Chapter 130: We have a dream!

Fengxi, with a sincere heart, pours his heart and blood for the Demon Race.

To enrich the spiritual lives of the Demon Race's people, he has racked his brains, and so far he has specially designed three good things for them.

First, there is the delight of floating ascension, forgetting the mortal world.

Second, there is the wonderful principle of yin-yang union and dual cultivation for mutual benefit.

Having these two, he still felt it wasn't enough, so he added a simple and brutal "opportunity‑acquisition method" that lets the Demon Race's beings engage in the most thrilling "struggle"—whether good or bad, it's obvious at a glance!

Three in a row, all arranged—does he still worry that the Demon Race's people won't have rich entertainment?

What a noble sentiment this is!

Of course, some people cannot comprehend Chief Feng's exalted state of mind and readily spew slander.

For example, that painter, and also Hougang.

In unison they say that Feng, Ten Lifetimes of Great Benevolence, Xi has a wicked heart, dark and filthy.

Fengxi is very displeased with this.

"Your words make no sense at all; you just keep throwing mud at me."

"Do you think I invented this line of work that relies on luck and opportunity?"

"No, no!"

"I got the inspiration from the stone‑gambling trade!"

"Stone‑gambling isn't just a battle of luck, is it?"

"No matter how you study it for tens of millions of years, you'll never claim to fully grasp its truth; there will always be moments of misjudgment."

"With this inspiration, I tweaked and revised until I had the present design… I merely lowered the threshold for participation a bit in the process."

"Unlike stone‑gambling, besides reading some introductory books, one must be careful and vigilant to avoid counterfeit shoddy goods from unscrupulous merchants… besides verifying technique, one must also play mind games."

"What I've designed is truly good!" Fengxi declared proudly, "No skill needed, no mind games—just have money and you can play!"

"Once bought, it's hands off; wealth is up to heaven!"

"When luck strikes, getting rich overnight is a breeze!"

Fengxi's self‑exoneration comes from high moral integrity.

"Furthermore,"

"Even if those who join have bad luck, what then?"

"First, participants can choose their own stake; as long as they don't lose their reason, any loss isn't enough to hurt muscles or bones."

"Besides, if you lose, you lose—it's simply contributing to building a beautiful Honghuang and helping the weak clans!"

"I can speak to all of heaven and earth with a clear conscience!" Fengxi thumped his chest, bang‑bang, "The resources earned from this will definitely go to charitable work!"

"I will never take even a cent of it for no reason!"

"If I break this vow, gods and men will be furious, and heaven and earth will strike me down!"

Fengxi set down his lofty words; his expression was grand, bright, and upright—a model of morality, the conscience of the Wu Clan.

The splendid radiance of human nature flashed so brightly that the little witches present had to squint, some unable to look straight at it.

After squinting, they began to whisper.

"Fake… too fake!"

"Chief Feng says he's not corrupt… maybe this isn't the real Fengxi? Has he been swapped?"

"Quite possible!"

One little witch after another leaned in, speaking neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Fengxi to hear.

Fengxi's mouth twitched, his gaze sweeping over certain people.

He made up his mind.

When his rank climbs higher in the future, in the perilous places of the Wu‑Yao Great War, he will surely call on these people to sacrifice themselves for the clan!

This dangerous idea, reflected in the window of the soul, made some little witches' hairs stand on end, and they instantly became honest.

The venue fell silent at once.

Only then did Fengxi withdraw his murderous gaze.

"How do you find my public‑welfare charity venture? Shouldn't it be better?"

Chief Feng greatly respected public opinion, soliciting views from all sides and encouraging people to speak up.

"I have a question." Hougang raised his hand to indicate, "It's a matter of life and death."

"Please speak."

"Your gambling… no, welfare opportunity, I think there's a fatal flaw." Hougang said, "Suppose… I'm just supposing."

"Like a heavenly‑secret master such as the Great Sage Fuxi, directly calculating the heavenly secrets to get your lottery numbers……"

"Then he throws down a huge sum to bet…… and so the reward payout is 2.5 million times……"

Hougang stopped there, saying no more.

But every witch present understood the implied meaning.

If this really happened, Fengxi would either lose his pants or could consider ascending to the heavenly platform.

In this thriving cultivation civilization of Honghuang, the Way of Heavenly Secrets holds too great an advantage in the realm of competition!

Others must painstakingly ponder and play guessing games, but this lineage gets the result directly!

"Indeed, this is too dangerous!" Yuchen Jiemian said, "Besides experts in heavenly‑secret arts, there are also fierce cultivators of the Great Dao such as those who perfect cosmic light… and there is even an entire dangerous stratum!"

"Great Luo!"

"They can reverse time and reshape the past!"

"I think your welfare venture might actually end up as just welfare—giving money to others!"

One little witch after another promptly gave their opinions.

A high realm means you can do as you wish!

"Not scared! Not scared!" Fengxi was brimming with confidence.

"Heavenly Secrets Technique? Cosmic Light Dao?"

He gave a cold laugh.

"So what?"

"It's simple, we can take care of it."

"Just place the confirmed result's time one day after sales stop, and it's settled, right?"

"Then we use this day to conduct statistics… hey, the final result is still just a word from us." Fengxi said calmly, "Our situation isn't like guessing dice rolls."

"First announce the result, then let people bet… we turn it around, no matter whether those participants are heavenly secrets masters, precognitives, or even those who reverse time, they'll have to eat dirt!"

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The junior witches on site glanced askance.

Holy shit!

Do you still have any shame?

You'd even do something like this?

This is a blatant black house!

Controlling the draw result… really a little crafty devil!

"As for moral standards, I lose." Hougang let out a long sigh, feeling admiring.

"Huh..." Fengxi gave a noncommittal response, "The only thing I fear is that some administrators are even more shameless than me, directly intervening and altering the final numbers."

"But fortunately, we do have backing… like if the Great Sage Fuxi dares to act, I'll cling to Houtu's thigh!"

"If the Demon Race's Great Luo doesn't act, we're sure to profit."

"But if they do act… we won't lose either."

"At that time, the decision falls into the hands of our Wu Clan. The Ancestral Witches or Great Witches can directly act in response, or they can forgo that period's profits, taking advantage of fluctuations in the Demon Race's peak combat strength to secretly arrange things."

Fengxi brimmed with confidence, his spirit soaring.

"The initiative is in our hands… we become the banker!"

"Even more, when the time comes for the sports meet, we'll combine these two."

"Betting on win or loss, betting on who will win the championship, we'll drag the Demon Race here on Kunlun Mountain completely into the mire… I can already foresee."

"Fixing matches, manipulating outcomes… each will be staged, leaving us spectators dazzled."

Fengxi took out a feather fan, waving it, adding a flourish to his clever strategies.

"The Demon Race thinks splashing dirty water on us will be useful?"

"They don't even think properly."

"Indeed, the Demon Race's scale is larger than ours, even much larger."

"But when it comes to average excellence and elite quality, our side must be stronger!"

"Our Wu Clan is a clean sweep; if the Demon Race doesn't fully unite, can they even fight us?"

"It's just to disgust us for a while!"

Fengxi, arrogantly transcendent, said, "Leave the training platform matters to me to handle."

"That charitable foundation, you guys will build it… right!" He looked at the painter, "Your earlier talk of propagandizing grand visions, though the core is wrong, the rhetoric is worth adopting."

"Take the essence, discard the dross."

"Pacify and coax those who come seeking help, and outwardly promote our Wu Clan's noble virtue; this task is yours, to warm up publicity for our welfare projects' construction, so as to roll out something reasonable… Understand?"

"I understand." The painter gladly accepted the commission.

"Very good." Fengxi's eyes gleamed, "Everyone, the crucial moment has arrived!"

"Please put in your best effort, so as not to disappoint the Ancestral Witches' expectations."

"Victory lies ahead!"

"Meeting adjourned!"

……

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Fengxi returned to his post; the Wu Clan team on Kunlun Mountain now had a backbone, and those who were slacking or harboring ulterior motives outwardly had to follow his will.

If you hold a position, you should plan for its duties.

Even if some minor witches have backgrounds that reach 'Heaven', here they must still abide by the corresponding game rules.

In fact, that background being important… indeed it is very important; at the drop of a hat one can activate cheats, feeling exhilarated and soaring.

But to say it's not important… it really isn't important.

So what if one's background reaches 'Heaven'?

In this Lich Great Tribulation era, what does a Great Luo Trumpet amount to?

Even a Tuba dares to kill to show you!

Like the Demon Race's sovereigns, they definitely have a Trumpet in the Wu Clan to observe movements… but the Twelve Ancestral Witches even constantly wish to kill their Tubas, yet still fear the Trumpet causing trouble?

Dare to jump, dare to kill!

Anyway, you dare to recklessly jump even a Trumpet; this blunt attitude thoroughly shows you're not of one mind with the Wu Clan—first crush this Trumpet, then find a chance to send your Tuba to death!

So now, Fengxi's will has received the most thorough execution.

His existence represents Houtu's attention, equivalent to holding the imperial sword.

The sword's point indicates the direction forward, colliding with the Demon Race's layout in Kunlun Mountain.

Hougang cooperates with the painter, putting on a hypocritical show on the surface; originally, because individual beings used their last lives to plead for help saving their clan, but the Wu Clan's actions dragged on, causing public outrage to gradually swell, with onlookers questioning the Wu Clan's propaganda as hollow and grandiose.

But now, the Wu Clan takes the initiative to attack, leveraging the momentum stirred up by the Demon Race's agitation, and puts on a grand show.

The painter is the brightest point in this process, the most handsome one.

He directly launches a touring lecture!

……

We have a dream!

The painter stands on the stage, delivering an impassioned speech.

Who knows how many ages ago, a great divine being split the murky Chaos, bringing light and order…… This is an immortal monument, this is an eternal lighthouse!

Our world ought to be beautiful, happy…… Great Pangu gave life the chance to be born, allowing them to feel the splendor and beauty of Honghuang.

The ancestral god hopes that all beings may here understand the truth of life; the mortal world is not a sea of suffering, but a ladder to gather provisions in the climb of eternity!

The wish of the great god Pangu is so beautiful, it ignites the dawn of the human way.

However, today we must face the fact that too many groups have not been bathed in that dawn, but are cruelly exploited and bullied!

Today, under the shackles of racial hierarchy and the fetters of unequal talent, the survival of disadvantaged groups is heavily exploited.

Today, countless beings still live amidst fire and water; living in this world is not beautiful, but cruel and desolate.

……

This is wrong, this is incorrect, this goes against the expectation of the ancestral god Pangu!

The painter's tone is generous and impassioned, criticizing the age's injustice and the cruelty of heaven and earth.

He says that every being has an inviolable right to survival, freedom, and the pursuit of happiness.

This is Pangu's dream, and also the dream of the human way.

This is the most beautiful and precious thing.

But far too many beings, whether intentionally or not, trample and desecrate it.

I know that many of you below are vested interests, or indifferent onlookers who cannot truly feel the sorrow…… But do you think, under this cruel era's backdrop, such calamity will never reach you?

The painter spoke loudly, his words filled with a mysterious Dao rhythm that makes people empathize.

In a daze, the countless beings below seemed to feel themselves replaced by those cruelly exploited and oppressed groups, undergoing their tortures, feeling their tragic lives, born merely to prepare for a worse death……

All kinds of thoughts arose and vanished uncontrollably, making many beings break out in cold sweat, their minds in turmoil.

Even a heart as cold as iron, solely focused on becoming stronger, would have some fluctuations in this situation.

When rhetoric falls short, magic makes up for it.

It's only natural that the painter would be sent to give lectures.

Heaven knows how this elite little witch cultivated such a bewitching skill…… It's nearly comparable to the Buddhist Gate's conversion method.

Once he lets loose, he can easily sway hearts; even the most cold-hearted individuals will leave a trace of ripples.

What more for ordinary sentient beings?

At this moment, who knows how many people have been affected, their former worldview slightly deviating.

The painter watches this scene, his inner calm unchanged, the emotion in his words becoming more fervent and sincere, playing with people's hearts.

Precisely because countless tragic events are constantly unfolding.

Therefore, I stand on this lectern, speaking as the supreme, great people of the Wu Clan, inheritors of Pangu's ancestral god bloodline!

Although this era is cruel, we still have a dream.

This dream is deeply rooted in the expectation of the ancestral god Pangu!

We dream that one day, all peoples will be born equal, talent may differ, but character will have no superiority or inferiority.

We dream that one day, there will be no harm or slaughter caused by the endless pursuit of greed.

This is the hope of our Wu Clan…… Precisely because we hold this belief, we Wu Clan walked out of Mount Buzhou, from that most prosperous, wealthy, stable and harmonious place, to this place filled with chaos.

Holding this belief, we will transform this place into the most harmonious, most beautiful pure land……

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