Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family

Chapter 585: Chapter 455: Swallowing the Whale

Chen Zhixing doesn’t like it when others speak to him while lying down.

But this seemed to be the other’s way of survival.

Interestingly, when the other maintained this posture, Chen Zhixing felt that the other was genuinely safe.

Therefore.

"Is it this world that’s crazy, or am I crazy?"

"..."

"I’m not talking to you."

"..."

The Sword God lowered his head again, and this time it was even lower.

Chen Zhixing raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"Those in the Longevity Realm, after proving their paths, hardly bother with mortals. Probably for this reason. They’re seen as man-eating tigers; any slight gesture, regardless of laughter, anger, or sadness, can induce fear in others."

"..."

"Forget it, just do as you like, before anyone finds me here, I’ll pretend I don’t know."

"The great kindness of the senior, the divine sword will never forget."

The sound of bowing repeatedly resounded.

...

Playing the fool for a few days can bring the authority to command a whole state. In such situations, who would care what dignity means?

Chen Zhixing’s discomfort was probably because he hadn’t yet adjusted his mindset, or perhaps he understood the result of allowing the Divine Sword Elder to act this way, but he didn’t care.

A simple example, in his previous life, Chen Zhixing watched a series called "Raging Surge." In the series, someone selling fish just waved a cop’s badge, and soon became a crime boss... If no conflict arises later, would that cop care that the boss started his ’enterprise’ by borrowing his badge?

Even a small cop’s name could bring such influence, so what about Chen Zhixing, such a great figure.

Chen Zhixing’s indifference went unknown to the Sword God Elder.

He only knew that after getting Chen Zhixing’s promise, his heart that had been silent for hundreds of years started beating vigorously again.

"The gods are afar off..."

After softly muttering this, the Sword God Elder straightened his previously hunched back and walked towards the front courtyard.

Today he still needs to discuss the merger with those sect leaders, and come up with a striking new name for the newly formed sect; hmm, let’s call it the Iron Sword Sect!

After Elder Tiejian left.

In Chen Zhixing’s small courtyard, Shi Hao walked out with his head down from behind the screen.

"Master." Shi Hao called out and displayed a conflicted face as if he wanted to speak but hesitated.

Seeing this made Chen Zhixing anxious for him.

Rolling his eyes, Chen Zhixing replied with irritation: "Say what you want to say."

"Hehe." Shi Hao scratched his head, "Master, when I saw that old man’s departing figure, it looked just like a dog."

"Does it?" Chen Zhixing glanced at him.

"It really does. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would never have thought this senior would have such a side." Shi Hao passionately described and recounted his recent exchanges with the Divine Sword Elder, concluding, "This senior’s understanding of the Sword Dao is truly extraordinary. I couldn’t fathom how he becomes spineless facing Master..."

"Spineless?"

Upon hearing this word, a trace of nostalgia flashed in Chen Zhixing’s eyes.

How many years had it been since this word appeared near him?

It seems ever since he crossed over, it hadn’t come by.

He thought this world never had such a term, never expected it indeed existed.

For a moment, Chen Zhixing felt slightly down; he originally wanted to explain how ’spine is worthless in front of interest,’ but swallowed those words back.

Trying to take something in his hand, he found only emptiness in the sleeve.

After pausing for a few seconds, Chen Zhixing solemnly said:

"Shi Hao, courage is quite important, remember your words today, don’t let yourself become like him someday."

"Hehe, Master, I never will!"

"Mm..." Chen Zhixing lightly chuckled.

Don’t find yourself in the future, becoming what you once despised...

.....

Facts prove that merging a bunch of small forces into a massive conglomerate is not a difficult task.

As long as those in charge have the power and a firm heart, all of this is not a challenge for them.

That’s how the Divine Sword Elder merged these chaotic forces.

A small sect with True Self Realm martial artists from four different families, seven solitary cultivators in the True Self Realm, plus a bunch of miscellaneous entities that seem like crime families cultivating, totaling barely about three thousand people.

Along with the cultivators of the Iron Sword Sect itself, the Divine Sword Elder now commands fifteen True Self Realm cultivators, and over a hundred Divine Travel Realm ones...

Hmm, basically on par with a third-rate sect in Jiangzhou.

Shi Hao didn’t understand the significance of this consolidation, just knew that as the Divine Sword Elder did all this, it seemed he was constantly in a state of excitement, so excited that Shi Hao found it baffling.

When the Divine Sword Elder took a break, Shi Hao went over to ask.

"Senior, what’s the point of doing this? Even if these low-level cultivators are organized, they won’t form any significant combat strength, right? If you truly want to expand the sect, isn’t it safer to nurture disciples from a young age?"

"You don’t understand." The old face of the Divine Sword Elder beamed brightly.

"What don’t I understand?" Shi Hao frowned.

"I gather them to give them a way to survive."

"???"

"Alas." The Divine Sword Elder grabbed Shi Hao’s hand and gently stroked it, "For someone of your status from a prominent family, these matters are naturally beyond your need to understand, because what I gain from doing these things, you were born with. But if you want to know, I can talk to you about it, thinking your master wouldn’t mind."