Chapter 102

Mu is not timid.

As a Great Luo, what's there to be timid about?

His iron bones clank, a true tough guy!

Even an ancestor witch cannot let him violate justice principles and bow down, doing something illegal and disrupting order!

However…

Fengxi's situation now hasn't yet risen to that level.

Although this little witch is suspected of slandering the ancestor and great witches, believing that these highly esteemed, impeccably behaved Great Luos, in the demonic path, are white-gloved puppets who are ordered to do dirty work, to kill chickens to scare monkeys, and to force the wandering cultivators outside the two major factions to take sides.

But after all, it's just his personal guess!

He hasn't yet spread rumors or smeared the image of the Wu Clan's high-level leaders, right?

So after this little fellow deeply recognizes his mistake and writes an excellent self-criticism, it's not impossible to forgive him a little.

Who can be forever correct and never make a mistake?

Knowing one's faults and being able to correct them is the greatest virtue.

As a qualified, excellent, broad-minded great witch, one shouldn't be overly harsh in holding onto subordinates' mistakes; instead, one should patiently guide them and feel happy about their growth, right?

This absolutely has nothing to do with the factor of Houtu Ancestral Witch managing the wage distribution of all great and small witches of the Wu Clan, a factor truly not to be provoked!

Thus convincing himself, Mu felt somewhat sorrowful, holding a pessimistic view of the era's prevailing trends.

"Alas… the world's morals decline, and people's hearts are no longer ancient."

The years flow by, people's hearts… are no longer as simple and pure as in the ancient past.

How saddening this is!

But Mu, feeling sorrowful, discovered something amiss.

"Uh… wait a moment!"

"People's hearts not being ancient is people's hearts not ancient, but to say the world's morals are declining… maybe not yet?"

"No no no… it seems to have become better than before."

"Looking back, only with the Beast Emperor Shen Ni and the Demon Path Ancestor Luo Hou as background did the Dragon-Phoenix Great Calamity truly become utterly insane."

"Each harboring wickedness in their hearts, full of evil schemes, digging pits everywhere, killing whoever falls in…"

"Now, comparing with the past, people's hearts actually seem more simple and pure?"

"In that case, the world's morals are on the rise!"

Mu arrives at an answer that is both laughable and exasperating.

He shakes his head, again and again, striving to clear that absurd, twisted answer from his mind, so as not to taint his honest spirit.

He shakes the self-criticism in his hand, meets Fengxi's expectant gaze, under the vigorous applause of Xiling beside him, and under the proud, almost divine gaze of the mini Houtu, Mu clears his throat and proceeds with a formal statement.

"Fengxi little witch, you're not bad, have excellent awareness, you are the flower of the Wu Clan, the future bearer of the great Wu Clan's cause……"

He highly praises Fengxi's self-criticism result, commends and affirms his strategy (blow) planning (praise) empress (soil) behavior, and cheers on the spirit of constantly understanding superiors' opinions and striving for the Wu Clan's cause!

This is the victory of the loyal!

"Your such behavior, such mindset, is very good, can serve as a model, become a learning target for the broad little witch crowd……" Mu patted Fengxi's shoulder, "However, if we were to promote it, there are several points to note…… Here I'll simply say two sentences."

Blah blah, ha ha ha……

The great witch, once he opened his chatterbox, never stopped.

At first, Fengxi endured and listened, putting on a proper expression on his face.

Although he couldn't speak, putting on an expression of 'you're saying it too well, too correctly' was still simple.

However, after a quarter hour, his constant nodding motion became stiff and slow.

After two quarter hours, Fengxi's eyes became somewhat dazed.

After three quarter hours, his gaze lost its luster, as if trapped in the midst of the three philosophical questions.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

Writing the self-criticism took only a quarter hour.

But listening to Mu's 'simple' two sentences took three quarter hours!

Together, they added up to exactly half an hour.

Only then did the great witch stop, no longer improvising, saying how to summarize and publicize Fengxi's current behavior, adding a textbook‑like case for future Wu Clan work.

"Little fellow, want to play mind games with me?" Mu glanced at Fengxi, whose soul had flown heaven‑ward, not knowing what year it was, "Using the ancestor witch to command the great witch, tossing around the leadership inspection routine?"

"Attempting to prematurely end the silence punishment?"

"You're joking! Don't I care about face?"

"Say I'll ban you for half an hour, then I'll ban you for half an hour—don't even think of getting less!"

"Ha! After all my years of struggle, my trumpet incarnations outnumber all the beings you've ever seen—what scene haven't I witnessed?"

"Young people, really too naïve!"

The great witch, his words not yet exhausted, a slight smile on his face, lifted Fengxi's speech ban, and solemnly asked: "Did you understand all that?"

"Understood!"

To Mu's astonishment, Fengxi, who had seemed to lose himself, like a walking corpse, instantly returned to full vigor after the seal was lifted.

He responded in the most exalted tone, loudly answering the great witch, and moreover extrapolated, expanding on what Mu had previously said, analyzing how to excel in Wu Clan work with sound reasoning and evidence.

"Thus, people's hearts can be steadied, fighting spirit can be firm, and the Wu Clan's victory is right before our eyes!"

Fengxi's fervent, passionate words gave Mu a bit more drive.

But soon the great witch reacted, his gaze toward Fengxi feeling somewhat… testy.

He deeply suspected that this little clever ghost was deliberately feigning a lost-spirit appearance, successfully causing the great shaman's chatterbox that could go on for three days and nights to shut within a quarter hour.

——This damnable skill and ability, no wonder it would be valued by Houtu.

Damn it, this is really a crooked talent!

The great shaman weakly waved his hand, his face wearing a constipated expression, gesturing for Fengxi to quickly move away.

Fengxi was quite savvy, he slipped away in a puff of smoke, blending into the group of lesser shamans on the warship.

Just as he entered, Xiling patted his shoulder, "Fengxi, you're a good little shaman."

"Not at all, not at all." Fengxi said modestly.

"No need to be modest... once we reach Kunlun Mountain and the situation stabilizes, you can come to my workplace and have some fun." Xiling spoke grandly, "I am in charge of the Jade Pool region, liaising with the forces of the Golden Mother... there are plenty of good things there!"

"Definitely! Definitely!" Fengxi nodded repeatedly.

After making the Jade Pool promise, Fengxi was made uneasy all over by wave after wave of sighs from someone.

"Yuchen, what's wrong with you?"

"You, a fine person, why turn to banditry?" Yuchen, under Xiling's unfriendly gaze, gave a heartfelt condemnation.

Fengxi fell silent for a moment, then softly spoke, "Remember the past, it is the teacher of the future... Don't you remember?"

"Just now there was a lovely person who didn't want to be a bandit, with extraordinary talent, who was made into an innate spiritual treasure..."

(End of chapter)