it was carried to the tables in a steady stream.
Each chunk of meat contained concentrated fire-attributed spiritual power, making those disciples who had just broken through and whose roots were still shallow eat until their faces glowed red, exclaiming in delight.
“Down this cup of spirit wine! May our Group last for ten thousand autumns and unite the Immortal Realm!”
“To the President! If not for the President, I, Zhang San, would be a useless Qi Refining Third Level forever. Who would have thought I could one day establish foundation and ride a sword in flight!”
“Hahaha, that’s nothing! When I broke through, the ‘battle intent’ blast hit like crazy! I thought to myself then, whoever dares stop my foundation, I’ll first twist off his heavenly crown!”
The noise, fervor, and the mingled scent of alcohol and spiritual power fermented above the plaza.
Zhang Daniu, Wang Teng, and the others — the core executives who had broken through first — were surrounded by a crowd of disciples, their faces flushed as they boasted about how they had relied on “wolfish spirit” to conquer heart demons and coalesce their Dao foundations.
Every word they said drew admiring looks and rounds of cheers from the disciples around them.
The entire plaza soaked in a great joy born from sharply increased strength and a promising future.
However, beneath this sea of revelry, a discordant undercurrent was quietly stirring.
In a corner of the feast, two disciples who had just been promoted from the outer sect to the foundation-establishing ranks were arguing until their faces flushed.
“Why does that Class-A training chamber belong to you? By seniority I joined the Association three days before you! By contribution points I completed two more tasks than you this month!”
A tall, thin disciple pointed at the other’s nose, full of indignation.
The slightly sturdier disciple sneered without yielding:
“Ridiculous! The President already said our Group didn’t look at seniority, only at strength and ‘wolfishness’! When I broke through, my ‘wolfish test’ rating was ‘Excellent’; you were only a ‘Good’! That training chamber naturally belonged to me!”
“Nonsense! That was because I was momentarily careless! If you’ve got the guts, let’s compare again!”
“Compare if you dare! Who’s scared of whom!”
The quarrel, under the catalysis of alcohol and their newly surged cultivation, quickly escalated.
“Bang!”
The tall and thin disciple suddenly slammed the table, and a surge of spiritual power belonging to the early Foundation Establishment stage exploded out, shattering all the bowls and dishes upon it.
“Zhou Bapi, don’t you dare act shamelessly when I’m giving you face!”
“Ma Shouzi, I think you’re the one courting death!”
A vicious glint flashed in the burly disciple’s eyes. Without hesitation, he formed a hand seal, and a blazing fireball—radiating scorching heat—blasted straight toward the other’s face!
He truly intended to kill!
The tall and thin disciple had not expected his opponent to attack so suddenly. Shocked and furious, he hastily summoned a spiritual shield.
“Boom!”
The fireball exploded against the shield.
The violent shockwave overturned several nearby banquet tables, sending cups and plates crashing to the ground and wine splashing everywhere.
The tall disciple was blasted backward, his shield shattering on impact.
One of his arms was scorched black by the flames, producing a sizzling sound like roasting meat, as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
This sudden turn of events was like a basin of cold water, instantly dousing the flames of revelry.
The surrounding noise came to an abrupt halt. Everyone stared in shock at the bloody scene before them.
“Stop!”
Several Inner Sect disciples responsible for maintaining order rushed forward, restraining the burly disciple who still struggled to attack again.
“Are you all insane? How dare you attack your fellow disciples at a celebration banquet!”
The burly disciple remained defiant, his eyes bloodshot as he roared:
“He provoked me first! If his skills were inferior, he deserved to die! That’s what we call ‘wolf nature’!”
The words “wolf nature” were like a needle, fiercely pricking the ears of many present.
The disturbance was soon forcibly suppressed.
The injured disciple was carried away for treatment, while the attacker was confined as punishment.
Although, under the deliberate guidance of Wu Hao and others, the banquet’s lively atmosphere soon returned, the still-wet bloodstains on the floor remained like an ugly scar—reminding everyone that something had already changed.
Atop the high platform, Murong Xue held a wine cup, her fair and elegant face veiled in frost.
She looked down at the disciples still drinking and laughing below, though beneath their laughter now flickered hints of wariness and distrust.
The unease in her heart grew ever stronger.
When the banquet dispersed, night had deepened.
Chu Feng stood alone at the peak of the Main Peak, overlooking the sea of lights below the mountain.
The massive “fortune feedback” brought by the group Foundation Establishment made the spiritual power in his body surge like a great river, his cultivation having already stabilized at the peak of the mid Foundation Establishment stage—just one step away from the late stage.
This rocket-like cultivation speed utterly fascinated him.
A faint, cool fragrance drifted from behind him.
“So this is the ‘wolf nature’ you wanted?”
Murong Xue’s voice carried a suppressed fury and disappointment.
“For the sake of a cultivation chamber, they would strike down a former classmate without hesitation. They are no longer fellow disciples—they’ve become beasts who would rip apart their companions for the slightest gain!”
She walked up beside Chu Feng, her beautiful eyes locked onto him.
“You’ve turned them into monsters! This Group, this Sect—because of you, it’s become a barrel of gunpowder. The tiniest spark, and it will explode to pieces!”
Chu Feng did not turn around.
He simply gazed faintly into the night sky, the corners of his lips curving into a faintly amused smile.
He turned his head then, meeting Murong Xue’s cold and furious gaze—not with the slightest worry, but with a smile that made her heart tremble.
“Gunpowder barrel? Good.”
His voice, clear and steady in the cool night wind, sounded both calm and mad.
“I’ve been wondering where to find a fuse—to ignite… a far grander firework show.”