Simply put, it means letting himself replace Hongmeng and establish a new ancient martial arts organization.

Chu Ming's heart was burning with anxiety and he wanted to agree immediately, but he did not dare to take on this heavy burden.

"Don't hesitate, you are indeed the most suitable candidate!"

As he spoke, Qiu Zhipeng took out an exquisite box from his arms and handed it to Chu Ming.

"This is the official seal of the Ancient Martial Arts Organization. Take it and you will be the new head of the Ancient Martial Arts Organization.

Of course, you can choose any name for the new organization, and you can also choose your own title. I think the title of Ancient Martial Arts Ancestor is a good one.

Also, the Huaxia Federation will allocate 9 trillion to support your work and help you build your team as quickly as possible."

Chu Ming couldn't help but tremble when he heard Qiu Zhipeng's words.

"Nine, nine trillion?"

Chu Ming was shocked by this number.

Looking back at the time when I bargained with the Hongmeng Organization for five million, the gap was really huge.

This is in line with the great temperament of China!

Nine trillion, oh my god.

In that case, let’s do it!

When a person dies, birds fly up to the sky. What’s there to be afraid of?

So, under Qiu Zhipeng's expectant gaze, Chu Ming took over the ancient martial arts official seal that represented the privileges of ancient martial arts.

The official seal was dark gold in color and heavy, with a red five-pointed star engraved in the center and four lines of large characters inscribed on the back:

Establish your mind for the world,

To establish a mission for the people,

To carry on the lost knowledge of the past sages,

Bring peace to the world forever!

There is a line of small characters at the bottom: "Protect the home, defend the country, and ensure the safety of the nation!"

"this……"

Chu Ming's eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt that the weight of this ancient martial arts seal was heavier than Mount Tai.