She then turned to face Sect Leader Bai Yunfei, offering a deep, deeply respectful, and entirely sycophantic bow.
"But ultimately, esteed Elders, this debate is ceremonial," Ji’an stated, dropping the corporate hamr with ruthless precision. "You bicker over tradition versus innovation. But tradition is rely the footprint of the past, and innovation is the shadow of the future. The only thing that truly dictates the present... is the will of the Heavens."
She looked up, eting the Sect Leader’s dark eyes.
"And on this mountain, Sect Leader Bai Yunfei speaks for the Heavens. If the Sect Leader decrees that the realm must change, then the realm changes. Our duty is not to question the mandate, but to execute it with absolute, ruthless perfection. To argue otherwise is not just traditionalism; it is insubordination."
The silence in the executive sanctum was absolute.
Master Jiu Zui coughed loudly into his fist to hide a massive, incredibly proud smirk.
The opposing elders sat completely dumbfounded, entirely outmaneuvered.
The sixteen-year-old cook hadn’t just invalidated their argunts; she had weaponized the absolute, divine authority of the Sect Leader against them.
If they continued to argue now, they weren’t just arguing against a format change; they were arguing against Bai Yunfei’s right to rule.
Sect Leader Bai Yunfei stared at the young boy in the gray apron.
The benevolent, polite smile vanished, replaced by an expression of sharp, intense, highly approving calculation.
"Eloquent. Ruthless. And entirely correct," the Sect Leader declared, his voice ringing with absolute finality. He looked at the silent table. "The debate is concluded. The mandate is set. The tournant shall be fundantally altered."
Bai Yunfei turned his full attention back to Ji’an, leaning forward, highly intrigued.
"You have silenced the opposition, Martial Uncle Lin. Now, impress with your execution. What are these ’unhinged ideas’ your Master spoke of? How do we turn the Shattered Realm into this crucible of chaos?"
Ji’an grinned.
The trap was set, the audience was captived, and it was ti to unleash the gar chanics.
"We abandon the static map, Sect Leader," Ji’an announced, her eyes shining with a manic, ga-designer glee.
"Currently, disciples enter the realm, find a defensible position, and camp. It’s boring with a reward of cowardice."
She placed her hands on the obsidian table, leaning forward.
"I propose we implent the Encroaching Void Array. We create a massive do of highly toxic, ridian-suppressing spiritual fog at the edges of the dinsion. Every twelve hours, the array constricts. The fog moves inward. If a disciple is caught in the fog, their escape talisman instantly triggers, eliminating them. This forces all participants constantly inward, toward the center of the map, actively driving confrontations and eliminating campers."
Elder Hua gasped softly, her eyes widening. "A shrinking battlefield... it would force the apex prodigies into direct conflict within the first two days."
"Exactly," Ji’an nodded. "But we don’t stop there. After we alter the resource distribution, the ’Sovereign Tokens’ should not just be scattered randomly. We implent a new thod: let’s call it Heavenly Supply Drops."
"Explain," the Sect Leader prompted, thoroughly captivated.
"Every six hours, a massive pillar of golden light strikes a random location within the safe zone of the map," Ji’an detailed, gesturing enthusiastically. "At the base of the light is a heavily warded chest. Inside the chest is a massive cluster of Sovereign Tokens, high-grade healing pills, and temporary offensive artifacts. The light acts as a beacon. Every disciple in the realm will see it. Every disciple will rush toward it. It creates a high-intensity fight over scarce resources, testing their ability to fight in multi-directional combat."
Elder Tie of the Forge Peak stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming with martial approval. "It’s both brutal and efficient at the sa ti. It rewards those bold enough to seize the initiative."
"And finally," Ji’an concluded, delivering her masterpiece, "we implent the Apex Anomaly Protocol. If a specific disciple is hoarding too many tokens, or if an alliance grows too large and dominates a sector... the realm actively punishes them. The arrays analyze the token density and dynamically spawn a pinnacle Rank 7 illusionary beast directly on top of the leading faction. We do not just let them coast to victory. The mountain itself must fight them."
Ji’an stood back, crossing her arms, looking at the stunned board of immortal directors.
"A shrinking map. Randomized, highly contested loot beacons. And dynamic, anti-snowballing boss spawns," Ji’an summarized with a smug, arrogant tilt of her chin. "You want to impress the foreign delegations? You throw the youths into that at grinder, and you broadcast the resulting chaos via projection arrays to the entire continent. It will be the most viewed, highly profitable spectacle in the history of the Celestial Sword Sect, I must say!"
For a long, quiet mont, no one spoke.
The terrifying ingenuity of the design, the ruthless, psychological manipulation of the participants’ environnt, was a masterclass in orchestrated suffering.
Master Jiu Zui took a slow sip of his wine, looking at his apprentice as if she had just painted the Mona Lisa with a spatula.
Sect Leader Bai Yunfei slowly, deliberately stood up from his chair.
He looked at the young cook.
The benevolent immortal emperor mask was gone, replaced by the look of a man who had just struck a pile of gold.
"Martial Uncle Lin," the Sect Leader said, his voice quiet, yet echoing with undeniable power. "I am appointing you as the Chief Architect of the Shattered Realm Arrays, effective imdiately. You will work with the Array Peak tonight to implent these changes before the other sects enter tomorrow."
Ji’an offered a deep, sweeping bow, internally cheering at her successful manipulation of the corporate ladder. "I live to serve the Sect, Sect Leader."
"However," Bai Yunfei continued, his tone suddenly shifting.
The heavy, authoritative gravity vanished from his voice, replaced by a smooth, lodic, and terrifyingly casual conversational tone.
The Sect Leader stepped out from behind the obsidian table, slowly walking toward where Ji’an stood.
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