Chapter 394: Chen Meng’s Head Falls, S4 Officially Begins

Chapter 394 Chen Meng Is Beheaded, S4 Officially Kicks Off

The more Chu Cixie wanted her to adopt the self-destructive savior image, the more she refused to give him the satisfaction.

Wu Yue pulled on Shen Que. Before she could even ask for a kiss, Shen Que turned around, pulled her waist into his arm, and kissed her deeply.

He held her extremely tightly, clearly furious at this Chu Cixie. Just the thought of Wu Yue growing up under this man's control for 15 years made him murderously furious.

Chu Cixie watched the scene before him, anger visibly brewing in his eyes.

Zhou Qianfeng was exasperated. "How old are you? Isn't that disgusting? Back then, I didn’t see you so obsessed with Lu Ling."

Chu Cixie said, "Back then, I watched with my own eyes as Lu Ling gave up divinity and fell. She transferred her power to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng wasn’t worthy. I never should have let Jiang Cheng into the game. He was just an ordinary person, yet he ended up a demigod in the end."

Zhou Qianfeng rolled his eyes. "So you think it should have been you instead?

You should have stayed by Lu Ling's side all along, earned all her trust, and ascended to divinity with her?"

Chu Cixie shook his head. "No, I never once thought about ascending."

Fu Yixue frowned. "So your goal was to forge a god!"

Fu Yixue suddenly understood. From beginning to end, this entire scheme, spanning 15 years and dragging countless people into it—

Chu Cixie’s goal had actually been to forge a god!!

He saw Wu Yue as his most perfect creation, a god he personally crafted to save the world, one destined for self-sacrificial destruction!!

Fu Yixue cursed in rage, "Are you fucking insane?! Don’t you have anything better to do all day?!

You’ve destroyed so many children, ruined their youth that should have been uninhibited, free-spirited, and passionate—all for your selfish desire to forge a god!!"

Chu Cixie let out a low laugh. "But didn’t I harden them all perfectly?

The second generation of pillar figures you all wanted all grew up under extreme oppressive education. They survived against all odds, were saved by a god in extreme adversity, and found a common faith in this Dharma-Ending Age.

I sought out children with strong wills. I was training them. You should know better than I do—oppressive education builds character better than coddling.

Yixue, isn’t this exactly how the Daoist teachings you’ve always followed work?

Once the god sacrifices herself and leaves, they will all rapidly grow and stand on their own.

Gods, humans—everyone gets what they want. Isn’t that good?"

Fu Yixue’s pupils gradually grew troubled. Yes... this was exactly the educational method she had always used.

But who was it that first taught her this method?

It was... the Great Elder...

Yan Qi—this is bad, Yan Qi!!

Zhou Qianfeng frowned. "Fu Yixue, don’t fall into this old bastard’s trap!!

His theory is essentially psychological manipulation. There are countless ways to temper children—why must it be through such extreme, ruthless oppression?

Besides, he admitted it himself: he sought out strong-willed children. Without him playing puppet master, these kids could have soared much earlier!"

Chu Cixie sneered, "Zhou Qianfeng, I never meant to manipulate you, but I never expected the Five Immortals would choose you.

Since you’ve gained such powerful backing, you’re destined to become a wild card.

That’s why I placed Lu Li beside you."

In truth, the moment Chu Cixie mentioned the Grand Elder, Zhou Qianfeng had already figured it out.

Zhou Qianfeng gazed down the road at Fu Yanqi and Lu Li and suddenly laughed.

"Then why did you only discover Wu Yue and Shen Que’s connection after going north?

Their link was obvious during the World Boss event—so blatant even a fool could see it. How did you miss it?"

Chu Cixie hesitated. Zhou Qianfeng mocked,

"Chu Cixie, you act like Gin from Detective Conan—treating everyone but yourself as pawns. Have you ever considered they’re all slacking off and sabotaging you?

What incentives are you even offering? Are you paying them enough? Are the benefits sufficient? Do they have a company cafeteria, dormitories, paid leave, 15-month salary at year-end, or company-funded trips?

You’re so out of touch, old man! You think you’ve planted real wards, but they’re all fake—more plastic than real!

They won’t lift a finger unless threatened. They won’t even fart in your direction unless pressured. Any useful clue they have, they squeeze out like toothpaste."

Chu Cixie slowly turned his gaze toward Fu Yanqi and Lu Li. In perfect unison, both of them raised their middle fingers at him (凸-凸).

Wu Yue shrugged. "The Grand Elder said Fu Yanqi has always been quiet since childhood, always seeming half-asleep.

But he’s actually quite lively. When Shen Que first met him, he was secretly out there chasing thrills like a reckless daredevil.

When Aunt Fu made her move, he was the first to notice. He drugged the Grand Elder unconscious and didn’t even tell him the truth about the faked death.

Chu Cixie, given how well the secrets of Aunt Fu’s faked death and Uncle Zhou’s treatment of DX001 were kept, have you ever considered you’ve completely lost control of these two threads?

You may understand Uncle Zhou and Aunt Fu, but you don’t understand the youth—the genuine emotional bond that forms when someone entrusts you with their final wish, when you’re their only confidant in a moment of near-death.

We don’t respond to threats anymore. The harder you push, the more fiercely we resist. We only act on genuine connection and mutual trust."

Chu Cixie smiled. "Even if things spiraled out of control back then, I always find a way to regain control."

Zhou Qianfeng shot back, "Isn’t that just like screaming 'No loss, no loss!' after losing the Baron, insisting you can still win, only to get wiped at the Nexus while the enemy team teabags your spawn and spams emotes? And you still stubbornly yell, 'Don’t surrender, bro! We can still turn this around!' What’s the difference?

Your jungle is fully invaded, your real wards, fake wards, and inhibitors are gone—even your own minions have turned against you, old man.

How are you going to regain control? You’re not controlling anything!"

"And besides..."

Wu Yue glanced at Chen Meng, who stood there utterly stunned. "Looks like the Alliance President still doesn’t know this old man’s true goal is to achieve godhood?

Alliance President, I feel sorry for you. He deceived you too! I can’t stand by and watch this!

Here’s an idea: I’ll help you capture him, you execute him, and you can take full credit as the savior!"

For a moment, Chen Meng was genuinely tempted.

Then he stared at Wu Yue in shock. She looked barely an adult, but beneath her smiling exterior lay the same cunning and unpredictability her mother once possessed.

In fact, it was even sharper—honed by fifteen years of deliberate oppression and suppression under Chu Cixie.

Compared to Lu Ling, who grew up in a sound family and a lawful society, she seemed far more sinister and unnerving, having been raised in a terrifying apocalyptic world.

Everyone turned their gaze to Chen Meng, who was now filled with shock and doubt. He had always believed he held the winning hand.

Little did he expect that their true intention was actually to sacrifice him first to officially launch Season 4.

Chen Meng took half a step back, then suddenly a sickening "thud" was heard, followed by his pained cry.

In astonishment, he turned to look at Wang Guohua, whose blade flashed as he swiftly withdrew it before it was slammed against Chen Meng's neck.

With a swift raise and fall of the blade, blood sprayed as Chen Meng's head hit the ground.