UGB Chapter 1942 Tracking Order, The Generous Cheng Buzheng!
Chapter 1942 Tracking Order, The Generous Cheng Buzheng!
This day!
As dawn broke, the horizon where the sea met the sky turned a pale white, which was quickly tinged with golden red.
Zhenhai City lies like a giant beast lurking on the shore of the East China Sea. Its towering city walls are engraved with countless array runes, which shimmer with a faint spiritual light in the morning light.
In the heart of the city, the newly rebuilt headquarters of the Monks' Guild stands majestically.
The main hall is thirty-three zhang high, with the North Sea Black Iron as its skeleton and the South Li Fire Jade as its tiles. Seventy-two dragon-carved pillars support the dome, and the dragons on each pillar have their eyes dotted with a secret technique, with a faint spiritual light flowing in their eyes, as if they were alive.
The floor of the main hall is paved with "Jingxin Jade" that is so smooth it reflects one's image. Walking on it, one's footsteps naturally disappear and one's mind naturally calms down.
At this moment, more than a dozen half-saint cultivators were already seated inside the main hall.
They rushed back from their various defensive lines, still covered in dust from their journey.
The murderous aura of the front lines still lingered around it.
Some people closed their eyes and concentrated.
Someone tapped the table with their finger.
Someone whispered to their neighbor using a secret technique of telepathy.
The hall was filled with a misty, spiritual aura, yet it was also permeated with a sense of oppressive stillness.
"The president has arrived—"
The clear, melodious voice of the steward monk pierced through the hall.
In an instant, all whispers ceased.
All the half-saints opened their eyes at the same time, their gazes sharp as lightning, and turned to the nine-story white marble platform at the end of the hall.
There, a throne forged from a single piece of "Star Iron" stood silently.
Although the seat was empty, an air of authority still emanated from it.
The space ripples.
A figure appeared silently before the throne, as if he had always been there.
Cheng Buzheng's gaze was as deep as the sea, occasionally revealing glimpses of the birth and death of stars.
Dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, without any adornments, yet his Taoist aura flowed naturally around him, blending seamlessly with the entire hall and the entire city.
It even subtly blends with the world beneath its feet.
He did not speak, but his gaze slowly swept over each of the half-gods in the hall.
That gaze was calm, yet as heavy as a mountain.
Those being watched all straightened their backs and focused their attention.
Several newly promoted half-masters even had beads of sweat on their foreheads—
It is not out of fear,
Rather, it is the instinctive tremor when facing a higher level of life.
"They're all here."
Cheng Buzheng finally spoke; his voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"sit."
The moment the word was uttered, the tense atmosphere in the hall eased slightly.
Everyone bowed in unison: "Greetings, President!"
After the ceremony, everyone took their seats in complete silence.
Without exchanging pleasantries, Cheng Buzheng lightly made a sweeping motion in the air with his right hand.
"Om-"
Dozens of tokens flew out from his sleeve and hovered in front of the throne.
The jade is warm and lustrous, with an inner sheen and an extremely complex pattern on its surface.
Upon closer inspection, the patterns were slowly changing, like a living thing breathing.
Even stranger...
Each token exudes a slightly different aura.
It subtly points to dozens of completely different "legal" origins.
"go."
Cheng Buzheng lightly flicked his sleeves.
Dozens of tokens transformed into streaks of light, flying precisely to each of the half-venerables and hovering three feet away, neither too high nor too low, just at eye level.
The trajectory of the flowing light is mysterious, subtly echoing the wondrous movements of the celestial bodies.
This single move caused the pupils of several semi-saints who were experts in escape techniques to shrink slightly.
"This is the 'Tracking Order for Rebellious Cultivators'."
Cheng Buzheng's voice rang out again.
"The fundamental principles and energy mechanisms of the internally sealed reverse cultivation sect."
Anyone who cultivates its direct lineage techniques, as long as they are in…
He paused briefly, and the hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"...Within a radius of one hundred million li, this decree will surely be responded to."
"boom--"
Despite the earlier speculation, the atmosphere in the hall was still shaken upon hearing this!
One hundred million miles!
It covers almost one-thousandth of the endless sea!
Moreover, it is a fundamental principle of Qi (vital energy) locking...
This also means that as long as those who practice against the natural order do not abandon their cultivation and start over, they will have no chance of escaping the pursuit!
What an ingenious technique!
Many of the semi-saints were now looking at the jade talisman with burning desire—
This is not just a tracking treasure, but also a stepping stone to tremendous military achievements!
Fengying Banzun was the first to stand up.
He was a veteran semi-saint, renowned for his escape techniques and tracking skills. He had a gaunt face and narrow, eagle-like eyes.
At this moment, he bowed deeply, his voice filled with suppressed excitement:
"The guild master is so powerful, I am in awe!"
With this precious decree, the rebellious and treacherous party will have nowhere to hide!
only……"
He hesitated slightly.
"The cunning rabbit has three burrows; if they disperse and hide in desolate mountains and remote cities..."
Although the area spans 100 million li is vast, it would be difficult to eradicate it completely in a short period of time…
"Perhaps we are not up to the task?"
Cheng Buzheng took over the conversation, his expression calm.
"You're right to be worried."
Therefore, this order has a hidden meaning—”
He flicked his finger, and a wisp of spiritual light fell into the token in front of Fengying Half-Venerable.
"Buzz!"
The token trembled slightly, and the surface patterns suddenly lit up, projecting a three-dimensional light and shadow image.
The map clearly shows the terrain within a radius of 100 million li, centered on Zhenhai City.
Even several dangerous areas marked as restricted zones are included.
At this moment, seven pale red dots are flashing in the image, and a line of small text appears next to each dot:
"A direct descendant of the Blood Fiend Sect, mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator."
"In a state of dormancy, the owner of the alchemy shop in 'Azure Maple City'."
"this!"
Feng Ying, the half-saint, gasped in shock.
Not only him, but all the semi-saints suddenly stood up, staring intently at the images projected by their respective jade talismans—
Each jade talisman displays the same tracking range.
However, the number, location, and information of the locked red dots varied, with some having only three or four and others having more than ten!
The information was so detailed it was outrageous, even including the disguised identity and cultivation level.
Even their recent activity patterns are completely revealed!
"This order is based on the 'Immortal City Grand Array' and connects with the earth's veins and the secrets of heaven."
Cheng Buzheng said calmly,
"As long as it is within the range, it will automatically update once every twelve hours."
The brightness of the light spot indicates its cultivation level; red indicates reverse cultivation. If it uses secret techniques or commits mass killings, it will turn deep red and eventually black.
His gaze swept over the crowd:
"Any more questions?"
"It's gone! Thank you so much for the treasure, President!"
Fengying Banzun's voice trembled with excitement as he bowed deeply.
With this divine object, the eradication of traitors will be as easy as finding a needle in a haystack!
He seemed to see a vast amount of military achievements beckoning to him.
The demigods all accepted the tokens, carefully placing them in their robes or storing them in their magical treasures, and bowed in unison:
"Thank you, Chairman!"
We will certainly live up to your trust, thoroughly eradicate your evil deeds, and completely annihilate this wicked sect!
The sound shook the palace.
Cheng Buzheng nodded slightly, raised his hand in a gesture of apology, and waited for everyone to sit down again.
He continued:
"The tracking order is just a tool. How you use it and what results you can achieve is up to you."
in addition--"
He paused briefly, and the hall fell silent once more.
"I will announce the detailed rules for selecting those who have distinguished themselves in battle today."
Everyone's ears perked up.
Especially the several half-saints who were not from top sects, they held their breath—
Everyone knows that this is not just a mission to hunt down and eliminate rebellious cultivators.
It's an incredible opportunity!
“First,” Cheng Buzheng’s voice was clear and steady, each word striking the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer blow.
"Front-line battle achievements, along with those in the suppression of rebellious and revisionist forces, will be considered for selection."
To ensure fairness, all battle merits will be calculated using a unified standard; detailed rules will be announced later.
Some people's eyes lit up with joy, while others frowned slightly.
What is gratifying is that their own sect and disciples are fighting bravely on the front lines, and their battle achievements have been accumulated.
The worry is that the competition has become much fiercer.
But no one dared to question it—
If the chairman says it's fair, then it is fair.
"Secondly," Cheng Buzheng continued, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.
"Regarding how to handle the issue of surrender and rebellion!"
He paused deliberately, letting the question fester in everyone's mind.
Those who rebel against the established order are, by convention, killed without exception.
But now that the two races are at war, things have to change.
A middle-aged semi-venerable man with a resolute face and dressed in black armor stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:
"President, this matter concerns the dignity of our association."
If rebels surrender at the first sign of trouble to avoid death, how can we demonstrate the authority of our association?
How then can we deter those who come after us?
The questions are sharp and get straight to the heart of the matter.
Cheng Buzheng looked at him and nodded:
Good question.
My original intention was also 'Those who cultivate against the natural order shall be killed without mercy.'
A chilling aura filled the air, and the temperature inside the hall plummeted.
"However,"
He then changed the subject.
"Times change and the world changes."
With the war between the two races now at a stalemate, every bit of strength is crucial.
Moreover, the Reverse Cultivation Sect has a long history, and its secret treasury contains a wealth of knowledge, techniques, and scriptures.
It is also very useful in boosting morale.
He leaned slightly forward, his gaze pressing down on the crowd with an almost tangible intensity:
"Therefore, I hereby establish a new rule—"
"Anyone who engages in unorthodox cultivation, regardless of their level of cultivation, can be spared the death penalty if they can disclose the secrets and core inheritance of their sect."
With this remark,
Many people looked dissatisfied, but no one dared to interrupt.
"However, the death penalty may be avoided, but punishment is inevitable."
Cheng Buzheng spoke each word clearly.
"To reach the Foundation Establishment stage, one must fight for the association for ten years;"
Golden Core Realm, 100 years; Yuan
Nascent Soul Realm, three hundred years;
He spent his entire life in the semi-saint realm.
During this period, he was placed under restraint and allowed to atone for his crimes through meritorious service.
"What if the war ends within a hundred years?"
Someone couldn't help but ask.
Cheng Buzheng looked at the questioner.
"Those whose term is not yet up shall continue to be detained until the term expires."
A low murmur of discussion arose inside the hall.
Some people calculate gains and losses, while others weigh the pros and cons.
Five hundred years is most likely the final lifespan for a half-saint.
after all.
The Half-Saint Realm is essentially just the Nascent Soul Realm.
Lifespan will not be increased.
Bearing the burden of guilt, bound by restrictions, his life and death in the hands of others...
This chance to survive came at a great cost.
"certainly,"
Cheng Buzheng's voice once again silenced the discussion.
"This pardon comes with conditions."
He held out three fingers:
"First, you must provide true information, which has been verified to be accurate; "
Second, they must cooperate in the pursuit and apprehension of accomplices and must not conceal anything.
Third, they must proactively surrender their privately hoarded resources to bolster their military preparedness.
"As for those who stubbornly resist and refuse to confess..."
Cheng Buzheng withdrew his hand, his tone as calm as ever.
"Not eligible for pardon, kill."
The single word "kill" is like an ice bead falling to the ground, its chill penetrating to the bone.
Everyone understood.
This is an open conspiracy.
It gave the rebels a glimmer of hope, but also placed them in a dilemma:
Confessing would save his life, but he would lose his freedom and the sect's foundation.
If they don't confess, they will surely die.
And are those sect patriarchs willing to exchange their secret vaults for the lives of their disciples and followers?
Or would you rather perish along with the legacy?
"in addition,"
Cheng Buzheng's voice pulled everyone back to reality.
"All resources, cultivation techniques, and secret realms obtained during this cleanup operation..."
Even… those large spiritual veins occupied by those rebellious sects, I will offer them all in exchange for battle merits.”
"Wow—"
The main hall could no longer remain calm!
Large spiritual vein!
That is the foundation that can support a top sect to thrive for ten thousand years!
It is the most precious strategic resource within the human race's territory, and has always been firmly controlled by the top sects. It is extremely difficult for ordinary forces to even get their hands on a piece of it!
And now, the guild leader actually wants to take out the large spiritual vein he captured and exchange it for battle merits?!
what does this mean?
This means that even if you come from a humble background, as long as you have enough battle merits, you can earn a large spiritual vein for yourself and your sect and create an unparalleled foundation!
This is a chance for a carp to leap over the dragon gate, a chance to change one's destiny!
"President...is this really true?!"
An elderly, white-haired, half-respected elder asked in a trembling voice,
His lifespan was coming to an end, and his greatest regret in life was that his sect was always trapped in a medium-sized spiritual vein, making it difficult to support two Nascent Soul cultivators.
"When have I ever lied?"
Cheng Buzheng looked at him, a barely perceptible hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.
"The top three on the battle merit list can choose a large spiritual vein first."
The top ten are eligible to exchange for a hundred-year usage right to the core area of the spiritual vein.
Detailed rules will be announced later.
He stood up, his white robe fluttering even without wind.
"Gentlemen, we are now in a time of great strife, and also a time of critical survival."
However, every crisis presents an opportunity.
I am giving you all a chance, a chance for all cultivators of the human race—
Heroes are judged by their war exploits; true gold is forged in blood and fire.
His gaze was sharp as he swept over every excited, eager, and determined face.
"This battle is not only to eliminate the rebels,
Furthermore, it serves as a selection process to identify the true pillars of our human race.
I urge you all to act bravely, seize this opportunity, and not fail humanity.
silence.
Then, a tremendous response erupted:
"We will obey the leader's command! We will fight bravely to quell the rebellion and protect our human race!"
"Heroes are judged by their war achievements, and true gold is forged in blood and fire!"
"Thank you, President, for granting us this opportunity!"
The sound almost lifted the roof off the palace.
Each of the half-saints had flames burning in their eyes.
Cheng Buzheng watched quietly, and when the commotion subsided, he slightly raised his hand:
"In that case, each of you shall return to your positions and act in accordance with orders."
The full-scale crackdown begins immediately.
"Yes!"
The meeting ended an hour later.
Dozens of streaks of light shot into the sky from the headquarters of the Cultivator Association, scattering in all directions like meteors.
They relayed the contents of today's meeting, details of battle achievements, and amnesty policies back to their respective sects, families, and factions as quickly as possible, spreading the news throughout the entire rear human territory.
Fengying Banzun was the last to leave.
He stood outside the headquarters hall, looking back at the towering building, clutching the warm tracking order tightly in his hand, his eyes gleaming.
He knew that from this day forward, the internal structure of the human race would be completely changed.
Military achievements, spiritual veins, resources, status...
Everything will be reshuffled.
And I am standing at the crest of the wave.
"The remnant party of counter-repair..."
He muttered to himself, a cold smile curving his lips.
"Your lives are my achievements."
fair enough. "
It turned into a gentle breeze and disappeared into the horizon.
Inside the hall, Cheng Buzheng remained seated on his throne, watching the last streak of light disappear.
The steward monk appeared quietly, bowed, and said:
"President, the detailed rules for battle merits have been posted in the notice boards of each city."
"Hmm!" Cheng Buzheng nodded slightly.
"I understand. You may leave!"
"Yes!"
After the steward left the main hall, Cheng Buzheng tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers and looked towards the horizon where the sea and sky met in the east.
He muttered to himself, the stars in his eyes fading.
"I hope you will not betray my last bit of kindness."
He closed his eyes, and his figure gradually faded away.
It felt as if I had merged into this world.
Outside the palace!
As the sun set, it dyed Zhenhai City a blood-red color.
...(End of this chapter)