Appointment? Even the Primordial Heavenly Venerate Would Have to Queue!

"Elder Brother Guangchengzi."

Chen Changsheng's slightly weak voice drifted softly before the mountain gate of Golden Ao Island.

"I wonder, Elder Brother, do you have an appointment?"

"Appointment?"

These two words struck like twin thunderbolts from another world, slamming hard into the minds of Guangchengzi and the eleven Golden Immortals behind him.

For an instant, the expressions on their faces went blank.

It was a pure, soul-deep bewilderment.

What was an appointment?

In the Primordial World, when had such a term ever existed?

When a powerful figure arrived, the weak either knelt in welcome or died! When a disciple of a Sage descended, if the mountain gate did not open, it was a path to doom!

That was the rule! The unshakable truth beneath the Heavenly Dao for billions of years!

But now, this pale-faced Jie Sect disciple, who looked like he might breathe his last at any moment, was asking them if they had... an appointment?

"You... what did you say?"

Chi Jingzi, the most hot-tempered of them, was the first to snap back to reality. He almost thought he had misheard and reflexively asked again.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng's apologetic expression deepened.

With the tolerant look one might give a country relative, he patiently explained.

"Elder Brother Chi Jingzi, an appointment is an important measure our sect's Calamity Aversion Department has introduced to optimize the visitor experience and rationally allocate reception resources."

As he spoke, he took another jade slip from a nearby disciple. The slip shimmered with flowing light, clearly a high-grade artifact.

Chen Changsheng infused a trace of his dharma power, and a light screen projected into the air.

On the screen was a schedule packed full of entries.

"Elder Brother, please look."

Chen Changsheng pointed at the light screen, his tone as gentle as if he were introducing the scenery of his own cave dwelling.

"Our sect is now extremely busy, with fellow cultivators from all directions visiting daily. To avoid time conflicts and ensure every honored guest receives the highest standard of reception service, we have implemented this 'Visitor Appointment System.'"

"Simply confirm the time, number of guests, and agenda with our sect's 'Department of External Relations Risk Assessment' in advance via a Communication Jade Talisman, and a unique 'Reception Serial Number' will be generated."

"At the appointed time, Elder Brothers need only present the number to enter and enjoy our sect's full range of VIP services, including but not limited to: a recuperative experience in the Ten Ultimate Hot Spring Array, Enlightenment Tea personally brewed by Senior Sister Three Xiāo, and a 'One-on-One Risk Avoidance Consultation' hosted by our sect's Dao Protector."

With every word Chen Changsheng spoke, the faces of the Chan Sect immortals darkened further.

Listening to terms like "optimize experience," "allocate resources," "serial number," and "one-on-one consultation"—words they had never heard before—they felt their very Primordial Spirits ache.

What kind of nonsense was all this?!

Was this Jie Sect a Sage's sacred ground or a mortal marketplace?!

A Jie Sect disciple behind him muttered quietly to a fellow.

"The Dao Protector's methods are truly unfathomable! I had no idea our sect's business had grown so busy!"

Another disciple gazed with full admiration.

"What do you know? This is called 'preparing for a rainy day'! Didn't you see the faces of those Chan Sect people? They're clearly stunned by our Jie Sect's advanced management model!"

Though these whispers were soft, they reached the ears of the Twelve Golden Immortals with perfect clarity, making them feel like monkeys on display.

Guangchengzi stared hard at Chen Changsheng, trying to find even a hint of mockery on that sincere face.

But he failed again.

Chen Changsheng's eyes were so open, so... professional.

It was as if he wasn't humiliating a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, but diligently introducing product features to a confused customer.

"Enough small talk."

Chen Changsheng dismissed the light screen and smiled faintly at Guangchengzi.

"I wonder, Elder Brother, are you making this visit in a personal capacity or on behalf of Jade Void Palace? State your name or serial number, and I'll have the disciples check for you."

With that, he waved behind him.

Immediately, two disciples carried forward a massive abacus made from the shell of a ten-thousand-year-old mystic turtle.

Each bead on the abacus glowed with runic light, exuding an ancient and profound aura.

"This is our sect's newly developed 'Heavenly Secrets Appointment Verification System.' It connects to the Heavenly Dao network and updates in real time—no errors possible."

Chen Changsheng introduced it with evident pride.

Guangchengzi looked at the enormous turtle-shell abacus, then at Chen Changsheng's calm, untroubled face.

The fury in his chest had reached an unprecedented peak.

He couldn't take it anymore!

Not another moment!

"Enough!"

A sky-shaking roar erupted from Guangchengzi's throat.

Terrifying soundwaves, mixed with the supreme Pressure of a peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, transformed into a tangible shockwave that surged toward Chen Changsheng!

He had finally torn off all pretense!

He wanted to make these insolent Jie Sect disciples understand that before absolute power, any tricks were futile!

Yet, just as the soundwave was about to reach Chen Changsheng—

Daoist Duobao and Zhao Gongming stepped forward in unison, brilliant treasure light blazing from both of them. A Treasure Mirror and twenty-four divine pearls instantly formed an unbreakable barrier, completely blocking the soundwave.

But Chen Changsheng's reaction was even faster.

The moment the soundwave erupted, his figure swayed, his face instantly turning deathly pale, as if all strength had been drained from him. He collapsed limply backward, caught by the disciples behind him.

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of crimson blood sprayed from his lips, tracing a tragic arc through the air.

He clutched his chest, his breath faint, and looked at Guangchengzi with eyes full of disappointment and anguish.

"Elder Brother... you... how could you?"

His voice was so weak it seemed ready to break at any moment.

"I was merely... following procedure... and you... you would strike so heavily at me... a man riddled with illness?"

"Is this the majesty of the Chan Sect?"

This barrage of accusations struck Guangchengzi's heart like divine thunder from the nine heavens.

The towering rage that had just erupted in him was doused by more than half.

He looked at Chen Changsheng's "pitiful" state, at the surrounding Jie Sect disciples' eyes shifting from shock to anger, then to contempt.

Guangchengzi's mind buzzed, going blank.

I... when did I ever strike him?

I only roared!

I didn't even touch a single hair on his head!

How did he start spitting blood?!

Fraud!

This was blatant fraud!

But he couldn't defend himself!

Because to outsiders, it looked exactly like Guangchengzi, with the might of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, had brutally attacked a "sick man" with a weak aura and gravely wounded him!

If this got out, how could he, the leading disciple of the Chan Sect, keep any face?

"Guangchengzi!"

Daoist Duobao was now furious as well, pointing at Guangchengzi's nose and shouting harshly.

"You go too far! You have wounded our sect's Dao Protector! From this day on, the Jie Sect and your Chan Sect will never rest until one is destroyed!"

Zhao Gongming directly raised the twenty-four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls above his head, killing intent soaring to the heavens.

"Fight!"

On Golden Ao Island, tens of thousands of disciples roared in unison. A torrent of powerful auras shot into the sky, and the Island Protection Array activated at full force!

In that moment, the situation had completely reversed.

The Chan Sect's supreme righteousness of "enforcing Heaven's will" had vanished without a trace after Chen Changsheng's mouthful of blood.

They had become the bullying, oppressive guests!

Guangchengzi's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Not from fear, but from an unprecedented sense of suffocation and fury.

He felt as if he had fallen into an invisible net—no matter how he struggled, he only sank deeper.

Just as the tension reached its peak and battle was about to erupt—

That "dying" Chen Changsheng, supported by his disciples, staggered back to his feet.

He raised a hand, stopping the enraged Duobao and Zhao Gongming.

"Enough... enough..."

He said weakly.

"Elder Brother Guangchengzi... it must have been an unintentional mistake."

He looked at Guangchengzi's ashen face and forced a "magnanimous" smile.

"Since Elder Brother has no appointment and is so eager to 'guide our work,' our sect cannot be discourteous."

Chen Changsheng paused, took a deep breath as if using the last of his strength, and pointed to the other side of the mountain gate.

"The VIP Passage is out of the question today."

"However, Senior Brother can head over to the 'Ordinary Visitor Passage' over there, take a number, and queue up."

The immortals of the Chan Sect instinctively followed the direction of his pointing finger.

There, in a corner of the plaza beside the mountain gate, a long passage cordoned off with red ropes had appeared at some unknown time.

At the end of the passage stood a sign bearing the words [Waiting Area].

And within that passage, the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals sent by the East Sea Dragon Clan were lined up in a crooked queue.

At the head, Turtle Prime Minister held a number plate high aloft.

On it was clearly written—[No. 108].

Chen Changsheng looked at Guangchengzi's already bloodless face and revealed a warm smile that nonetheless made the other feel as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.

"Senior Brother, please."

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