Chapter 143: Just seeking the double-perfect method; the Lesser Yang Great Emperor!

"If it really won't work, I'll apply for another innate spiritual treasure?"

Fengxi stroked his chin and looked toward the painter, proposing.

The painter instantly rolled his eyes.

"You might as well summon a Great Luo to hold down the scene!"

"Don't treat an innate spiritual treasure as a Great Luo!"

The painter glanced at the cloth band on Fengxi's forehead, envy evident in his expression: "Also don't think your spiritual treasure came easily, so you can just borrow and use it at will."

"These are the handy weapons of the clan's senior personnel, the chips in the struggle against the Demon Race's heavenly will, placed on the gambling table—how could they be taken at will?"

'"Sigh..." Fengxi let out a disappointed sigh.'

'"Let me say!" the painter clicked his tongue, "Even if you take off this covering cloth, what big deal could it be?"'

'"I was thinking, you've already equipped the title of \'King of the Great Treasure Sword, \' so having a few more flunkies…… doesn't really count as a big problem, right?"'

'"At most it's just that in outsiders' eyes, your moral lower limit is a bit lower. But you're already in the negative, having fallen below the moral baseline, beneath the horizon, you're a member of the endless abyss."'

'"Now it's just sinking a little further in the abyss…… relax your mindset, the more debts, the less you worry!"'

'"What are you spouting?" Fengxi's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, "I think I can still shirk the blame of being the sole King of the Great Treasure Sword!"'

'"After all, that was my personal sacrifice for the clan's cause…… don't look at me having momentarily fallen and broken through the horizon; when the plot finally reverses and the truth is revealed, my current bad reputation will all be cleared at once!"'

'"What's wrong with being negative? Take the absolute value and you'll shoot right up, standing on the mountain peak!"'

Fengxi poured out his feelings.

As smart as he is, how could he not think of a way to clear his name?

Don't say it's because he took the blame for the Wu Clan; he himself is pure and his chastity remains.

Even if it's true!

Fengxi could also find too many excuses for himself.

For example, saying something like for the clan's benefit, sacrificing his own purity, using marriage alliances to win over.

As for why the targets of those marriage alliances are too many?

Don't ask; if you ask, it's just for the big picture.

With a little scheming, packaging himself as a lovelorn person helpless in love…… is that hard?

Not hard!

Even if he were a bit more shameless.

Fengxi could still say he is innocent.

It was those targets who took the initiative.

Because he was too gentle to refuse, fearing to hurt those targets' hearts, that's how a whole series of awful situations came about.

For specific execution methods, please refer to something called scum, sluts, and the like.

As long as the mind dares to slip, there are always more methods than difficulties.

Fengxi really didn't believe it.

With just that clever little brain of his, he still can't solve this small problem?

'"Yeah, yeah, you're so smart." The painter gave a hollow round of applause, "Then just dig in more, and even the problem of the flatterers will be solved!"'

'"Don't mess around!" Fengxi put on a sour face, "The Great Treasure Sword issue, I can still say it's enduring humiliation for the mission."'

'"The flatterers' problem…… can I also say it's enduring humiliation?"'

'"I could say I was arranged by a certain human emperor to infiltrate under Houtu the Ancestral Witch, enduring hardship and bearing burdens, all for the final victory?"'

'"No storyteller would dare to make that up!"'

'"Hahaha!" the painter listened, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten his waist.'

'"What are you laughing at? Laugh again and I'll make a move! I'm not joking!" Fengxi placed his hand on the Nine Nether Diagram.'

'"Okay, okay, okay… I won't laugh." The painter strained to suppress his smile, but that weird expression of wanting to laugh yet holding it in made Fengxi's mouth twitch, though he also couldn't say anything more.'

'"Speaking reasonably, you say you were arranged by a certain human emperor…… but isn't that actually the fact?" The painter strained, "You were originally arranged by Yandi!"'

'"……" Fengxi was speechless.'

He was almost forgetting this matter.

Only after the painter reminded him did he suddenly realize.

Right oh!

I am Yandi's trumpet!

Or the abandoned kind!

Just thinking about this made Fengxi's anger explode.

'"Yandi…… I…… I……"'

He had the urge to spew fragrant words.

But considering their relationship, he ultimately suppressed this urge.

Of course, this doesn't prevent him from muttering a couple of complaints from other angles.

'"How could he be so heartless?"'

'"I am his trumpet……"'

'"Look at how others' tubas bring their trumpets; even if not always on call, they usually take care of them in ordinary times."'

'"With him, it's actually fine."'

'"Back when he ran away and abandoned me to deal with Houtu, I won't even mention that…… forced by circumstances, in the Wu Clan's main base there was no way to single-handedly take on the Twelve Ancestral Witches plus several hundred great witches; a strategic retreat isn't disgraceful."'

'"As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of lacking firewood…… I understand that."'

'"But what about afterward?"'

All is calm and peaceful, yet no one thinks to look after me, this poor helpless wretch…… Even if it's really inconvenient to appear, sending some living expenses would do!

In the end, there was not a single bit of news, leaving me to struggle alone in this cruel Honghuang.

It's just that I still have a little ability, able to get some support from Houtu, and there are many good people in the Dao tradition of the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Lord, with Senior Brother Duobao appreciating my calligraphy and paintings…… That's how I've managed to get by, going from hunger to fullness.

I…… I'm having such a hard time!

Fengxi felt immense sorrow in his heart.

As for other people's Tubas with Trumpets, I won't even mention them.

Just take myself as an example.

In Fengxi's current dire situation, even having a bite to eat, I haven't forgotten the Trumpets!

Moreover.

Likewise, facing an opponent impossible to resist.

Likewise, selling the Trumpet.

But what about afterward?

Fengxi took on the responsibility of the Tuba and went to communicate with Jiujiujiu!

Although the final result of the communication…… didn't give much money, instead I ended up extorting a large sum from Jiujiujiu.

But that doesn't matter.

As the saying goes, 'Sending a goose feather a thousand miles—the gift is light, but the sentiment is heavy.'

As long as this sentiment arrives, that's enough!

Compared to Yandi, who truly doesn't care at all, Fengxi feels he has a bit more conscience.

Precisely because of this stark contrast, Fengxi feels a bone-deep chill rising from the depths of his heart.

And when feeling cold-hearted, with a mischievous friend beside him desperately stifling laughter, holding his stomach, this chilling sensation seems to double, becoming a harsh cold that life can hardly bear.

"Condolences! Condolences!" the painter showed an expression like holding in urine, "Don't even say it's just Yandi abandoning you…… even if the whole world abandons you, you must steadfastly move forward!"

"You're not moving forward for anyone else; you're moving forward for yourself! To prove the meaning of your existence!"

The painter just boiled a bowl of chicken soup.

Fengxi, however, deeply agreed.

"Yes!"

"I want to prove myself!"

"But I'm still angry……" Fengxi muttered, "Feeling abandoned is so unpleasant…… If I get the chance, I'll definitely speak my mind."

"Yes! Go reason with him!" the painter urged from the side.

He thought, from now on he could start stockpiling melon seeds and tea.

As for why?

To watch the show.

Watch Fengxi go up to deliver his head.

If he doesn't deliver his head, could he possibly turn the tables instead?

Impossible!

The painter felt regretful.

If there weren't a bet on this matter at this very moment, he would definitely have put down two stakes.

He wagered all his friendship…… betting that Yandi would win.

That's just how realistic it is.

……

"Flatterers and such, I won't allow!" Fengxi declared righteously, "This concerns the image of the Wu Clan; if there's a problem, it's not just me who'll suffer misfortune—Houtu the primordial witch will also be implicated."

"So, veto! Must veto!"

Fengxi strained to clutch the last piece of modesty cloth.

"Since you say that……" the painter's eyes shifted, then suddenly brightened, "Wouldn't it be fine to just rub off that tattoo?"

"Look!" he proposed enthusiastically, "This would directly solve the problem at its source—then you wouldn't have to worry about this or that anymore."

"That's a method." Fengxi first nodded, then shook his head, "But I still need to get by under Houtu."

"This method solves things for the moment…… but how would the primordial witch view it?"

Fengxi pondered a bit, considering the possible consequences of following the painter's suggestion.

——Houtu: "Little buddy, why don't you keep me in mind? Have your wings hardened? Or has your attitude gotten flighty? Oh…… is it because of work needs? Compared to respect for me, it seems work is more important, right? I understand."

Just imagining that scene makes one intoxicated.

For example…… aside from exceptional job performance, how can a new employee make a deep impression on top leadership?

Simple.

Every day, eagerly running errands, bringing tea and water for the big boss.

Of course, just that isn't enough.

Just flattery—so many do that, the big boss might not even remember your name.

Now comes the main show.

After the big boss gets used to your behavior, suddenly stop doing it——

Hmm, I imagine the big boss will simply get to know you a bit, then draw a circle on your name.

Look!

Isn't that success?

Simple lies in the emperor's heart!

With this foundation, what's there to fear about not being able to reach the pinnacle of life later?

It's just that when entering the gate the next day, one carefully considers whether to step in with the left foot first or the right foot first.

Fengxi shivered.

Although he thought, the Houtu ancestor witches were stupid… no, they are smart, have plenty of money, and can be considerate of subordinates.

But what if?

Moreover, it's the most important.

"A tattoo isn't something I can just wipe off; I must act cautiously!"

"After all, this is the key to whether I can freely unleash the cheat—Pangu's Dharma Form!"

"This is an alarm device; combined with the innate spiritual treasure, it even made me a piece outside the chessboard… how could it be something to be casually erased and redrawn?"

"If the redrawing has no effect, wouldn't I suffer a huge loss?"

Fengxi is quite self-aware.

"No matter what, this absolutely cannot be wiped out!"

He had a solemn expression.

"Accomplishing the work is what I desire; respecting the ancestor witches is also what I desire… there must be a way to have both in the world!"

Fengxi's tone was resonant and forceful.

The artist blinked, clicked his tongue, and said, "Then just slowly think of a way to have both… anyway, there's still time."

"But you can't drag it out too long, right?"

"After the Lingbao Tianzun finishes his lecture, we will proceed to the competition stage; at that time, the security work must be carried out."

"Merely talking about security is easy to fool; as long as you and the innate spiritual treasure don't appear at the same time, it's fine. But when it comes to giving a speech, you must go on stage no matter what."

"Then… could we find a stand-in actor?" Fengxi had a brainwave: "For things the main body can't do, let the stand-in take over!"

"Right! There's also the avatar!"

""…"" The artist opened his mouth, suddenly speechless at this moment.

After a good while, he then said with a strange look, "Avatar? Stand-in? I think it's possible."

"However, using an avatar would be disrespectful to the guests; as for a stand-in, I think ordinary people might not be able to play your role well."

"On-the-spot reactions, handling sudden incidents, various kinds of brazen lies… the most crucial thing is, you lack the thick skin!"

The artist listed the reasons one by one.

The earlier part was fine.

It was a complimentary remark.

But what about the latter part?

Fengxi fumbled for his storage treasure, pulled out a twelve-zhang-long great blade, and with a whoosh chopped down.

And as Fengxi just made his move, the artist had already reacted.

He burst through the conference room doors, a streak of smoke rushing out of the palace, into the vast world outside, chasing after his lost youth.

The artist chased after time, while Fengxi pursued the artist… what a harmonious and childlike scene!

However.

As they kept chasing, Fengxi was the first to stop.

He looked thoughtfully toward the east, toward where the sun rises, his brows furrowing.

"Wait…"

"Have you noticed… the sun today is especially brilliant for a moment?"

He was somewhat confused.

"Eh? Really? Really?" The artist stood still, looked left and right, and even made a grasping motion in the air.

"It really seems… what situation has arisen?"

The two young witches' faces grew solemn.

And before they could indulge in wild speculation.

In the next instant, the entire vast and boundless Kunlun realm was in turmoil!

Ancient starlight poured down, earth's dragon veins boiled, and myriad paths resonated, playing heavenly music!

What a magnificent spectacle!

An unparalleled glorious scene!

"A great divine-power being is descending!"

The artist and Fengxi exchanged a glance and spoke in unison.

"Who is it?"

"Which mighty one?"

"To unfold such a grand phenomenon?"

Both were guessing.

"It is a yang-attribute mighty one."

"If it's yang-attribute… Xihuang? Di Jun? Taiyi?"

"It probably isn't them… quick, look!"

"There's a dragon carriage procession!"

The two witches gazed together at the horizon, only to see a majestic and grand dharma procession, enveloping wind and clouds.

Nine of them, at a glance, were clearly pure-blooded true dragons, not formed by later transformation, dragging a golden radiant carriage; wherever they passed, brilliant starlight streamed down, magnificently splendid.

They proceeded all the way, wandering alongside the River of Time, borrowing wind and momentum, their speed astonishingly swift.

At first glance, Fengxi saw that they were still separated by boundless distant spacetime.

In the blink of an eye, they drew near.

And the closer they drew, the more brilliant and radiant the auspicious signs responding in this place of Kunlun became.

In the end, it seemed as if all the immortals and deities of all ages who had not entered the Great Luo were crossing time and space to pray and welcome.

「East Hua…」

「Purple Palace…」

「Lesser Yang…」

「Great Emperor Lord! 」

East Hua Purple Palace Lesser Yang Great Emperor Lord!

Fengxi was astonished, instantly realizing what a mighty being this was.

East Hua Purple Palace Lesser Yang Great Emperor Lord also had other names—Green Child Lord, Fangzhu Lord, Green Plum Lord, Fusang Great Emperor, Supreme Void Upper Dao Lord, and so on.

However, besides these.

There was also the most resounding title.

Wood Lord—East King Lord!

(End of chapter)