The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1023: Breaking Old Ideas

Chapter 1023: Chapter 1023: Breaking Old Ideas

Sect affairs never interested Long Fei, he always left them to the Elders Council.

But as the leader of a sect, he still had to patiently listen to the development changes of the Yin Yang Sect.

After Old Man Mu reported the data, Long Fei stood up from the luxurious golden-colored glazed barrier and the rosewood chairs of the main hall, and said to everyone, "Everyone here comes from the outside world, but I’m feeling more and more that you’ve been assimilated by the civilization of this world."

You look at me, I look at you, not knowing why Long Fei was talking about this?

Long Fei paused, waited for everyone to quiet down, then continued, "In the past, it has always been advanced civilizations assimilating barbaric ones. But here, I don’t see that. What I see is you being assimilated by power, devoured by desire, and corroded by ancient feudal thoughts. Now that the general situation is set, I think it’s time for us to launch a rectification movement."

Chu Feng almost couldn’t help laughing, and, in a pretentious manner, clasped his fists and said, "Sect Hierarch, may I ask what you wish to rectify?"

Long Fei pointed at him and replied in a tit-for-tat manner, "Good question. What we need to rectify isn’t the winds of east, south, west, or north; it’s the feudal air in our thoughts. If this trend cannot be stopped, our Yin Yang Sect will be completely assimilated by this world and become part of it, thus losing our ambition to excel. We need to shatter the thoughts of this world and bring in the advanced ideas from the outside world."

Old Man Mu spoke with a headache, "Hierarch, you’re speaking too generally. Can you give everyone something more specific?"

"Yes, Hierarch, our thoughts are backward; we cannot grasp your vision!" said Daoist Huoyuan and Yu Fangming, equally baffled and clueless about what Long Fei was talking about.

Long Fei indifferently said, "Alright, then let me be more specific. Let’s start with this grand hall where we hold meetings. Look at us: I sit up here, and you all stand down there, does it not resemble an Imperial Court of a feudal society? We’ve lived in equality and freedom in the outside world for so many years, so why are we playing around with these things again? What are you trying to do, turn me into a feudal emperor?"

The elders and sect leaders felt ashamed, realizing that this was what Long Fei was talking about.

Old Man Mu cautiously said, "But the sects of this world, as well as our world’s sects, have always been this way since ancient times, right?"

Long Fei pointed at him and said, "Exactly, you’re right. That’s why I want everyone to launch a rectification movement and deeply criticize the feudal thoughts in our own heads. Don’t worry about how other sects are; from now on, our Yin Yang Sect will represent the advanced culture of the Cultivation World. Only then can our Yin Yang Sect lead the Cultivation World rather than being assimilated by it. After the meeting finishes, smash this Hierarch’s seat. In this grand hall, I want you to create the style of a modern conference room. If you don’t understand, you can refer to the designs of the Western devils’ House of Representatives or Senate. Equality for all, starting with our Yin Yang Sect."

"Understood!" echoed the group of sect leaders with smiles, finding the proposal quite interesting and worth trying.

After all, they had grown up with modern civilization and had been following ancient rituals since they got here; they had long been impatient with it.

Old Man Mu shook his head, struggling to accept this.

But as Long Fei had ordered, he still clasped his fists in assent.

Long Fei thought for a moment, then instructed, "Right, and change the signboard for our Yin Yang Sect too. The name of an antique era feels really irritating. From now on, let’s call ourselves Songshan Corporation, how does that sound?"

Old Man Mu was almost in tears as he cried out with a clasped fist, "Hierarch, that won’t do! We are the Yin Yang Sect, if we call ourselves Songshan Corporation, wouldn’t that turn us into the Songshan Sect?"

Long Fei scratched his head and said, "Oh right, how did I not think of that? Then let’s call it Yin Yang Incorporated Company."

Old Man Mu frowned, finding the name awkward no matter how he heard it.

He wanted to advise further, but Long Fei waved his hand in a show of fatigue and stretched lazily, "Alright, let’s end today’s meeting here."

He turned to Hua Qianmo and instructed, "Qianmo, work with the elders to give me a detailed plan. Also, build the network base station for me as soon as possible. Look at this efficiency, we can’t even go online with our phones, when will we realize the Four Modernizations?"

Hua Qianmo, with a darkened face, clasped his fists in response.

Damn it, the thoughts of this Hierarch were truly unpredictable; he was nothing less than an oddball in the Cultivation World!

However, Lin Shanshan felt a surge of excitement, feeling that Long Fei had spoken what was on her mind.

She had long wanted to do the same but had lacked the power to do so.

After the meeting, Long Fei called Chu Feng, Liuu Jiangnan, Lin Shanshan, Murong Chong, and Ji Wanyu to sit down in a garden used for rest outside.

Now that the disciples had arrived, those who were dedicated to serving in the sect immediately brought tea over.

Long Fei took a sip of tea and asked Ji Wanyu, "How come you’re here?"

Ji Wanyu complained, "You still have the nerve to ask. Weren’t you supposed to follow me to Chang’an to explore the market, but instead you became the Mountain King here and even eliminated the Songshan Sect?"

Long Fei chuckled, "Is that not to your liking? Songshan Sect’s influence was leaning towards the Third Prince, and now it’s become your solid support. I haven’t even asked you for a reward, and yet you complain about me?"

"Stop with the nonsense," retorted Ji Wanyu as she rolled her eyes at him, overwhelmed by her thoughts, "On my return, I realized how hard it was for Father. Even as the Crown Prince, he’s like sitting atop a volcano, not at all secure. There are undercurrents in the Imperial Court, with tangled factions. When I told him about Prince Yu’s actions, Father merely sighed. I’m afraid if the Imperial Grandfather stops caring, the two factions could break out into conflict at any moment."

Long Fei sipped his tea, listening to Ji Wanyu’s plight, then joked, "I was wondering why you had such a long face, turns out you’ve got no place to vent your frustrations!"

"Can’t you say something nice for once?"

Ji Wanyu pouted, really done with this guy.

A Sect Hierarch without a shred of seriousness.

Liuu Jiangnan chuckled and said, "Master, the princess here is concerned for the country and the people; you should be encouraging her."

Long Fei nodded, "Yes, you’re right. The revolution is not yet a success, comrades still need to strive. Comrade Wanyu, though the road may be tortuous, the future is still bright!"

Chu Feng and Lin Shanshan couldn’t hold back any longer, and laughed out loud.

"You’re too much!" Ji Wanyu’s face turned red, on the brink of tears.

Full of high hopes, she had returned to get her father to deal with Prince Yu, only to face such setbacks.

She had come looking for comfort, but they were all so nonchalant, as if watching a joke.