Chapter 13: The world of great divine powers is so dirty……

The strength of realms, the level of Dao practice… such terms are hard to express and describe in ordinary language.

But that doesn't mean they aren't important.

On the contrary, this is still a crucial point in a showdown!

"If I encounter an enemy of superior realm, what should I do?"

Fengxi asked Di Jiang for guidance.

When he heard from this ancestor witch that those Great Luo experts pay no heed to ceremony, with all sorts of trumpets blaring… a casual passerby on the road might well be one of the countless incarnations of some great divine power.

Such a lunatic situation made Fengxi worried—one day he might run into a similar fate, being slapped to the ground and beaten by a cheater.

"It's simple." Thus line: "Di Jiang Zu Wu lived up to his expectation, directly giving the countermeasure: "First, check each other's cultivation."

"If they're about the same?"

"Then you run, using all your strength to run!" Di Jiang said, "In battle, realm and Dao practice dominate, but when fleeing they do not."

"Fleeing tests cultivation, the proficiency of one's divine powers!"

"But if the opponent's realm is higher, their divine abilities should also be stronger, right?" Fengxi wondered, "Wouldn't pure flight just expose my rear weakness to the enemy?"

"In that case, it'd be better to turn and fight…"

"If you can't even flee as well as they can, where does your confidence to counter‑kill come from?" Di Jiang asked in surprise, "Besides dying faster, I see no other possibility."

"And even if fleeing still gets you caught… that delay might bring about some new variable."

Fengxi was lost for words, having nothing to say.

"Besides, don't think fleeing is shameful…" Di Jiang clicked his tongue, "You must understand, the opponent is a cheater, their true strength exceeds yours by who knows how many times."

"Others bully the weak with strength—why would you stubbornly rush in and fight recklessly?"

"Of course one should shift strategy, preserve a useful self, wait for a later chance to regain face." The ancestor witch taught patiently, imparting life wisdom: "Once one attains True Immortality, one is eternal… Our Honghuang world is not some crippled little realm with limited lifespan, where we can only hope to bloom in a fleeting brilliance, to be sung and remembered by posterity, achieving spiritual immortality."

"Because of a moment's impulse, throwing away one's little life… it's not worth it!"

"After the strategic shift succeeds, write the opponent's name in a little notebook, look at it each morning to cheer yourself—immortals take revenge, a billion years is not late."

"Then keep observing the target… when a chance appears, strike him suddenly!"

Di Jiang seemed moved, making listener Fengxi feel—this ancestor witch must have had a past hard to recall?

The gossip‑burning soul in him blazed, he was very curious about Di Jiang's story behind the scenes.

Of course, his rational mind suppressed this self‑destructive impulse.

Instead, he listened earnestly to the teachings, etching Thus line: "Di Jiang Zu Wu's life experience into his heart.

This is the experienced talk of a success—where could one normally hear such a thing?

"This is the case when cultivation is about equal." Di Jiang continued, "But what if your cultivation far exceeds the opponent's?"

"Depending on the situation, you might consider a counter‑strike."

"If you can't win, then run." The ancestor witch chuckled, "Indeed, the advantage of realm and Dao practice lets one see far ahead and plan long‑term."

"But if your cultivation is high, you might overturn that advantage."

"It's like a chess game where the opponent is a grandmaster, experienced, with exquisite skill, and sees the big picture."

"But if it's a handicap match? Then there's a chance to fight."

"Even if the board rules favor cultivation, like in Five‑in‑a‑Row? Then you could easily turn the tables!"

"Of course, if even that fails to gain the upper hand… then fleeing is the best plan."

"It's not that I didn't give you a chance—you're just useless!"

"If you can't even win a handicap match, what's the point of not running?"

Fengxi listened, nodding repeatedly, acknowledging that Di Jiang's words were quite right.

He took out a small notebook and earnestly recorded the ancestor witch's words.

—Although it's said that True Immortal cultivation grants unmatched memory.

But this is a matter of attitude, showing Feng‑some person's respect and regard for the great ancestor witch's teachings!

Just as Fengxi finished recording and happened to write a after‑thought, Thus line: "Di Jiang Zu Wu suddenly let out a soft sigh.

"What's wrong?"

Fengxi looked bewildered.

"It's time to end." Di Jiang said, "The battle should be over."

Fengxi instantly turned, focusing on the battlefield… but he didn't understand.

Both sides were still fighting fiercely.

But Di Jiang said, "Your nine teammates are doomed to lose; after another hundred or so rounds they'll be able to flop down smoothly."

"Does this mean the true forms of the ancestor witch elders are stronger than the Great Luo beings behind them?"

Fengxi's eyes lit up; he clearly knew his stance and firmly stood on the Wu Clan's side.

"Not necessarily…" Di Jiang chuckled, "In here there are two or three pairs whose true strength is hardly different."

"It's just that right now they're at a disadvantage in physique."

"How can mass‑produced lesser witch bodies be compared to the foundations of us ancestor witches?"

"So they lost, and their loss is rather unjust."

"Like…" Di Jiang's tone was strange, looking at the poor fellow being chased by Houtu, "What a pity."

"So from the start, this battle's outcome was actually already decided?" Fengxi's eye twitched, "We simply can't win."

"That's only natural." Di Jiang said matter‑of‑factly, "It was meant to slap upstarts, to let the incoming Great Luo know the host‑guest distinction… how could we lose?"

"If we win, all is well… if we lose?"

"Then it would be a truly heaven‑shattering, earth‑splitting event!"

"Never mind winning by overpowering with foundations or blowing a black whistle… you still have to win!"

"This principle isn't just understood by us…… actually those people understand it too." Di Jiang indicated with his gaze, Fengxi followed his look; those whose defeat was judged as a foregone conclusion, his good 'teammates', each of their faces showed no trace of dejection, as if it were quite normal, "Their intention was to come inspect and invest in the Wu Clan, not to wreck the place."

"Win or lose? They aren't too concerned about it; they won't go all out to seize victory."

"A tentative exchange among everyone will suffice."

"Otherwise, if you want to make us lose face, you can just use the tactic of the inferior chariot against the superior chariot..." Di Jiang shrugged indifferently, "There will always be some Ancestral Witch who loses face."

"Of course, after that, what they will face…… is our Twelve Ancestral Witches all coming out and overwhelmingly killing their true forms!"

Fengxi heard the words and fell into silence.

At this moment, his mind held only one thought——

The world of great supernatural beings, with all kinds of py transactions running rampant, is really filthy!

(End of chapter)