Chapter 133: Cheat On, Bully Newbies

Time flies, years pass like a shuttle.

In Honghuang, heaven and earth still proceed steadily as before.

But the world remains the world, the stage remains the stage, yet the Actors have a subtle difference, and consequently their opposing scenes also change somewhat.

Great Luo Heaven's Will takes all beings as pawns, engaging in slaughter and chess, forming alliances and strategies.

When the pawns change, when the board changes, they will inevitably be affected bit by bit.

Sometimes, when the younger brother strives, it also gives the elder brother face.

Like recently, Ancestor Witch Houtu has been a little pleased and proud.

Loyal and brave little Fengxi did not disappoint her high hopes; in Kunlun he withstood wave after wave of wind and rain tribulations, over several hundred years thoroughly driving the Wu Clan's nail deep, greatly increasing the clan's influence.

Although, this process is not easy.

The Demon Race's upper echelons did not stand by, constantly trying to add obstacles, pouring basin after basin of dirty water, and even when severe, Heaven's Will intervened, directly altering the numbers of fortune and destiny, aiming to make Fengxi go bankrupt and jump off a mountain.

However, the dirty water was barely resolved; the Demon Race's Heaven's Will intervention was canceled out by the Wu Clan's equal strength entering the fray... Thus, they have stubbornly made it to today, and will continue onward.

This is a victory!

Ancestor Witch Houtu, how could she not be delighted by this?

In the end, Fuxi the Great Sage, who had a brief standoff with her over the lottery results, exclaimed aloud, 'Houtu, you truly have keen eyes! You picked a good helper!'

"Not at all, not at all!" Houtu the Ancestor Witch said modestly, her face beaming, 'It's all luck; I casually picked a vanguard, and they all turned out this capable and able... What else can I do?'

"I'm also quite helpless!"

The two peak powerhouses stood in Suiyue Changhe, exchanging verbal barbs.

Finally, Fuxi the Great Sage let out a soft sigh, his complexion inexplicably receded.

Houtu won a small victory, raised her head, puffed her chest, and left the battlefield proudly.

After she returned to Buzhoutian Pillar, thinking of Fengxi's great contribution, she summoned her subordinates, bringing a sum of merit reward to Kunlun as a gesture of consolation.

Fengxi accepted it with a smile.

……

"Lady Houtu, you're truly a good person!"

Having received the reward, Fengxi sighed, 'Having money, and being generous!'

"With this money, my little trumpets that cry for food can be strengthened another round."

He rubbed his hands, activating the cheat bestowed by Fuxi the Great Sage in days past—the Qi Luck Merit System—to transfer funds, arranging to move the money from the main card to various subsidiary cards.

No handling fee, instant transfer, system cheat, you deserve to have it!

Fengxi repeatedly marveled at the convenient divine efficacy of the Qi Luck Great Dao, making it impossible to put down.

"My trumpets, keep it up!"

"Lady Houtu, the reward you've given out is so much it's almost catching up to the profit I make every hundred years from selling a calligraphy piece to Many Treasures..."

"With such considerate treatment of subordinates, how could I not devote myself body and soul until death, to swiftly set up the firewall of the reincarnation system, patch loopholes, and prevent being breached by the Sacred Emperor's personnel using viruses?"

Fengxi self-hypnotized, gave himself a boost, and passed this mental instruction to each trumpet, urging them to exert effort, exert even more effort!

"Tuba, you're so wordy! Every so often when you call, you emphasize three efforts, five advances... Isn't that annoying?"

Feng·666·Xi's mental undulations transmitted back, complaining about the big trumpet like an old lady.

"Can this be called wordy?" Fengxi's emotions flared, 'If I weren't afraid you'd let my investment go down the drain, I wouldn't even bother managing you!'

Upon getting excited, he revealed his true psyche.

"You guys had better pay attention!"

"Within the limit of one yuanhui's calamity, if you don't succeed in stealing heaven and replacing the sun before the deadline, shielding the world's rejection mechanism, you're just waiting to die!"

"Hahaha!" Trumpet 666 laughed proudly, "You really don't need to worry about that!"

"As clever, quick-witted, and supremely talented as this trumpet, one yuanhui, twelve million nine thousand six hundred years, is more than enough!"

"Once I crush this village tyrant who's never seen the big world, I can begin establishing the Heavenly Court, offering sacrifices to the world's origin, begin revising permits, and as a black‑house identity seize cosmic authority, whitening and ascending!"

Trumpet 666's fighting spirit soared.

After several hundred years of ignoble development, hiding in some corner of the traversed universe, having maxed out self‑preservation and stealth skills, now at last his divine art is perfected, and he can indulge.

"Just don't capsize," the tuba's message came, urging caution again and again.

"Relax, relax," Feng·666·Xi said carelessly, "All right, I'm still in battle; let's touch base later!"

He nonchalantly hung up, then on one hand mentally counted the funds sent by the tuba, pondering how to spend them later, while on the other he waved at the divine existence whose blood‑qi shook the starry sky ahead, saying, "Hurry up and act, stop showing off."

"The money‑manager demands I raise efficiency." Trumpet 666 forced a stern face, "So hurry up and come get killed!"

"Once you're dead, the authority of heaven and earth will have no reliance, perfect for me to take over."

Feng·666·Xi's whole body brimmed with villainous aura; the divine existence he faced grew angry, killing intent bursting forth, shattering a stretch of starry sky, "Do you covet this seat of supreme divinity?!"

"Reckless!"

"Ridiculous!"

"I pity you for your hard cultivation; I originally wanted to let you enter my divine court as a god‑general to conquer the four directions… but I never expected you to be a deluded fool, seeking your own death!"

The angry killing intent condensed into substance, driving myriad paths, shattering stretches of star river, moving to suppress and kill Trumpet 666.

However, at this moment Trumpet 666's figure became faint, untouchable by all laws, unharmed by all things, calmly dissipating the killing calamity.

The divine existence was somewhat surprised, then his anger and killing intent gradually subsided, replaced by indifference, with a hint of cruelty deep in his eyes.

"I have cultivated and attained the Way, waged war on the divine path for two thousand years, slain countless heaven‑proud ones, destroyed thousands of clans… one divine art accomplished, myriad bones wither."

"Before today, I searched the whole universe, yet found no one worthy to be my opponent; the world is utterly silent!"

"I never imagined I could still slaughter a being of some interest today."

The divine existence is very arrogant; although Trumpet 666 shows some peculiarities, he remains confidently invincible—this is an invincible mindset accumulated from a lifetime of undefeated warfare and slaughter.

"Oh oh oh, that's amazing!" Feng·666·Xi boasted awkwardly, pulling at his ears, "Unrivaled in the cosmos, invincible for a lifetime, beating all under heaven and earth!"

Are you so proud and arrogant about something like this?

But suppose one day you prove there are realms beyond realms, heavens beyond heavens; the essence of this universe, when actually calculated, is still no better than a village. People with strength like yours are a dime a dozen, and those stronger than you are countless… Don't you feel your face slapped painfully by the words you just said?

The 666 Trumpet's poison-tongue skill is maxed. "You know, as someone who has seen the big world, hearing every word you just said, I automatically and unconsciously add a word after it—'village'!"

"You've beaten every invincible in the village; you deserve this title!"

"The old yellow ox in the village, the big white goose at the village entrance—none can withstand a single blow!"

666 unleashed lip blade tongue sword; 666 broke through the defense; 666 dealt mental critical strike damage to the opponent; 666's opponent became furious.

"Just relying on verbal tricks! I'll tear you apart, extract your soul and refine your spirit, let you talk your fill!"

The god's presence surged forward; the god's presence shattered the star river; the god's presence went on a killing spree; the god's presence… flopped.

His body was torn to dust, his soul extracted, perfectly fulfilling what he had just said—being fulfilled.

"How is that possible?" the god, now only a soul, roared, unable to accept this fact.

Invincible as he was, he who had defeated all invincibles under heaven and earth, actually lost!

And he lost so miserably!

Simply unimaginable!

"Why impossible? The moment you arrogantly consider yourself invincible, you have already lost." Fengxi stood with hands behind his back, "Because the Dao knows no bounds!"

So, absolute invincibility, absolute undefeatability, is simply impossible.

The moment you think you're invincible, you've already blocked your own path forward.

Humility makes one progress; arrogance makes one fall behind.

"Such a simple truth, how can you not understand it?" 666 wore a solemn, sacred expression, as if his earlier poison-tongue demeanor never existed. "You consider yourself invincible and stagnate; I humbly seek the Dao, growing stronger each day. So what's strange about defeating and killing you?"

"Is that so…" the soul murmured, then it began a grim laugh, the laughter growing louder until it abruptly stopped.

The injuries were too severe; the soul shattered.

Only at this moment did Fengxi leisurely add a few more words.

"The grand principle is true, but I'm deceiving you."

"The simplest reason I can defeat you is… I'm cheating!" He said with a cool remark, "It was obvious just now."

"Your universe, compared to Honghuang, is just a dilapidated little village."

"I study at the Wu Clan's highest academy, and I'm still an exchange student of the Dao sect, having witnessed countless civilizations, understood more than a dozen Great Daos leading to the eternal shore… Even cultivating time, just squatting the Tuba in the time secret realm yields millions of years."

"What do you have to compare with me?"

"How can shallow water raise a true dragon?"

"Unless you also have, like me, a special backer who can stir the time river a bit."

"Or even simply a Trumpet naturally derived from a certain Great Luo… I turned and left without a word."

Fengxi sighed with feeling, "Unfortunately, you only have a back view, no background at all."

"Dealing with you is just bullying novices!"

The reserves of wisdom, knowledge, and information themselves are a precious cheat.

Things like reincarnating into the past, traveling to ancient times, essentially rely on knowledge outside the rules to bully people.

Otherwise, playing by someone else's game rules will eventually get you played to death.

And when placed in the realm of cultivation, the accumulation of knowledge and wisdom is even more extraordinary.

Omniscience is omnipotence!

However, accumulating to the point of being called a 'cheat' in this regard is comparatively difficult.

But for Fengxi, this problem does not exist.

Behind him stands the entire Wu Clan faction, plus part of the Dao sect.

So, coming to this universe is like blowing up fish in a small pond.

You are undefeated in ten thousand battles, invincible on the god's path?

I'm cheating.

Your talent is unmatched, you marvelously participate in the Heavenly Dao?

I'm still cheating.

The life of a cheat is just this boring and tasteless.

"My fellow compatriots should all be like me, bullying novices and slaughtering the young, right?"

The 666 Trumpet muttered something, shook his head, reached out and scooped up— the heavenly authority he relied on was now grasped in his hand.

Then he transmitted his voice to countless beings, shaking the eight wilds of the universe; the aura of the Supreme Emperor, the most noble, most divine, most holy spread, sweeping the world, making all tribes and spirits tremble.

"Today, I, 666, have proven the Dao and attained the supreme godhood!"

"The Heavenly Court should be established, to govern the universe and turn the heavens and earth!"

The supreme god "666" ascended, ushering in an era of utmost splendor.

"With the Heavenly Court, the netherworld should also get to work…"

The ethereal voice echoed in the tributaries of time, yet no one could hear it.

……

The situation Fengxi guessed was basically correct.

Carrying a massive information database, one is inherently a cheat-user.

Furthermore, with the support of the Tuba's qi fortune from behind, constant transfusions… having the information cheat isn't enough; still running the resource cheat.

With both cheats combined, blowing up fish in a small pond… such excessive conduct, who would dare speak of it?

The vast majority of Fengxi's Trumpets experienced what is called joy in these fish-pond matches.

In the Honghuang world I keep a low profile as a person; in the Myriad Heavens and all realms I am the most unrestrained.

Slaughtering newbies and bullying the weak, tossing about— isn't that delightful?

"Using cheats is really great!"

Over a thousand trumpets spoke in unison, saying this line without feeling any shame or embarrassment.

Of course, aside from this mainstream idea, there are also some slightly different voices.

"Help!"

"I'm about to die!"

Feng·999·Xi felt unprecedented sorrow and helplessness.

"I've activated cheats, but I'm still being pressed to the ground and rubbed…… I'm so desperate!"

"Why is it that out of over a thousand people walking at night, I'm the one who ran into a ghost?"

"I've been bullying newbies all the way, fought into this world's Heavenly Court, and saw the Heavenly Emperor."

"But that Heavenly Emperor looks exactly like the Great Sage Fuxi, and he's staring at me with great interest…… This makes me very nervous."

"What should we do?"

"Waiting online!"

"Pretty urgent!"

"Tuba…… hurry up and use your brain, think of a way to save me!"

Upon making contact, 999's distress call came like a rapid-fire barrage, as if they had found an organization.

Feng·Tuba·Xi stared blankly, saying nothing.

Then he silently operated; instead of transferring the luck that was supposed to be sent, he transferred the remaining unused amount in the Trumpet account to his main card.

Seeing 999's account balance drop to zero, Fengxi nodded in satisfaction.

Liquidating positions in time to stop losses is what a rational investor should do.

After doing all that, he then regretfully said to 999:

"Sorry."

"Can't save you."

"Just wait to die."

"Farewell!"

Fengxi leisurely hung up the communication, leaving the trumpet to its fate.

That day, he didn't even eat his favorite dragon meat, which he ordered every day, mourning the tragic fate of 999.

(End of chapter)