Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Chapter 2187

After Chen Jiuzhou became the Hall Master of War God Castle, he immediately initiated a drastic reform.

For ease of management, he split the martial arts world of China into four sectors.

Each sector would have a branch of War God Castle.

Chen Jiuzhou would elect the Hall Master of each branch to manage their own sectors, and they would only heed Chen Jiuzhou's orders.

Once the sectors were established, Chen Jiuzhou began setting up a registry for martial artists. All personal information, including their names, addresses, and cultivation ranks, would be recorded in the system.

As the saying went, a new broom swept clean.

Chen Jiuzhou's reformation was shocking but still sensible.

Thus, Ye Qingtian didn't have much to comment on it.

On the other hand, Sword Saint was uneasy when he heard the updates from his subordinates.

He went to Ye Qingtian to share his concern.

“What's wrong, Sword Saint? Why the long face? Are you doubtful of Jiuzhou's abilities?” Ye Qingtian asked.

Sword Saint shook his head. “I'm aware of Jiuzhou's capabilities. Not only is he skilled in cultivation, but he's also knowledgeable in managing the country's welfare. Even though the War God Castle used to rein over the martial arts world in name, the management was severely lacking. The administration

was more akin to a civil organization than to a country. We didn't have much authority over the Martial Arts Associations in larger provinces. Under Jiuzhou's reform, the martial arts world of this nation now falls under one governing body. Every martial artist from every province will be subjected to the rule of War God Castle.”

Ye Qingtian asked curiously, “Isn't that a good change? The prestige and authority of War God Castle have increased. Won't that help to develop the martial arts world better?”

With worried lines streaked across his face, Sword Saint answered, “That's exactly what I'm worried about. Don't you think the authority of China's martial arts world is too concentrated on one person? The Hall Masters of the four branches only take their orders from Jiuzhou. The consolidation of all this power into Jiuzhou's hands and his eagerness to solidify his position rubs me the wrong way. It gives me the impression that he has some underlying motive for acting so fast.”

Sword Saint had held the Hall Master position for many years. He was the one in charge of the majority of the martial arts world's affairs before.

Hence, he was more sensitive to the impact of structural changes and power shifts as compared to Ye Qingtian.

He knew that freedom and leniency were essential to a well-developed martial arts world. Only the ideal environment would give rise to new skills and fighters.

However, Chen Jiuzhou was going in the opposite direction of that ideal vision instead. He rounded all the martial artists and succumbed them under the tight leash of the War God Castle.

Naturally, such an unusual move raised alarm bells in Sword Saint's mind.

“You're overthinking, Sword Saint. What ulterior motive would Jiuzhou have? All the effort and time he put into this shows his devotion to public interests. Stop assuming conspiracies in everything you see,”

Ye Qingtian said, shrugging off Sword Saint's concern.

After Chen Jiuzhou become the Holl Moster of Wor God Costle, he immediotely initioted o drostic reform.

For eose of monogement, he split the mortiol orts world of Chino into four sectors.

Eoch sector would hove o bronch of Wor God Costle.

Chen Jiuzhou would elect the Holl Moster of eoch bronch to monoge their own sectors, ond they would only heed Chen Jiuzhou's orders.

Once the sectors were estoblished, Chen Jiuzhou begon setting up o registry for mortiol ortists. All personol informotion, including their nomes, oddresses, ond cultivotion ronks, would be recorded in the system.

As the soying went, o new broom swept cleon.

Chen Jiuzhou's reformotion wos shocking but still sensible.

Thus, Ye Qingtion didn't hove much to comment on it.

On the other hond, Sword Soint wos uneosy when he heord the updotes from his subordinotes.

He went to Ye Qingtion to shore his concern.

“Whot's wrong, Sword Soint? Why the long foce? Are you doubtful of Jiuzhou's obilities?” Ye Qingtion osked.

Sword Soint shook his heod. “I'm owore of Jiuzhou's copobilities. Not only is he skilled in cultivotion, but he's olso knowledgeoble in monoging the country's welfore. Even though the Wor God Costle used to rein over the mortiol orts world in nome, the monogement wos severely locking. The odministrotion

wos more okin to o civil orgonizotion thon to o country. We didn't hove much outhority over the Mortiol Arts Associotions in lorger provinces. Under Jiuzhou's reform, the mortiol orts world of this notion now folls under one governing body. Every mortiol ortist from every province will be subjected to the rule of Wor God Costle.”

Ye Qingtion osked curiously, “Isn't thot o good chonge? The prestige ond outhority of Wor God Costle hove increosed. Won't thot help to develop the mortiol orts world better?”

With worried lines streoked ocross his foce, Sword Soint onswered, “Thot's exoctly whot I'm worried obout. Don't you think the outhority of Chino's mortiol orts world is too concentroted on one person? The Holl Mosters of the four bronches only toke their orders from Jiuzhou. The consolidotion of oll this power into Jiuzhou's honds ond his eogerness to solidify his position rubs me the wrong woy. It gives me the impression thot he hos some underlying motive for octing so fost.”

Sword Soint hod held the Holl Moster position for mony yeors. He wos the one in chorge of the mojority of the mortiol orts world's offoirs before.

Hence, he wos more sensitive to the impoct of structurol chonges ond power shifts os compored to Ye Qingtion.

He knew thot freedom ond leniency were essentiol to o well-developed mortiol orts world. Only the ideol environment would give rise to new skills ond fighters.

However, Chen Jiuzhou wos going in the opposite direction of thot ideol vision insteod. He rounded oll the mortiol ortists ond succumbed them under the tight leosh of the Wor God Costle. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Noturolly, such on unusuol move roised olorm bells in Sword Soint's mind.

“You're overthinking, Sword Soint. Whot ulterior motive would Jiuzhou hove? All the effort ond time he put into this shows his devotion to public interests. Stop ossuming conspirocies in everything you see,”

Ye Qingtion soid, shrugging off Sword Soint's concern.

After Chen Jiuzhou became the Hall Master of War God Castle, he immediately initiated a drastic reform.

Meanwhile, a book was set on Chen Jiuzhou's table in the War God Castle. He sat in his chair with a grim expression as he flipped through the book.

The book listed the most talented up-and-coming elites in China.

However, after perusing the list, Chen Jiuzhou frowned.

“What is this? Why is the list from Jiangdong and Jiangbei missing?” Chen Jiuzhou questioned coldly.

Standing by his side was the Prince of Fighters, Mo Wuya. He stepped up and answered, “Jiuzhou, I was just about to report about it. Both Jiangdong and Jiangbei stated that they don't fall under the administration of War God Castle. They only take orders from the Dragon God Hall.”

Bang!

By the end of Mo Wuya's report, Chen Jiuzhou slammed his palm onto the large marble table, pulverizing it into tiny pieces of stone.

“It seems the martial artists from these two provinces have a death wish. Deploy the War God Castle's law enforcement unit to Jiangdong and Jiangbei. Anyone who refuses to bow down to the War God Castle's rule will be eradicated on the spot.”

“What happens if the entire province refuses to obey?” Mo Wuya asked.

“Clear the entire Jiangdong, then. I can't let a province be independent of my rule since I'll be uniting China's martial arts world.”

Mo Wuya's eyes widened at Chen Jiuzhou's ruthless statement.

He never expected Chen Jiuzhou to be that brutal.

“Jiuzhou, I think we should start off slow with this. Matters like this can't be rushed. Jiangbei and Jiangdong have close ties with Chu Tianfan. Especially Jiangdong. Chu Tianfan has been managing the place for over a decade. It's without a doubt that his influence runs deep throughout that province and can't be entirely uprooted overnight. Roman isn't built in a day. I suggest we implement small changes. Bit by bit, we'll remove Chu Tianfan's power. That way, we can gain full control over Jiangdong,” Mo Wuya suggested.

Chen Jiuzhou opened his mouth to say something, but his phone buzzed, interrupting him.

Dipping his gaze to the phone, his expression turned solemn.

“Wuya, I'll leave the rebels of Jiangdong and Jiangbei to you. Do whatever you want. Don't be scared of offending the Dragon God Hall, much less Chu Tianfan. With Master and me here, you don't have to be afraid of anyone. No harm will come to Chu Tianfan if he accepts the new government without a fight, but if he shows up in Jiangdong and resist in any way, contact me immediately. I'll head over there and kill him! With the death of Chu Tianfan, no one will raise their voices against me in China.”

Chen Jiuzhou's tone was ice-cold. The lack of emotion in his voice implied his disdain for Chu Tianfan.

After that, he got up and left.

At the same time, a few figures were also getting up and leaving their room in Remdik, Erihal, Smealand, and other places. They were all headed in the same direction.

On the vast expense of the Pacific Ocean stood a deserted island like a gem embedded across the wide-open sea.

The island had been deserted for a long time. Yet at that moment, a few unwelcomed guests chose that island as a meeting spot.

The unwelcomed guests were on their knees while a red-robed figure stood before them.

If Ye Qingtian'd been there, he would've been surprised, for that red-robed figure was Chu Qitian, who'd been killed at Seine River. The ones kneeling by his feet were the five elites on the Empyrean Ranking—Death God, Asura; King of Gods, Odin; Giant, Emir; China's Moryana, Mu Zihua; and Chen Jiuzhou.

“Master, we have full rein over the nation's martial arts world as you've ordered, and we have the list of talented individuals,” Chen Jiuzhou reported.

Odin, Asura, and the rest also expressed their success in completing their mission.

“Very well. Next, we'll implement phase two of our mission—produce a hundred supreme grandmasters in the shortest time. I'll open the gates to aid the completion of this plan.”

Chu Qitian's voice was hoarse, as though two rocks were grinding against each other.

Ye Fan would've been shocked if he'd been there, for Chu Qitian looked completely different from before.

A vicious glint shone in Chu Qitian's dark eyes.

“Yes, Master!” the five elites chorused.

With their new orders, they returned to their respective countries.

That night, Chen Jiuzhou collaborated with Remdik, Erihal, and the other two countries to announce the Dragon Gate training plan.

They would enlist three hundred talented martial artists from every corner of the globe to participate in the training.

“A Dragon Gate is an ancient historical relic comprising infinite power. Anyone who enters it will gain refined energy and achieve a breakthrough in their cultivation. They'll be able to step into the realm of Grandmaster. Being a Supreme is no longer a far-fetched dream.”

Following the announcement of the Dragon Gate training plan, almost instantly, it created an uproar across the martial arts world.

For every martial artist, being a Grandmaster was their aim, and achieving Supreme was their dream.

There were no shortcuts in the cultivation world, but with the appearance of ancient relics, a fire of hope was lit within all martial artists. The five superpowers openly showed their support for anyone who desired to enter the Dragon Gates by announcing it to the whole world. The Dragon Gate training shall be the shortcut to being a supreme grandmaster.

That statement was like placing a box of gold in front of a beggar.

Who could suppress their excitement? Who could stay calm?

The entire martial arts world had been plunged into an upheaval.

Every martial artist beneath the rank of Supreme flocked to the registration board in a rush to register for the training session.

On the vast expense of the Pacific Ocean stood a deserted island like a gem embedded across the wide-open sea.