Cultivation MLM: I Made the Immortal Emperors My Downlines-Chapter 111 : “Wolf Nature” Backlash! The Group’s First Internal Chaos!

Chapter 111: “Wolf Nature” Backlash! The Group’s First Internal Chaos!
Murong Xue was choked by Chu Feng’s words and could not speak for a long while.
She looked at the man before her and, for the first time, felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
His way of thinking always seemed to exist in another dimension; one could never use normal logic to predict his next move.
What she wanted to see was a leader who knew his mistakes and corrected them.
What he saw, however, was an opportunity that could be exploited to ignite an even greater spectacle.
“You’re crazy!”
In the end, Murong Xue could only spit out those three words before turning around and storming off.
She felt that she had to do something to stop this madman from dragging everyone into the abyss of destruction.
Chu Feng watched her retreating figure. The smile on his face gradually faded, and his gaze became deep like the sea.
Fireworks were indeed dazzling.
But the fuse had to be firmly held in one’s own hand.
He had anticipated that “wolf nature culture” would bring about conflict; one could even say that conflict itself had been part of his plan.
Without competition, there was no vitality; without conflict, it was impossible to filter out truly useful “blades.”
But he had not expected that the first drop of blood would be spilled so quickly, and so ugly.
The brawling incident at the celebration banquet was like a stone thrown into a lake. The ripples it stirred spread rapidly over the following days, turning into towering waves.
The side effects of “wolf nature culture” erupted in full force at a speed far beyond anyone’s expectations!
The Heishan mining area—once a bustling mining site—was now permeated with the smell of gunpowder.
“Why is it that your three teams get to take the rich mining zone this month? Last month it was you as well! Do you think our West Team is just here to eat for nothing?”
“Cut the crap! This is an assessment target personally issued by Director Zhao! Whoever has enough ‘wolf nature,’ whoever has higher performance, gets to use the best resources! You’re dissatisfied? Then go talk to Director Zhao if you dare!”
“Talk my ass! Director Zhao’s head is full of his ‘Service心得’ right now—when would he have time for us! Brothers, if they won’t let us mine, we’ll snatch it ourselves! Move!”
“Think we’re afraid of you?”
Two production teams, over a hundred miners who had just broken through to Foundation Establishment, clashed directly in the mine tunnels over a few harsh words.
Spells roared, rocks flew everywhere, and the originally efficient production line collapsed instantly. Several newly excavated tunnels were directly blown down by the stray spells.
The pill workshop was no better.
In order to raise their pill success rate and score higher in the KPI assessment, some people actually sneaked into others’ pill chambers at night and mixed waste materials into their furnaces.
As a result, several alchemists blew up their furnaces the next day, not only wasting large quantities of precious medicinal ingredients, but also nearly causing a fire.
The Mission Hall became an even worse disaster zone.
In the past, when disciples received large-scale missions, they would often spontaneously form teams and cooperate with one another.
But now, in order to seize the portion of missions with the highest contribution points, everyone only thought about how to work solo and how to sabotage their companions.
A second-rank demon beast mission that required ten people working together to kill it ended up being contested by seven or eight teams at once. Not only did they fail to kill the demon beast, but due to mutual suspicion and even covert sabotage, casualties were severe, and the mission was declared a failure.
In just a few short days, the Ascension Group’s overall production efficiency and mission completion rate did not rise—instead, they plummeted!
Relationships among disciples also slid rapidly from initial “competition” into outright “hostility.”
Fellow-sect camaraderie became utterly worthless in the face of naked KPIs and contribution points.
Zhao Tianba, the newly joined Sect Master of Tianyang Sect, was now utterly overwhelmed.
He had been appointed by Chu Feng as the “Chief Service Officer.” He had thought it was a cushy position—chanting scriptures to the “power bank” every day and receiving massive benefits in return.
But he soon discovered that at some point, Chu Feng had also slapped another title onto him: “Commander-in-Chief of the Group Discipline Inspection Team.”
At this moment, he stood in front of a devastated mine tunnel, facing two groups of red-eyed miners, roaring himself hoarse.
“All of you, stop it right now! Have you forgotten the President’s teachings? Forgotten our corporate culture?”
“We are a loving family! Our goal is the sea of stars! Our slogan is—”
“Slogan my ass!”
A miner covered in blood pointed at Zhao Tianba’s nose and cursed loudly,
“Director Zhao, stop talking big while standing safely aside! We’re risking our lives here—how many contribution points do we even get in a month?”
“Why do their three teams get to monopolize the rich mining zone? You just shout slogans and don’t hand out spirit stones—do you take us brothers for fools?”
“That’s right! If you’ve got the guts, have the President take out the rich mining zone and split it evenly among everyone!”
“Yes! Split it evenly!”
Zhao Tianba was rendered speechless by the miners’ barrage, his old face flushing the color of pig liver.
For the first time, he realized that the set of “spiritual brainwashing techniques” he had learned from Chu Feng was so pale and powerless in the face of the most direct conflicts of interest.
The chaos continued to escalate.
Finally, on the fifth day, an even larger-scale conflict was completely ignited.
The cause was still cultivation resources.
The two disciples who had fought fiercely at the celebration banquet—Zhou Skinflint and Ma Shouzi—after being released from confinement, not only failed to restrain themselves, but instead each gathered their own factions, fully bringing the conflict into the open.
Zhou Skinflint rallied a group of disciples who had received low ratings in the “wolf nature test” and believed they had been treated unfairly. They formed the “Fairness Association,” demanding that the Group redistribute resources.
Ma Shouzi, on the other hand, united a batch of vested-interest beneficiaries and established the “Wolf Fang Alliance,” firmly supporting the existing “wolf nature” distribution system and mocking the other side as a bunch of trash fit only to eat leftovers.
The two major factions, each numbering several hundred, saw their conflict intensify by the day. Finally, on this morning, they openly agreed to battle at the Main Peak plaza!
Over a thousand disciples who had just stepped into the Foundation Establishment stage lined up on opposite sides of the plaza, each one summoning magical artifacts as spiritual energy surged, tension drawn to the breaking point.
The air was filled with a murderous and frenzied aura, as if a single spark could ignite a sect-wide civil war drenched in blood!
Everyone panicked.
Zhang Daniu led the security team to try to suppress the situation, only to be cursed back by both sides together.
Wu Hao tried to mediate, but before he could even say a few words, he was forced back by spells.
Murong Xue stood at a distance, watching this scene as her heart sank to the very bottom.
It was over.
The worst-case scenario she had anticipated had happened.
This was no longer petty infighting—this was the largest-scale and most dangerous internal chaos crisis since the Group’s establishment!
All gazes involuntarily turned toward the great hall atop the Main Peak.
The entire Group had now become a complete mess.
They wanted to see how the man who had single-handedly created all of this intended to bring it to an end!