Chapter 128: Demon Race Scheming, Premier and Crown Prince

Great Treasure Sword King.

This is not a very pleasant title.

Otherwise, the two ancestor witches Houtu and Xuanming would not have been so eager to avoid it, and would have simply shoved this hat onto Fengxi.

——Whoever comes up with the idea, whoever carries it out!

Fengxi could roughly imagine such a scene……

"My merit covers the ages, sung throughout the Myriad Heavens!"

"Exactly, exactly, your contribution in dual cultivation is unmatched in the world!"

"I have proven the Dao to Great Luo, I hold heaven and enforce the Dao—who can compare?"

"Exactly, exactly, your efforts to enrich the entertainment and leisure culture construction for all beings in Honghuang are plain to see—Great Treasure Sword King!"

……

Just thinking about such a scene, Fengxi felt his mental state on the verge of collapse.

He looked helplessly and pitifully at Houtu, trying to move this superior with sincere eyes, not wanting to be pushed into the fire pit.

However, Ancestor Witch Houtu simply gave her own opinion: "Fengxi, after my simple consideration, this task is none other than yours."

"Just go ahead boldly and confidently!"

"I'll handle the liaison with the Three Pure Ones for you…… what a rare training opportunity?"

"What are you being modest and yielding for?"

"You should consider yourself a brick—wherever the organization needs you, you should actively move there!"

"Fengxi, I have high hopes for you!"

Ancestor Witch Houtu continually encouraged him, personally placing this heavy burden on Fengxi's shoulders.

In response, Fengxi struggled incessantly, making a "wuu-wuu" sound from his mouth, his reaction intense.

Houtu listened attentively, then nodded satisfied: "Fengxi, you are truly a good comrade, so delighted and eager about the organizational appointment that you're even speechless… I am greatly comforted!"

The ancestor witch sighed, such loyal and capable subordinates are rare these days.

"Well then…" Houtu murmured slightly, "If you handle this well, stabilize the situation at Kunlun Mountain so the All‑Movement Games can proceed normally."

"Then, regarding your taking kickbacks here, I can overlook it entirely…… If anyone later reports you, I'll send the complaint back—you are accepting bribes by imperial decree!"

"These are rewards for your ability and achievements…… What do you think?"

Houtu gazed with a smile, leisurely drawing a big pie on Fengxi's future prospects.

This effect was significant.

The originally restless Fengxi instantly calmed, his face beginning to flicker with hesitant, thoughtful light.

"Of course, if you disagree…… I could consider replacing you…" Houtu whispered like a demon.

"Wuu… wuu wuu…"

Before Houtu finished speaking, Fengxi nodded repeatedly, the motion even leaving an afterimage.

It was obvious he had already made a decision.

Agree!

Must agree!

Practical benefits are what matter most.

As for integrity, you can first toss it onto the ground for a while.

When the opportunity arises later, you can pick it up again!

How do those old sayings go?

Those who achieve great things do not fuss over minor details!

A true man can bend and stretch!

Without enduring storms, how can one see a rainbow?

Fengxi actively gave himself chicken soup, convincing his instincts and subconscious, spontaneously lowering his integrity threshold.

Isn't it just the Great Treasure Sword King?

He did it!

"No big deal—once I become stronger later, I'll split off this reputation, find someone to take the blame, and just fool the lower levels."

"If I happen to become strong enough to reach the peak, I'll take a weapon and visit each informed person one by one—if they disagree, I'll shark them."

Fengxi thought viciously.

Of course, in this daydream he selectively ignored the biggest informed person—Houtu.

This is indeed a mountain hard to topple.

Its steadfastness is just like Mount Buzhou.

It is nearly indestructible through myriad calamities.

"You have such a brave mindset of shouldering and bearing work—it's truly excellent." Houtu didn't know Fengxi's murmurs in his heart, but she was still satisfied in her praise, and besides lifted the magical seal on his mouth, no longer silencing him: "Our Wu Clan truly lacks someone like you as a backbone!"

"If everyone were like you, Fengxi, what worry would we have that the Wu Clan cannot defeat the Demon Race and seize the final fruits of victory?"

The ancestor witch sighed with myriad feelings.

"Lady Houtu, you overpraise me." Fengxi felt as if he had eaten coptis, his expression both sorrowful and bitter; yet, being weaker, he could not resist the superior's crazy exploitation, and instead, for the sake of that lovely little money, could only silently endure……

"For a beautiful future, sacrificing the present, sacrificing integrity is inevitable…… When the time comes, it will surely get better……"

Fengxi consoled himself, his expression gradually easing: "Subject Fengxi, I will surely not disappoint your expectations, and will satisfactorily resolve the Kunlun matter!"

"You have this heart—very good, excellent!" Houtu nodded, "But be careful, caution comes first."

The ancestor witch waved slightly, letting Fengxi follow her out of this hall dedicated to interrogation, to board the flight returning to Kunlun.

Along the way, Houtu instructed him ear‑to‑ear: "That place at Kunlun Mountain has been constantly troubled lately; to ruin the Wu Clan's pure and good reputation, the Demon Race's cabal of those with endless corrupt ideas has left no means untried."

Besides messing with gender relations among the big‑heads, they also want to drag us into the Demon Race's internal ethnic strife, hoping to make our Wu Clan a target to divert fire.

They want the exploiting middle class to resist us meddlers, and to turn the hope that the lower classes place in our Wu Clan into despair, so that they will hate us even more.

Normal methods, facing the Demon Race's internal tangled contradictions, are slow to work, so they simply take a shortcut, using hatred and disgust to forge a united front against the Wu Clan.

Standing beside the immortal vessel, Houtu said solemnly, 'These things are only the beginning, not the end.'

When you return, be more careful and prepare yourself mentally… as the Demon Race begins to act, underhanded schemes will keep emerging, and you'll encounter every sort of trick.

Kunlun Mountain has become the greatest vortex in the whole Honghuang world.

Our headquarters will give overall support and play the Heavenly Dao, but as the main person in charge there, you must not be careless.

I understand!' Fengxi declared, 'Sir, you need not worry; the Demon Race's resort to such plots shows their plans are exhausted.'

They want to make our clan a target, playing the Wu Clan threat theory, not fearing that they'll lift a stone only to drop it on their own foot.

Sir, just watch how I turn my hand to clouds and cover it to rain, suppressing one side, making the Demon Race reap what they sow.

Oh?' Houtu looked amused at Fengxi's bragging, not scolding or exposing him, 'Then I'll wait to see your performance.'

If you perform well, I'll give a big reward!

……

It's all messed up!

It's really all messed up!

Around a big round table sat elite young Wu, and we heard Hougang sighing there, 'From the death of that Danshen dog at our interview point, everything has gone haywire.'

Damn, do they really think we're perfect goody‑two‑shoes? Slapping a justice template on us, putting a saint's halo on our heads.

The Demon Race's own internal brutal, bloody oppression—why should we Wu Clan be put in charge of it?

Other races imprison and farm them, drinking their blood, cutting their flesh—then they'd risk their lives to resist… but they're putting all their hope on us?

They have no spirit of resistance at all, just waiting for others to help them!

But setting aside our lack of manpower and whether we can manage it, if we really did take charge, we'd see little benefit, expose the dark side behind… and be uniformly opposed by the vested‑interest class— that's not appropriate!

In the meeting room, Hougang kept complaining.

But we can't just say we won't care, right?' Xiling shook her head, 'After all, the timing of this incident is terribly awkward.'

Originally it was a matter from the training platform, leaving us somewhat passive; a large group of bewitched beings wearing tinted glasses look at the Wu Clan… now another act comes, directly pointing at our promoted Wu Clan image— inheriting Pangu the Great God's will, having the duty to lead Honghuang and nurture all beings.

Since we are to nurture all beings.

So when others come to you crying injustice… can you just say, I don't care?

If you really said that, even the last fig leaf would be ripped off.

The young Wu present listening all felt a headache.

If we really can't, we'll go all out!' Hougang gritted his teeth, 'Change strategy!'

All the oppressed lower‑class Demon Race commoners of Honghuang… it's time to rise up!

Our Wu Clan fights heaven and earth, liberating all oppressed and exploited peoples, tearing apart the shackles of the Demon Race's food chain!

Hougang spoke fiercely, uttering words that would shock even Shi Potian, making every Wu present turn pale.

Don't act rashly!' Qingxuan said in a low voice.

I'm not acting rashly!' Hougang retorted, 'Isn't this exactly the purpose for which our Wu Clan was founded?'

Dissatisfied with the rules of this era!

Anyway, when war finally breaks out, we'll surely raise the banner I spoke of— a righteous, grand army to attack heaven and sever the Dao!

But this is not the right moment!' Yuchen solemnly, his expression far more serious and solemn than before, seeming like a different person, 'The current state of heaven and earth: the spark is not yet mature, the overall situation not yet laid out.'

Our Wu Clan has not yet built a complete united alliance for coordinated action; acting rashly would only plunge us into each fighting their own battles, letting that heaven‑changing spark be extinguished before it even burns.

Exactly! That's the reason!' Boyang agreed with Yuchen's words, 'We still need to wait patiently, step by step… when the right moment comes, we'll sound the horn of rebellion!'

I'm afraid that if we keep going like this, the horn will never sound.' Hougang rolled his eyes, 'Both the Wu Clan and Demon Race high‑ups know each other's ideological differences, they're aware of it.'

If the Demon Race gains an advantage and gets a sweet deal here in Kunlun, then copying it elsewhere… just thinking about that scenario makes one's head swell.

Pull one hair and the whole body moves!

Still no.' Xiling tapped the table, 'Too radical, too risky, the chance of failure is too high!'

If the Wu and Demon races go to all‑out war now, some Heavenly Dao spokesperson would laugh themselves crazy… the ancestral Wu elders have considered this.

Unless we completely restrain that person, not giving them a chance to interfere on the battlefield, only then can our Wu Clan army move out.

Until then, we can only rely on the identity of the orthodox successor of Pangu to deal with them indirectly, making that great power‑holder in heaven and earth wary.

But the premise of that wariness is that we must not be overly 'virtueless'… our starting a war already gives enough excuse for that.

Pangu, Honghuang, Heavenly Dao, all beings.

This is a very complex relationship.

Let's draw an analogy.

Pangu is like the founding emperor.

Honghuang is the dynasty.

All beings are the subjects.

Heavenly Dao has the duty to govern Honghuang; the three thousand Great Luo and three thousand Heavenly Wills are all its officials.

And among them, the supreme one who directly speaks for Heavenly Dao is the Chancellor!

The Chancellor holds great power.

If the Chancellor's power is strong, it can even dilute the emperor's authority.

In the present age, Pangu has no trace… equivalent to the former emperor having passed away.

In terms of authority, the Chancellor—Heavenly Dao's spokesperson Hongjun—acts as regent, to return power to the crown prince when he comes of age.

But is it really that easy?

The Chancellor harbored a slight wicked thought, shouting, 'How could there be a Chancellor of the boundless calamity, who never ceases to ponder making the Crown Prince abdicate?'

The Crown Prince—of the Wu Clan—naturally refused.

Clutching the former emperor's last edict, he solemnly declared that treacherous ministers and villainous sons should die; I am the legitimate ruler!

Thus the dynasty was divided, and the civil and military officials of the court each took their stand.

Those who followed the Chancellor took his governing principles as their creed.

Those who followed the Crown Prince shouted, 'Pangu is supreme!' and resolutely set out on the road to oppose the treacherous chancellor.

The incessant feuding between the two sides is the root of the Great Calamity.

At present, the Crown Prince is frail, his arms and legs somewhat slender; beholding the Chancellor's established might—having quelled the rebel leader Rahu, instituted heavenly rules and regulations—he feels incapable of opposing it.

It would be wise to first steady oneself.

Since the aim is stability, openly fighting head‑on is naturally unwise.

One may scheme, but actual blood‑shed…

Better to forget it.

Xiling interpreted the forebears' witch ideas, a helpless realistic assessment, urging Hougang not to be too rash.

"When will we have locked up the Heavenly Dao's spokesperson in a cage? Only then is it truly the right moment for the great showdown." Xiling shook her head, her beautiful brows knit tightly, "Otherwise, even if we can defeat the Demon Race, at the crucial moment Hongjun will saunter out and say—'I pity all beings of heaven and earth; under the Great Calamity, how innocent they are—so let the Wu and Demon clans cease hostilities?'"

"From now on, the Demons shall rule heaven and the Wu shall rule earth!"

"Look!"

"Thus, all the war advantages we have gained will come to naught."

"The Demon Race is ever defeated but never destroyed, always able to regroup and fight us to the death!"

"In the end, they will drain our blood to the last drop, leaving us no strength to fight back."

Xiling said this, sighing without end.

The Wu Clan ultimately suffered a loss in this Great Calamity.

The shortcoming lay in insufficient peak combat strength.

If we could press the Heavenly Dao to the ground and rub it, how wonderful that would be!

Unfortunately, this is a bit unrealistic; we always end up getting the worst of it.

(End of chapter)