Chapter 56 : Orientation Training, the Demonic Slogans!
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Chapter 56: Orientation Training, the Demonic Slogans!
When Zhao Wuji signed the final stroke on the contract, his entire being went blank for a moment — as if a wisp of his soul had been pulled away.
Heishan Sect.
The place he had poured his entire life into — on paper, it no longer existed.
He was now the Regional Director of the Ascension Logistics Group, Heishan Mining Area Resource Extraction and Transportation Department.
Chu Feng put away the thin sheet of paper with satisfaction. His smile remained the same — warm and gentle, yet inexplicably irritating.
“Director Zhao, congratUrations on making a wise decision.”
“From today onward, we’re family.”
Family?
A cold sneer flickered across Zhao Wuji’s heart.
What family? More like he’d just walked into a bandits’ den and started calling the bandit chief his father.
“Come on, Director Zhao.”
Chu Feng stood up lazily and made a “please” gesture.
“I’ll take you to meet your new team. And while we’re at it, you can attend the orientation training our Group has prepared for new family members.”
Training?
Zhao Wuji’s heart skipped a beat. An ominous premonition crept up from deep within his gut.
What kind of trick was this man surnamed Chu brewing again?
Still dazed, he followed behind Chu Feng, leaving the courtyard where he had just signed away his soul, and walked into a wide Martial Arena.
On the arena grounds stood a dense crowd — hundreds of people.
They were all disciples and guardians of Heishan Sect, those who had nowhere else to go and had ultimately accepted “reorganization.”
However, the sight before him nearly made Zhao Wuji’s eyes pop out.
Everyone had changed into dull gray uniforms, with a large, upward-pointing arrow printed on their backs.
On each of their faces hung an expression that was… how should one say it — both confused and fanatically excited, disturbingly so.
At the very front stood a burly man like an iron tower, shouting with saliva flying everywhere.
“Family members! Are you still regretting yesterday? Still lost in your past? Forget it!”
That thunderous voice belonged to none other than the Ascension Group’s Security Captain — Zhang Daniu!
“The Heishan Sect of the past — was it good? No! It exploited you, deducted your pay, and gave you no future! But now, you have joined a new family! A warm, bright, and great collective!”
“Here, there is no Sect Master, only our President! No oppression, only motivation! No exploitation, only mutual success! Our great President Chu has given us rebirth! Given us hope! Given us a visible, tangible future!”
Zhang Daniu’s words were fervent and stirring. The former Heishan Sect disciples’ confusion was quickly fading, replaced by a burning zeal.
“Now! Everyone, follow me and shout our corporate culture! Our slogan is—!”
Zhang Daniu took a deep breath, infused his voice with spiritual power, and roared:
“Today you give your life for the Group! Tomorrow the Group will extend your life for you!”
“Ura——!”
Hundreds roared in unison.
“As long as your mindset doesn’t collapse, there will always be more solutions than difficulties!”
“Ura——!”
“We work today for tomorrow’s better work-life balance with the Group!”
“Ura——!”
Hundreds of voices shouted in unison, echoing to the heavens.
The fervent energy shook Zhao Wuji to his core. His knees nearly gave out.
What… what kind of demonic nonsense were these tiger-wolf slogans?!
He looked at his once proud and rebellious subordinates, now shouting these ridiculous slogans with red faces like they had been fed brainwashing soup. His mind buzzed and the world spun around him.
“Director Zhao, how do you feel?”
Chu Feng’s voice drifted beside his ear.
“Isn’t our Group’s corporate culture… inspiring?”
Zhao Wuji’s facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. Not a single word came out.
He finally understood. Chu Feng didn’t just want his industry — he wanted to break his people and rebuild them from scratch!
This wasn’t merely killing the body to destroy the heart —
This was desecrating his ancestral tomb, then summoning his ancestors’ souls just to make them dance the loyalty dance!
“Daniu, stop for a moment.”
Chu Feng lifted a hand.
Zhang Daniu immediately shut his mouth, turned around, and performed a standard clasp-fist salute.
“Greetings, President!”
“This man,” Chu Feng announced, “is your new direct superior — Regional Director of the Heishan Mining Area Resource Extraction and Transportation Department — Director Zhao Wuji.”
“Everyone, let’s welcome our new family member in the most enthusiastic way of the Ascension Group!”
Zhang Daniu’s eyes gleamed. He turned toward Zhao Wuji.
“All units! Extend our most sincere greetings to Director Zhao!”
The next instant, hundreds of “new employees” turned in unison, bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle toward the ashen-faced Zhao Wuji, and with all their might, shouted a phrase that made even their souls tremble:
“Welcome, new family member! Let’s create a great future together! Yay——!”
That final “Yay” was shouted in perfect unison — bright, piercing, like a venomous chant drilling straight into the brain.
Zhao Wuji froze stiff. A rush of blood surged to his head, and for a moment his vision went black.
He thought, this must be how he was going to die.
Not by an enemy’s sword — but from being socially killed by this cursed “corporate culture.”
From a distant pavilion, Murong Xue watched the entire scene unfold. Her small mouth was slightly open, and her clear eyes were filled with incomprehensible shock.
She had seen demonic cultivators use sinister arts to control hearts, and cultists use twisted doctrines to beguile followers.
But never — never had she seen anyone use such a bizarre, absurd, even laughable method to turn a group of unruly cultivators into this within such a short time.
What kind of sorcery was this?
She looked at the young man standing before the crowd, smiling warmly — the fog in her heart growing thicker by the second.
Chu Feng seemed to sense her gaze. He looked up toward the pavilion, gave her a meaningful smile, and gently waved.
Zhao Wuji felt like a puppet on strings, pushed by Chu Feng to stand at the very front beside the iron-tower Zhang Daniu.
He could feel hundreds of scorching gazes burning into his back.
Within those eyes, there was curiosity, scrutiny, schadenfreude — and even… a hint of pity.