nashuaworldcup Chapter 217 Persuasion
Chapter 217 Persuasion
"The Wen, Lan, and Nie families will relax the recruitment quotas and conditions for disciples and guest elders from outside the family, and will recruit a large number of people from all independent cultivators and commoners, regardless of their background or gender, only looking at their character."
"Fifth, the three families jointly issued a recruitment order, inviting countless talented individuals with research experience or ingenious ideas in talismans, arrays, artifacts, alchemy, medicine and other fields to come to the Wen, Lan and Nie families to study and explore more profound knowledge together with their clans!"
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In the elegant and simple room, Qinghengjun's voice remained steady, unhurried, and rhythmic, like a clear mountain stream flowing gently, completely unaffected by the noises from the outside world.
Meanwhile, the sharp waves of questioning and condemnation from other aristocratic families—whether out of shame, anger, or shock and bewilderment—did not intensify. Instead, they gradually weakened and eventually fell silent as the head of the group, lounging lazily in his chair with an air of superiority, casually tapped the smooth, delicate armrests with his fingers. The only sounds in the elegant room were Qinghengjun Lan Wenjing's clear and gentle voice, the crisp sound of Wen Ruohan's knuckles striking the wooden texture of the armrests, and the uneasy breathing and pounding heartbeats of the others.
The patriarchs of the various families gradually fell silent not because they suddenly understood or were persuaded by Qingheng-jun to give up their burning doubts, resentment, hatred, and disgust, but because Wen Ruohan found their voices too noisy, much like a swarm of disgusting flies buzzing incessantly in her ears. In a state of extreme displeasure, she unleashed her domineering, soul-capturing, and heart-scorching aura, which gradually intensified until it reached its peak.
Not to be outdone, Nie Changfeng, sitting opposite him, coldly unleashed his fierce aura, as sharp and unstoppable as a drawn sword, cold yet burning with power. It was like a confrontation, a clear distinction between them, and filled the entire elegant room in a short while.
Apart from Qingheng-jun, the few elders from the Wen, Lan, and Nie families who were accompanying them, and Lan Zhen-youzai-huan, Lan Jia-youzai-zhan, and Wei Ying who were observing from the side, the rest of the people from the hundred families in the room were all suffocated by the increasingly intense and oppressive aura, and the incessant and annoying barking of the dogs naturally fell silent.
Under the increasingly imposing and towering aura of this force, the family heads who had been aggressive and indignant just moments before suddenly realized that the people they were questioning were the patriarchs of the three most powerful families in the cultivation world, including the domineering, arrogant, and unpredictable Wen Ruohan, the current patriarch of the Wen family, who was absolutely superior to all others!
hiss! ! !
Everyone immediately shut up, remaining silent as if they were cicadas in winter, not daring to utter a sound, for fear of attracting Wen Ruohan's attention!
He could only outwardly lower his head and listen respectfully to Qinghengjun's speech, not daring to reveal the slightest dissatisfaction or resentment on his face, while inwardly he was quite impolite in refuting her words.
In short, although the various families obediently shut up and stopped opposing under the real threat of Wen Ruohan, Nie Changfeng, Lan Wenjing and their families, not one of them agreed with Qinghengjun's series of propositions. Even the heads of the affiliated families of the three families did not express their agreement or understanding.
Having anticipated this situation, Qingheng-jun remained calm and composed, his smile unchanged, and gracefully concluded his speech. He then glanced lightly at Wen Ruohan, who looked bored on his left, Nie Changfeng, who had a furrowed brow and a cold face on his right, and Lan Qiren, who had a blank expression with his eyes lowered. He lowered his head and dusted off the sleeve with its exquisite cloud pattern before raising his eyes and smiling again. To the astonishment of Lan Huan, Lan Zhan, and Wei Ying, he began his ultimate persuasive rhetoric—or rather, his incredibly convincing persuasive rhetoric—to convince the various factions to believe in him and even join his camp to sincerely support his cause.