Supreme sect of all multiverse

The Aftermath of a Perfect Scam

With the Azure Cloud Sect and Iron Blood Sect under his control, Lin Feng sat on his throne, stroking his chin.

"Two sects down… but eight more to go before we rule this kingdom."

Zhang Wei stretched. "Boss, we've scammed, fought, and bribed two sects into joining us… What's next? Another grand scam?"

Lin Feng's eyes twinkled. "No. We're going to do something even more terrifying…"

Jiang Tian gulped. "W-War?"

Mei Ling shuddered. "A battle against a top-tier sect?"

Lin Feng shook his head.

"No. We're going to… deal with the KINGDOM'S OFFICIALS."

Silence.

Zhang Wei gasped. "Boss, even the heavens fear those creatures…"

Mei Ling trembled. "Bureaucracy?"

Jiang Tian turned pale. "Paperwork… taxation… REGULATIONS?!"

Lin Feng nodded solemnly. "It must be done."

The disciples prayed for their sect leader's survival.

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Infiltrating the Royal Capital

Lin Feng disguised himself as a high-ranking noble, accompanied by Mei Ling and Bai Zhen as his "attendants."

Their mission: Register the Sect of Chaos as an officially recognized sect under the kingdom.

They arrived at the Sect Registration Bureau, where a frail old man with thick glasses and a stone-cold face sat behind a desk.

"Name?" the old man asked, voice monotone.

Lin Feng smiled. "The Sect of Chaos."

The old man scribbled. "Location?"

Lin Feng smirked. "Everywhere."

The old man's quill snapped in half.

Mei Ling facepalmed. "Boss, don't anger the bureaucracy!"

The old man slowly reached under his desk…

Lin Feng tensed. "Is he summoning an attack formation?!"

Slam!

A 300-page form appeared.

"Fill this out," the old man said, his eyes glowing with dark energy.

Lin Feng's soul almost left his body.

Bai Zhen whispered, "We… we're doomed."

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A Battle of Wits: Lin Feng vs. The Bureaucracy

Lin Feng grabbed the ancient, cursed document and flipped through it.

Page 1: What is your sect's primary goal?

Lin Feng wrote: World Domination.

Page 7: Does your sect specialize in alchemy, formations, or combat?

Lin Feng wrote: Yes.

Page 42: How many disciples does your sect have?

Lin Feng scribbled: Yes.

Page 99: Are you sure your sect is real?

Lin Feng: Absolutely not.

Bai Zhen whispered, "Boss… I think they're trying to break your mind."

Lin Feng smirked. "They're good. But I'm better."

He took out his ultimate weapon—a Forgery Talisman.

With a flick of his wrist, the form filled itself out perfectly.

He handed it back. "Done."

The old man's expressionless face finally changed.

His eyes widened.

"You… completed it?"

Lin Feng nodded smugly.

The old man trembled. He turned to the nearest official.

"Sir… we have an anomaly."

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The Secret Meeting of the Kingdom's Officials

Deep within the capital, the Royal Bureaucracy Council gathered.

Elder Clerk Zhang slammed his fist on the table. "A sect leader filled out the form… in one day?!"

Elder Accountant Wu wiped his sweat. "This has never happened before!"

Elder Scribe Chen adjusted his glasses. "This man… is too dangerous."

The head official, a mysterious robed figure, spoke. "We must deal with him… personally."

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A Duel Against the Bureaucracy Boss?!

The next day, Lin Feng returned to the Sect Registration Bureau to receive his certification.

Instead, he was met with…

A masked figure in golden robes.

"Lin Feng," the man said. "You have defied the laws of bureaucracy. I, Lord Grand Administrator, challenge you!"

Lin Feng cracked his knuckles. "Finally, a REAL opponent!"

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End of Chapter 45