Primordial World Performance Assessment! The Investiture of the Gods Became a Recruitment Form!

The instant the order was issued, the entire Calamity Aversion Department—a colossal machine created to confront tribulations—roared into motion with unprecedented efficiency.

Data Modeling and Risk Actuarial Center.

Bzzzt—!

As Chen Changsheng injected that one-time "Heavenly Dao-level Deduction Acceleration Permit" into the core array node, the entire hall began to hum.

Hundreds of enormous Water Mirrors blazed with light, and the Great Dao Runes flowing across them raced beyond the limits of even a Sage's deductions.

Holy Mother Jin Ling and Fairy Yunxiao stood side by side before the central Light Screen, their expressions graver than ever.

"Heavenly Evolution Array, overclocked operation commencing!"

Holy Mother Jin Ling's voice was cold and devoid of emotion.

"First batch of data injection! Targets: the Chan Sect Twelve Golden Immortals, Daoist Randeng, Immortal Weng of the South Pole! Calculation dimensions: origins, cultivation, magical treasures, Historical Karma, Personality Model!"

"Data stream stable!"

A disciple in charge of monitoring answered loudly, fine beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

"Second batch of data injection! Targets: Grand Master Xuandu of the Ren Sect and the core disciples of the Western Sect! Correlated variables: Senior Uncle-Master's 'non-action' Dao Charm impact coefficient, Western Sect 'conversion' success-rate model!"

Fairy Yunxiao's voice rang out. In her eyes, countless threads of karma seemed to weave and collide.

There was no more idle chatter within the entire center.

Only cold commands and crisp responses echoed through the hall of intersecting light and shadow.

A young disciple, too nervous to control himself, let his fingers tremble slightly. One rune he entered deviated by a hundredth of a thousandth.

"Position Geng-3, data verification failure! Roll back immediately!"

Holy Mother Jin Ling did not even turn her head, yet her voice was like ice from the Ninth Heaven, instantly draining the color from the disciple's face.

"Remember! Every character you deduce now may determine whether one of our Interception Sect brethren lives or dies in Purple Sky Palace three days from now!"

The disciple's body shook. His eyes instantly reddened, and his ten fingers danced across the Light Screen again, moving three times faster than before.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the newly established "Three Realms Strategic Cooperation and Public Relations Department" was equally tense.

Zhao Gongming, once the bold and high-spirited God of Wealth, now frowned deeply at a Jade Slip.

The Jade Slip was titled, <Press Release Draft on Urging Fellow Daoists of the Chan Sect to Face Historical Issues and Jointly Promote the Healthy, Stable Development of the Mystic Sect>.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother Wuwei's comments have arrived."

Fairy Bixiao hurried over, holding a Jade Slip.

Zhao Gongming took it and swept it with his divine sense. A neat line of small red characters had been written upon it.

"Wording is overly forceful and lacks humanistic concern. Revision suggestion: delete 'Do not say we failed to warn you beforehand,' and replace it with 'Our sect deeply regrets this matter and reserves the right to resolve the issue through the Process.'"

Zhao Gongming stared at that comment and fell into a long silence.

After a long while, he let out a deep breath, and a trace of realization flashed through his eyes.

So this so-called "right to speak" was not about whose fists were harder, but about who... could stand more firmly on the side of "reason."

He picked up his brush and began revising it word by word.

Daoist Duobao, responsible for overseeing the entire operation and producing the physical document for the final proposal, locked himself inside the storeroom.

He used neither immortal gold nor divine jade. Instead, he personally descended to the depths of the East Sea, retrieved ten-thousand-year warm jade and remnant Star Iron from Buzhou Mountain, then refined them himself.

What he intended to make was not a magical treasure.

It was a work of art that perfectly met the <Calamity Aversion Department Highest-Level Document Production Standards> in every respect—from materials and layout to handwriting and binding.

Across Golden Ao Island, every core disciple worked frantically for the "meeting" three days away.

Time slipped through their fingers.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The final hour before the meeting began.

Calamity Aversion Department, Supreme Decision Room.

Chen Changsheng, Sect Leader Tongtian, Duobao, Zhao Gongming, Jin Ling, Yunxiao, and the other highest-ranking members of the Interception Sect had gathered there.

Before them, on an enormous Water Mirror, a phantom Jade Scroll hundreds of pages thick floated silently.

On the Jade Scroll's cover was a line of large characters formed from Great Dao Runes, solemn and heavy as mountains.

[Proposal V1.0 on Process Optimization and Risk Control for the "Investiture of the Gods Tribulation" Project]

"Background statement, no errors."

"Risk analysis, data comprehensive."

"Process optimization plan, logically sound."

Daoist Duobao reported each item in turn, his voice steady.

"Junior Brother, every section has been completed. Only the final item remains, and it is also the most crucial..."

He paused, then raised his head to look at Chen Changsheng.

"The 'KPI Assessment Standards' have yet to receive their final draft."

The moment he said this, everyone's gaze focused on Chen Changsheng.

They all understood that this was the soul of the entire proposal.

It was the ultimate decisive move that would determine the Interception Sect's future fate.

Chen Changsheng nodded calmly.

He stretched out a hand and lightly tapped the Light Screen.

The phantom Jade Scroll turned to its final page.

[Chapter Four: Performance Assessment Standards (KPI) for the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation Project]

"Regarding the KPI settings, I have listened to the opinions of all my senior brothers and sisters."

Chen Changsheng's gaze slowly swept across the crowd.

"Senior Brother Duobao proposes making the 'Jie Sect Core Disciple Placement Rate' the core assessment metric, with a target of below ten percent."

"Senior Brother Zhao proposes making the 'Chan Sect Twelve Golden Immortals Placement Count' a betting metric, with a target of no fewer than three."

"Senior Sister Jinling and Senior Sister Yunxiao, approaching it from a data perspective, propose establishing the 'Three Sects Total Luck Depletion Value' and setting an insurmountable upper limit for it."

Every time he mentioned one, the others nodded slightly.

These were the best plans they could devise after racking their brains, all from the standpoint of the Interception Sect's interests.

However, Chen Changsheng slowly shook his head.

"These plans are all very good."

"But they share one fatal problem."

He spoke each word distinctly.

"They are all too 'selfish.'"

"These KPIs are entirely based on the Interception Sect's position. If such a proposal were brought to Purple Sky Palace, Uncle-Master Yuanshi would tear it apart with his rebuttal."

"Then... what should we do?"

Zhao Gongming asked anxiously.

Chen Changsheng did not answer. Instead, he asked a question.

"Senior brothers and sisters, do you still remember why the Dao Ancestor initiated this Investiture of the Gods Tribulation?"

Fairy Yunxiao's beautiful eyes stirred as she answered softly.

"To fill the vacancies in Emperor Haotian's Heavenly Court."

"Exactly."

Chen Changsheng snapped his fingers.

"This is the project's original intent—the 'core demand' of the Dao Ancestor and the Heavenly Dao."

"Therefore, our KPIs must also be established around this core demand."

"Our goal is not to make someone get placed, nor is it to prevent someone from getting placed."

Looking at the confused expressions of the crowd, the corners of his lips gradually curved into a smile capable of overturning the entire Primordial World.

"It is to select the most suitable 'talent' for the Heavenly Court."

As his words fell, he wrote a new KPI upon the Light Screen, one destined to be recorded in the annals of the Primordial World.

[Core KPI: Job Matchability.]

"What does that mean?"

Even Holy Mother Jin Ling was confused.

"It means this."

Chen Changsheng explained.

"The 365 Official God Positions on the Investiture of the Gods are no longer death quotas. They are... job openings."

"Every position has clearly defined 'job responsibilities' and 'Job Requirements.'"

"For instance, the God of Thunder Department requires someone upright and impartial, someone who oversees punishments. A cultivator with a violent temperament who hates evil would therefore have high 'Job Matchability.'"

"The God of Wealth Department, meanwhile, requires someone skilled at calculation and business. Someone like Senior Brother Zhao, who understands economics, would have high 'Job Matchability.'"

"The Investiture of the Gods Tribulation will no longer be a slaughter that determines life and death."

"It will be an open, fair... Pre-employment Competency Test for all disciples of the Three Teachings!"

"Those ultimately placed will no longer be losers who failed in magical combat."

"Instead, their cultivation, temperament, abilities, and Merit during the Tribulation will be comprehensively assessed to calculate their 'Matchability Score' for each position, and the best candidates will be hired!"

These words struck everyone's minds like a bolt of Chaos Divine Thunder!

Sect Leader Tongtian's hand gripping the Qingping Sword suddenly tightened!

Daoist Duobao's eyes widened as though he had glimpsed an entirely new world!

Zhao Gongming stood frozen on the spot, muttering to himself.

"This... this means the Investiture of the Gods becomes a... recruitment form?"

"Exactly."

Chen Changsheng nodded calmly.

"In that case, our sect's disciples will be able to choose for themselves."

"Those who seek righteous fruition and wish to enjoy the Heavenly Court's luck may compete for the positions."

"Those who wish to remain carefree and focus on cultivation need only display traits that are 'unsuited' to every position during the Tribulation."

"For example... being cautious."

He looked toward Sect Leader Tongtian, unprecedented light shining in his eyes.

"Master, in this way, the Killing Tribulation becomes an opportunity."

"If the Chan Sect wants its people placed, they must compete and perform. As for our sect, we need only sit firmly and wait. If we wish to take a position, we can; if we do not, we simply lower our 'Job Matchability' to the minimum."

"When that time comes, the initiative will be entirely in our sect's hands!"

The entire Decision Room fell deathly silent.

After a long while.

"Ha... Hahahaha!"

Sect Leader Tongtian's wild laughter, filled with boundless exhilaration, nearly overturned all of Golden Ao Island!

Looking at the proposal before him, radiating the light of wisdom, he felt that it was even sharper than the Four Swords of Zhu Xian in his hand!

Daoist Duobao and Zhao Gongming exchanged a look, each seeing the utmost heartfelt admiration for Chen Changsheng in the other's eyes.

This was true strategy—pulling the firewood from beneath the cauldron!

"Good!"

Sect Leader Tongtian slapped the table.

"Then it is settled!"

Chen Changsheng smiled faintly and exported the final draft of the proposal from the Light Screen, condensing it into a heavy Purple-Gold Jade Scroll.

Holding the Jade Scroll in his hands, he rose to his feet.

"The time has come."

The instant his words fell.

Rumble!

The chaos above the Ninth Heaven parted.

A purple-gold Rainbow Bridge, spanning endless time and space and formed entirely from Great Dao laws, slowly descended from the eternal Purple Sky Palace. One end landed directly before the gates of the Calamity Aversion Department on Golden Ao Island.

Holding the Jade Scroll, Chen Changsheng stepped forward beneath the gazes of every core disciple of the Interception Sect—gazes mixed with reverence, anticipation, and fervor.

Alone, he walked onto that Rainbow Bridge leading to the highest center of power in the Primordial World.

He did not look back.

He merely faced the five Sage gazes from the depths of chaos—some scrutinizing, some curious, some cold—and climbed step by step.