Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 159 - 122: Leaving the Martial Artist Council!

Chapter 159: Chapter 122: Leaving the Martial Artist Council!

But what they did was mostly just auxiliary work.

So, when they faced Lu Chang’sheng, they naturally felt guilty.

Of course, that’s only for those who still have a conscience.

The ones without, can still fake it pretty damn well.

Lu Chang’sheng sighed inwardly.

He once thought that with a group like this—a council kinda like those union organizations from his past life—it would help the Martial Artist Council go further. Unfortunately, he underestimated human nature.

Honestly, this wasn’t even that hard to solve.

Just find the instigator, kill them swiftly and brutally, and the Martial Artist Council would still be under his control.

But looking at the crowd below, he suddenly just felt kind of tired.

They’ve all been around for decades; there’s no way their minds aren’t deep and scheming.

No way anyone would leave any trace behind on something like this.

Trying to pin down who’s truly guilty? Tough as hell!

If he kept digging, it would just mean another endless battle of wits, dragging him in and wasting his time and energy.

"With the two realms about to merge, it’s about time I cut off these pointless attachments."

The future belongs to the Spirit Realm.

In the world of cultivation, these mundane organizations from the Great Yuan region are... not completely useless, sure, but honestly? Their usefulness is next to nothing.

If something bad happens, they come to him to fix it.

If he doesn’t step in, people will talk—and not in a good way.

Just like now.

Might as well cut it off early, avoid getting stuck in all that karmic mess.

The truth was, Lu Chang’sheng had always wanted to sever ties with the Martial Artist Council. He just never had a good reason before. But now, with this chance dropped right in his lap, it seemed like a blessing in disguise.

"Ten portions of Mountain God, and I’m out of the Martial Artist Council."

Lu Chang’sheng said it blandly, almost offhand.

The whole crowd instantly changed expression.

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Leader, you’re the founder of the Martial Artist Council—the backbone of our organization. How can you just walk away and leave us behind?"

"Yeah, Leader, please, take back what you just said."

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Everyone tried to talk him out of it.

No one stood up and confessed.

The truth was, everyone knew—with Lu Chang’sheng being an Innate Martial Artist, if the traitor really got exposed, it’d be a face-to-face showdown. No way to hide.

So, they did their best to cover their tracks.

Lu Chang’sheng choosing to leave was just him not bothering to drag each and every one of them out. Might as well sell off the Association Leader role for a good price.

"Ten portions of Mountain God... should be enough for one or two successful attempts, right?"

His focus was already drifting toward alchemy.

He found the whole Martial Artist Council business more and more annoying by the day.

After the meeting broke up, Wang Heihou and Niu Dazhuang came looking for him.

They felt like the Council was something Lu Chang’sheng had poured his heart into building from scratch—which made it hard to accept just handing it off to someone else like this.

Lu Chang’sheng smiled, "You two, you really ought to look farther ahead. The Martial Artist Council has already started drifting from what we originally imagined. Even if I don’t quit, once it grows too big, the same stuff will happen. Might as well let it go early."

"Besides, with the realms merging soon, the future belongs to the Spirit Realm. If you guys have the will for it, there’s every chance you can go further—live longer."

Lu Chang’sheng didn’t actually know if Wang Heihou or Niu Dazhuang had a Spirit Root or not.

But he did know that if they got into the Spirit Realm, achieving Innate wouldn’t be that hard.

Innate means about a hundred and twenty years of lifespan.

The longer you live, the more time you’ve got to grind things out; as long as you have time, you’ll always get something in return.

Hearing Lu Chang’sheng’s answer, Wang Heihou and Niu Dazhuang both immediately got it.

"Fair enough. With my official status these days, it’s more than enough already."

Wang Heihou said.

He was currently ranked as a sixth-grade official—basically at the top of Black Mountain Prefecture’s government.

In his case, the benefits he gave the Council far outweighed anything he got back.

"Then—when the time comes, I’ll step down too."

"Same here."

Niu Dazhuang agreed.

Lu Chang’sheng nodded, satisfied.

The following days, the Martial Artist Council really did quiet down a lot. In fact, with some people stirring things up behind the scenes, even those members who hadn’t bothered before started earnestly searching for Mountain God.

In just five months, they managed to gather eight stalks of Mountain God and deliver them to Lu Chang’sheng.

It seemed like everything available on the market had pretty much been picked clean, because in the next two months, the last two pieces of Mountain God still couldn’t be found.

"Looks like we’ve hit the limit."

Maybe there were some left deep in the mountains, but honestly, finding them would be way too much trouble.

Lu Chang’sheng didn’t want to waste the effort scouring mountain forests for them.

The Great Yuan region was vast, full of wild and mountainous terrain; combing through it all would take decades.

He had better things to do with his time.

Then, a couple months later, the Martial Artist Council suddenly got their hands on two more Mountain Gods and handed them over to Lu Chang’sheng.

Afterwards, true to his word, Lu Chang’sheng left the Council.

This news was quickly sent to the Council’s core members all across the land, and even some pretty powerful people found out about it.

Except, something happened that none of them saw coming.