Chapter 79

In everyone’s eyes, the Council system truly weakens and supervises the Boss’s power, forcing Cang Luo to devote himself wholeheartedly to the gang’s development.

Otherwise, if Cang Luo’s decisions displeased the members, the Council could initiate accountability and vote to overturn his decisions.

Even, at next year’s election assembly, they could vote to remove Cang Luo and elect another capable person as Boss.

This system was something no one had ever heard of or seen before!

In the martial-dominated Yuanwu Continent, the strong are the rulers, and the rulers’ every word and action are absolute commands.

When did ants ever need to give their opinions?

When did ants ever get to decide the status of their rulers?

Rulers need not care at all about the thoughts of ants—everything rests solely on overwhelming martial power.

The reason disciples of Xuantian Sect formed gangs was because among them, some were strong and some were weak.

The strong needed subordinates.

The weak needed to cling to the strong.

This was true in every world, even on Earth.

It was an iron law that inevitably emerged during any civilization’s development.

Some civilizations were more harmonious, promoting a degree of equality among all.

But others, like the Yuanwu Continent still trapped in a slave society, had no concept whatsoever of “equality among all.”

Whoever had higher cultivation was the ruler, the boss; followers had to obey without question.

On a grand scale, the Xiang royal family of Chu State held the lives of over a billion people in their hands—beneath the Wu Wang, all who could not fly were mere ants.

When the Emperor raged,

a million corpses fell!

Rivers ran red with blood!

On a small scale, the gang formed by Xuantian Sect disciples had a Boss whose cultivation was the highest and strength the greatest.

The Boss’s orders had to be obeyed by all members.

Yet, Brother Cang, Boss Cang had established a Council that opposed the Boss’s authority?

The Boss’s decisions are now constrained at every turn by the Council...

With such a grand vision and noble purpose, a Boss willing to sacrifice himself—how could the Zhanlang Gang not grow strong?

Once everyone understood and clarified the benefits the Council system brought them, they all admired Cang Luo utterly, and at this moment, most genuinely wished for Cang Luo to remain their Boss.

On the high platform, Cang Luo stood with his hands behind his back, confident, observing the shifting expressions of the crowd, his heart bursting with joy.

Who’s more cunning—the buyer or the seller?

The Council system was proposed by this Boss—how could this Boss not have a backup plan?

With this Boss’s Earth-born rapid cultivation physique and the satellite’s aid, I’ll soon break through to Wu Jiang, even Wu Shi.

Can you match my cultivation speed?

Can you reach Warrior Seventh Layer in less than a month?

No, I forgot to tell you—during these past ten days of seclusion, I’ve already reached Warrior Eighth Layer.

Then, my single vote will exceed two-thirds—who dares, who can oppose my decisions?

In the end, strength is everything—the Council system is merely a fig leaf to give you hope, to stabilize those trying to sideline this Boss’s authority...

Among the crowd, Baili Wunann stared at Cang Luo in astonishment and exclaimed: “How did he conceive such a perfect system?”

“If what he says is true, the gang will inevitably grow strong—I originally only planned to join for fun, but now I’m actually looking forward to it.”

“Hmph!” Xiang Yunjiao boasted, “Isn’t Brother Luo amazing?!”

“Mm, amazing indeed,” Yin Mengruo chuckled softly, her almond eyes narrowing as she fixed her gaze on Cang Luo.

She joined the Zhanlang Gang with Yunjiao because on the day Kong Sheng Academy’s delegation visited Xuantian Sect, she noticed Cang Luo seemed close to the Sect Master’s daughter, Xuan Qingqing, and suspected he wasn’t an ordinary outer disciple—she wanted to probe his background.

Now, after hearing Cang Luo’s vision for the Council, Yin Mengruo was certain he was no ordinary person.

She believed only someone long immersed in court politics could have conceived such a system.

Could Cang Luo be from a prominent family in the capital? Here at Xuantian Sect for training? Or on some secret mission?

She recalled—Muru Ye, an elite disciple of Kong Sheng Academy, seemed to know Cang Luo. How could someone known by an elite of Kong Sheng Academy be ordinary?

Yin Mengruo murmured softly: “Cang Luo... who exactly are you?”

After a long while, the crowd finished their discussion and finally understood the Council system.

Zhao Renwu stepped forward, bowing: “Boss, your brilliance is unmatched—how could you conceive such a balanced strategy? We are utterly awed.

We also sense your unwavering determination to grow the gang—how fortunate we are to have Brother Cang as our Boss.”

After flattering Cang Luo, Zhao Renwu continued: “Boss, do you have candidates for the Council’s Chief and Deputy Chief?”

“Yes, Boss, any candidates?”

Wang Fuhai also asked—he didn’t care who the Council Chief was; his goal was to see if he could use Cang Luo to connect with the Sect Master’s daughter, Xuan Qingqing.

After Zhao Renwu and Wang Fuhai, the two Deputy Bosses, asked, the crowd grew tense, glancing at their fellow disciples and whispering about potential candidates for Council Chief and Deputy Chief.

Though the Council Chief appeared powerless in daily affairs, unable to command anyone, indistinguishable from ordinary members,

when he initiated accountability, even the Boss had to tread carefully.

Cang Luo scanned the crowd and declared firmly: “First, the Boss, Deputy Bosses, Left and Right Protectors, and the Four Hall Chiefs cannot hold Council Chief or Deputy Chief positions.

Second, the Council Chief must be impartial, possess considerable strength, and command widespread respect.”

He then looked toward Zang Feng, seated quietly in the corner: “Brother Zang Feng is always willing to help others, enjoys great respect among the disciples, and his strength ranks among the top.

Therefore, I appoint Zang Feng as Council Chief—what do you all think?”

Cang Luo’s choice of Zang Feng as Council Chief was thoroughly considered.

First, though Zang Feng is only sixteen, he is mature and his character is beyond reproach.

Second, he has a good relationship with me—he helped me when I first arrived.

Third, his strength is formidable—he can challenge opponents of higher levels.

Fourth—and most crucially—though the Zhanlang Gang is one unit, it is in fact divided into four factions: my own, Wang Fuhai’s, Zhao Renwu’s, and Zang Feng’s.

Since I and Wang Fuhai and Zhao Renwu already hold the positions of Boss and Deputy Bosses, the Council Chief must not come from any of these three factions.

Thus, for the gang’s balance, Zang Feng must be Council Chief—and Wang Fuhai and Zhao Renwu won’t oppose it.

This is an unspoken rule, the way of balance—each of the four factions holds one key position; what happens later depends on each side’s skill.

As Cang Luo predicted, disciples led by Wang Fuhai and Zhao Renwu all approved his appointment of Zang Feng as Council Chief; Liu Xuande, Li Zhan, and other Zang Feng supporters cheered wildly, shouting, “Boss is wise!”

Cang Luo nodded in satisfaction. Next came the appointments of Council Deputy Chief, Left and Right Protectors, and the Four Hall Chiefs—Qinglong, Baihu, Zhujue, Xuanwu.

The Council Deputy Chief oversees internal Council monitoring; the Left and Right Protectors enforce gang rules, administer punishments, and guard the gang’s base.

These three roles are especially critical, with the Council Deputy Chief being the most vital—this position directly influences vote counts in future elections and accountability votes.

Cang Luo wanted to place his own man as Council Deputy Chief—perhaps He Cheng—but doing so would invite accusations of nepotism; he didn’t want to tarnish his noble image, so he ruled out his own allies.

Choosing someone from Wang Fuhai or Zhao Renwu’s factions was impossible—he wouldn’t be foolish enough to entrust such a vital post to outsiders.

Nor could he choose someone from Zang Feng’s faction—the Deputy Chief must counterbalance the Chief; two close allies couldn’t hold both Council positions.

After long thought, Cang Luo had been considering this since arriving, but found no suitable candidate—until he saw Xiang Yunjiao and the other two.

Could Xiang Yunjiao serve as Council Deputy Chief?

She’s new, an outsider, unfamiliar with most members, yet subtly close to me—perfect.

But I need a reason the crowd will accept.

Cang Luo pondered, then continued: “Next is the Council Deputy Chief. This role oversees the Council members—its responsibility is grave; the appointee must be stern and impartial.

Regarding the candidate, I hope the Deputy Chief is someone none of us know well, someone we’ve had little contact with—only then can we avoid favoritism.”

He then looked at Xiang Yunjiao and the other two: “Among all present, after careful observation, these three sisters are the least familiar with the other disciples—I propose one of them be appointed Deputy Chief.”

As soon as Cang Luo finished, over fifty male disciples turned their eyes to Xiang Yunjiao and the other two, staring openly—this brazen gaze made the three women frown.

Baili Wunann, seeing the lecherous stares, immediately scowled in fury, stepping in front of Xiang Yunjiao and Yin Mengruo and snarling: “What are you looking at? I’ll gouge out your dog eyes!”

The outburst left the crowd embarrassed; they quickly averted their eyes and whispered among themselves, pretending nothing had happened.

At that moment, Zhao Renli gave a subtle signal to a disciple beside him, who immediately understood and spoke up: “Boss, the Council Deputy Chief is a harsh role, requiring endurance under pressure—these three sisters may not be up to the task.”

He glanced at Zhao Renli, then added: “Brother Zhao Renli’s cultivation is about to break into Warrior Sixth Layer—he’s more than capable. I propose him.”

As soon as he spoke, over twenty disciples from Zhao Renwu’s faction echoed in agreement—but were immediately opposed by Zang Feng’s and Wang Fuhai’s factions.

Cang Luo sneered—your two brothers have such big appetites?

One’s already Deputy Boss, and now the other wants Council Deputy Chief?

Planning to slowly replace Council members with your own? Then, at next year’s election, oust me as Boss and install yourself?

Hmph! Even if I agreed, would Wang Fuhai and Zang Feng agree?

Cang Luo smiled casually and asked: “What do Brother Wang and Brother Zang think?”

Wang Fuhai and Zang Feng exchanged glances and both smiled—they would never allow Zhao Renwu’s man to become Council Deputy Chief.

Wang Fuhai rose, his bulky frame, agile in battle, now lounging lazily.

He was about to rebuke Zhao Renli—when someone spoke faster, and with sharper words...