Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1484 - 715: You Are the Leader of Our Dragons!

The two of them stood straight, their hands crossing over their heads, then bent heavily to kneel down in worship.

The loud voice echoed in the empty cave, drowning out the crackling of the tallow torches burning in the corners.

This sudden turn of events left Fang Cheng momentarily stunned.

The hand he had secretly been gathering blood and energy with slightly loosened, his eyes showing a hint of bewilderment.

The twelve new elite members still kneeling in the rear opened their mouths in shock, eyes wide open.

Their gazes flitted back and forth between Fang Cheng, clad only in a pair of red shorts, and the two leaders kneeling in salute.

For this "recognition ceremony", the faces of everyone present filled with incredulous shock and curiosity.

In the underground cave, water slowly seeped from the cracks in the rock walls, gathering into droplets.

With a "plop", one hit the ground, remarkably distinct.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his shock.

He looked down, scrutinizing the respectful expressions of the old and young duo, thoughts racing through his mind.

"You’ve mistaken me for someone else."

Fang Cheng spread his right hand open, looking at the silver key in his palm, and responded flatly:

"I told you earlier, this is something a friend gave me. I’m not your Chairman."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Hongxin did not rise.

The aged vice chairman maintained his prostrate position, slowly lifting his head.

On his age-spotted face, not a trace of embarrassment showed, but instead, an expression of utmost certainty.

"You need not test us."

Zheng Hongxin swallowed, moistening his dry throat, then continued:

"The rules of the True Thought Society have been passed down through generations. The Silver Key is the guild’s supreme token of inheritance, passed only when the previous Chairman decides to retire or encounters an insurmountable event. Thus, seeing this item is akin to seeing the Chairman himself."

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly in retort:

"Since it’s a token, it could’ve just been someone’s lost item that I happened to pick up, right?"

"There’s absolutely no possibility of that."

Zheng Hongxin placed his hands on the ground, shaking his head:

"Even if you chanced upon the Silver Key, if you were not the chosen successor by the Chairman, you would not have been able to traverse space and arrive here."

He raised his hand, pointing to the Truth Stele behind Fang Cheng, which had regained its eerie blue luster.

"To activate the space anchor set by the Silver Key, a special ancient and obscure spell is required."

"The pronunciation of that spell is so bizarre; it doesn’t belong to any known language system in the world today. In the past, the guild secretly employed several top-tier linguistics professors worldwide to try to decode it, all to no avail."

Zheng Hongxin paused, his eyes locking onto Fang Cheng’s, his voice hoarse yet resolute:

"In this world, there is only one person who knows the correct pronunciation of this spell and can successfully resonate with the Truth Stele."

"That is our former Chairman, Mr. Su Jing’an."

"Since you can appear here, it means you must know the complete activation method, which could only have been personally taught to you by President Su."

Listening to this well-reasoned, logical analysis, Fang Cheng found himself somewhat at a loss for words.

He couldn’t very well tell them that he had dived ten thousand meters under the sea, retrieving this key from the ruins of an ancient city on the ocean floor.

And as for those so-called mysterious spells and activation methods, they were comprehended and mastered purely through his own talent.

If this fact were to come out, not only would it expose his hand, but the zealots before him might react excessively.

As Fang Cheng remained silent, Chen Jiandong, who had been kneeling beside Zheng Hongxin, was staring up at him, examining Fang Cheng’s face in the firelight.

At first, Chen Jiandong only perceived the intimidating presence of this new Chairman’s bronzed skin and robust body.

But as he continued to look, his brow furrowed gradually, and a nameless sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

That sharply-defined, somewhat stern face seemed to have appeared somewhere in a corner of his memory.

Chen Jiandong’s mind suddenly flashed back to the "Sunshine Island Tour" group from six months ago.

At the time, he was the instructor sent by the True Thought Society, responsible for teaching basic meditation techniques to those tourists, secretly screening for promising potentials.

Among them, there seemed to be a young man who always sat in the back, silent and reticent,

whose features astonishingly overlapped with those of the bare-skinned Chairman before him, like a Divine Son descended upon the world.

Chen Jiandong’s pupils flickered, his heart racing uncontrollably.

Could it be?

Could that ordinary tourist who hadn’t even touched the threshold of meditation six months ago now be holding the Silver Key, transcending space to arrive at the altar and becoming the True Thought Society’s new Chairman?

Fang Cheng, with extremely keen senses, immediately noticed the change in Chen Jiandong’s gaze.

He turned his eyes, meeting Chen Jiandong’s stare.

With just that look, Fang Cheng instantly recognized the other’s identity.

It was the very Instructor Chen who always wore a stern face and was in charge of lessons during his time in the meditation class on Yong’an Island six months ago.

Their gazes met.

Chen Jiandong immediately lowered his head in respect.

Yet, his heart was full of questions, continuing to ponder carefully.

His impression was of that student who wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a gentle and reserved aura, looking like he had just graduated, a college student with no combat abilities.

The disparity in demeanor between that figure and the muscle-bound, vigorous new Chairman before him now was as vast as the heavens and the earth.