Chapter 150: with translation of chapter title

Undercover work has always been full of risk.

Especially like the practice of Shao Yang Di Jun...... once exposed?

Monster Clan, Heavenly Stars and Big Dipper Grand Formation, Death Omen Star

Fengxi pondered, estimating that at that time the four emperors of the Demon Race had all arrived, the ten Yao Marshals were in position, and the three hundred sixty demon spirits had concealed themselves, sealing off the Ten Continents and Three Islands so tightly that not even a mosquito could escape; a mighty expert, risking death should the secret be exposed, devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Wu Clan as an undercover agent……

What kind of spirit is this? Is it the spirit of a Wu Clan person who brings his own dry rations? Or is it an idealist who supports the Wu Clan's ideology with a hundred‑thousand‑fold devotion?

Or is it a great and holy being who is dissatisfied with the cruel present age, wishes to earnestly educate humanity, and possesses the most perfect virtue?

Fengxi now looked upon him with the utmost reverence, expressing his admiration.

Even though he once had a heart as deep as an endless abyss and a belly as full of black water as a boundless sea, he could not help but be moved.

However, as he felt moved, Fengxi's keen perception noticed some subtle points.

As the saying goes, 'He who steals a hook is hanged; he who steals a state becomes a marquis.'

If this Lesser Yang Emperor really managed to pull off this unbelievable feat, and then, relying on the Immortal Race under his control, directly reached a compromise with the Demon Race, would that happen?

There is a saying that goes well.

Three years, then another three years, I have gone undercover into the enemy's core…… I was thinking that the treatment over there seems better, so I might as well switch sides? Since I haven't managed to completely hollow out the Demon Race's mid‑level, the things the Lesser Yang Emperor has done are, in the eyes of the Demon Race's high leadership, naturally unforgivable sins deserving of death by a thousand cuts.

But what if he really succeeds?

Thanks to his authority as spokesman for the mid‑level, his say is not small either; in the whole Demon Race he is quite important.

Even if the secret leaks, as long as he reveals his intention to negotiate and thoroughly mixes with the Demon Race… he might just get away with it! After all, the Demon Race's high leadership will also reckon the gains and losses.

To take down a peak‑level expert, wipe out his influence in the Demon Race, and utterly destroy the Immortal Race…… what price would have to be paid? How long would the Demon Race as a whole be in turmoil? Would the Wu Clan end up picking up the bargain?

But if he were absorbed into their ranks, not only would the Immortal Race's power remain under the Demon Race's jurisdiction, but they would also gain an additional mighty expert.

Although this mighty expert harbors some ulterior motives…… but in special times, special measures! After we eliminate the Wu Clan, we can settle accounts later…… couldn't that work? The Wu Clan can manage a unified front in the great war, so why wouldn't the Demon Race's high leadership temporarily set it aside, given that it isn't the most important contradiction? Fengxi cautiously used the most malicious intent to speculate, and at once everything seemed suspicious to him.

【This emperor says he is allying with my Wu Clan…… but with the situation changing, he may not stick with us to the end, right?】

【Moreover, he might even pull a trick——borrowing the pot to cook his own rice!】

Borrow the Wu Clan's pot to cook his own rice! Relying solely on the Lesser Yang himself, wanting to set up a new stove in the Demon Race, hollow out the mid‑level and transform it into the Immortal Race, the difficulty is too great, indeed essentially impossible——the Lesser Yang himself admits it.

But if the Wu Clan lends a hand from the side, with open restraint and covert underground cooperation…… there really is hope of becoming the supreme Immortal King! Such an achievement is something the Lesser Yang Emperor could not obtain even by directly joining the Demon Race.

After all, he has snatched away too many demon gods' livelihoods…… perhaps as soon as he makes a move, he will be jointly resisted.

【By then, this emperor will hold the Immortal Race in his hands and can name his price…… unlike now, when he is a mighty expert but lacks any real power.】

The more Fengxi pondered, the more he felt there were many thought‑provoking aspects.

Gradually, his gaze also took on a hint of strangeness.

The Lesser Yang Emperor locked eyes with him, his brows slightly rising; at first he was a bit puzzled, but soon he understood, seeing through Fengxi's thoughts.

「Are you worried? Worried that I will defect in the heat of battle? Turn face and deny people at a critical moment? 」

The emperor gave a half‑smile, 「You little brat, you sure have a lot on your mind. 」

「But unfortunately, he is ultimately limited by his current position and circumstances…… even if he is a bit clever, he comes across as petty. 」

「If it were your superior Houtu here, she would probably agree without a word. 」

「How could that be? 」 Fengxi exclaimed in astonishment.

「Because, you see, when considering things from a leader's standpoint, the first key is not loyalty or not, but the calculation of gains and losses. 」 the Lesser Yang smiled, 「Loyalty is the most unreliable thing. 」

「Often, what looks like loyalty is merely because the value of betrayal is insufficient. 」

「Rather than looking at loyalty, it's better to look at gains and losses…… when selecting a person to handle this matter, how would success look? How would failure look? 」

「As for my undertaking…… if it succeeds, it will be a great strategic victory for the Wu Clan. 」

「And if it fails…… whether due to a mistake or because I myself am ultimately turned, it's the same. 」

「Would that be worse than the present situation? 」

「No, it wouldn't. 」

「After all, the Immortal Race I am messing with is originally the Demon Race's property…… no matter how impressive, the Demon Race would just gain one more mighty expert—me. 」

「Has the Wu Clan suffered a loss? That's not even worth discussing. 」

「Has the Demon Race gained anything? That's not worth discussing either. 」

「But if things develop to that point…… I would be the one who loses the most. 」

The Lesser Yang Emperor sighed, 「I will inevitably face the concentrated fire of the Wu Clan's Twelve Ancestral Witches…… this is practically suicide! 」

「The Demon Race's Zhou Tian Star‑Dou Grand Formation is terrifying, but the Wu Clan's Du Tian God‑Slaughter Grand Formation is no easy opponent either. 」

「You say, am I crazy? 」

「Would you choose such a way of dying? 」

Fengxi looked at the Lesser Yang Emperor, whose eyes were clear and crystal‑clear, radiating the light of wisdom and reason, and shook his head repeatedly.

He was quite certain.

This emperor has not lost his mind.

「So, he is unlikely to choose such a gruesome way of courting death. 」

The Du Tian God‑Slaughter Grand Formation, the supreme true form of Pangu……

Let's reason it out.

Even the survival rate of charging into the Demon Race's Zhou Tian Star‑Dou Grand Formation is higher than the odds of surviving a direct confrontation with the Wu Clan's Clan‑Suppressing Grand Formation.

After all.

One is an area‑wide attack type, the other is the strongest single‑target strike! 「I am quite fond of my life. 」

The emperor sighed.

「Therefore, such a thing that harms no one but oneself will absolutely not be done. 」

「Go ahead and inform your superiors; let Ancestral Witch Houtu know. 」

I believe that after careful consideration and weighing the pros and cons, she will surely make a decision that satisfies both sides.

The Shaoyang Emperor's calm words carried confidence.

He seemed quite certain about how the Houtu Ancestor Witch's way of thinking would ultimately lead to a decision.

I understand.

Fengxi solemnly nodded, feeling no dissatisfaction whatsoever with his role as a messenger and a tool.

"This matter is of great importance." He stood up, glanced around at the spacetime that had been shielded and isolated since the two parties began talking, "Valuing efficiency, please allow me to take my leave for now; I will report to Lord Houtu."

Fengxi wore a solemn expression, the picture of dutiful loyalty—of course, it was merely an appearance.

Deep down, he was already cheering.

Finally……

Finally found an excuse to leave the side of this powerful being……

"Alright, you may go." The Shaoyang Emperor undid the temporal seal, then pointed a finger, and a beam of immortal light fell on Fengxi—it was a mark: "With this mark, Houtu will naturally know it is me."

"By then, if she has any ideas, she will naturally come to consult me."

"Your Majesty… you could actually send an avatar directly to confer with the Houtu Ancestor Witch." Fengxi suggested.

"Don't I care about face?" The Shaoyang Emperor glanced at him, "Or should I just show up uninvited?"

"Not even asking her to make three visits to the Ten Continents and Three Islands, I've already given her plenty of face…" "If she's unwilling to even go through the formalities now… then I'll really have to consider how determined the Wu Clan is to burn their bridges."

Fengxi let out two dry laughs.

Regarding the grudges and entanglements among these great figures, he truly had neither the standing nor the qualification to intervene, to say anything.

Doing well as a messenger is enough.

He tiptoed, about to leave this teahouse.

However, he hadn't taken a few steps before Fengxi was called to a halt.

"Halt!"

"Huh? Does Your Majesty have any orders?" Fengxi was completely bewildered.

"Did you forget something?" the Shaoyang Emperor countered, "You're not going to pay the bill… are you expecting me to?"

Fengxi's face showed an embarrassed expression.

Indeed, in that brief span just now, he had endured too much of a mental storm.

It left him a bit dazed, mixing up with past experiences.

—What kind of person did he think Fengxi was?

During his days on Kunlun Mountain, owing to his high status and authority, it had always been others who invited him for drinks or tea; when would it ever be his turn to invite someone else?

But now…

Under the benevolent gaze of an emperor, Fengxi happily made the most correct choice from the heart.

And at the moment he saw the bill, even someone as wealthy as Fengxi felt a pang of pain.

The Shaoyang Emperor had picked the most expensive items, and the price was certainly not low.

But in the blink of a thought, Fengxi's mindset calmed down.

"Don't panic."

Thinking of the emperor's mark on his person, and reflecting on the major matters discussed with the Shaoyang…

That concerns the strategic planning for the future of the entire Wu Clan!

In that case… doesn't that make it official business?

So, for Fengxi to have people drink tea for official business… afterwards, settling the collective accounts is also normal, right? "Sigh."

"I'm really clever."

Fengxi gave himself a thumbs-up.

Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets their mind to it.

With no limits in his heart, he faces everything with composure.

……

Shaoyang watched Fengxi's fully revived back, shaking his head.

This emperor, who intends to undertake great endeavors, is not in a hurry to leave now; instead, he remains seated, leisurely sipping tea, as if all the worldly hustle and bustle have drifted away, enjoying great ease and great tranquility.

Only after a while was this tranquility broken.

Two transcendent immortals, side by side, walked straight to sit opposite the Shaoyang Emperor.

Wherever they passed, time froze, the flow of years ceased; this spacetime was cut off from ordinary reason, beyond the gaze of heaven, a forbidden ground of fate and heavenly secrets.

Such sneaky behavior makes it obvious at a glance that they intend to discuss some shady, under-the-table business.

"Fuxi."

"Báizé."

The Shaoyang Emperor spoke first, uttering the visitors' divine names: "You've come."

Those two immortals turned out to be the most exalted beings among the entire Demon Race!

"Xihuang!"

"Báizé Yao Marshal!"

Quite a stunning sight.

While the Shaoyang Emperor was seeking to confirm his cooperative relationship with the Wu Clan, he also met with the leader of the Demon Race……

Had Fengxi still been here, his hairs would surely have stood on end—he would have been startled.

"You previously invited us via divine sense, saying there were major matters to discuss—how could we not come?" Báizé laughed, "I just don't know why, instead of enjoying blessings in the Ten Continents and Three Islands, the Shaoyang Daoist friend is now plotting some great undertaking."

"Naturally, it concerns the major affairs of the Lich Great Tribulation." The Shaoyang Emperor spoke at length, "If not for that, how could I have invited you two?"

"And do the two of you know?"

"Now the Demon Race looks like it has a massive force and deep foundations, seeming invincible… but in fact it has reached the most dangerous juncture, facing the threat of annihilation!"

Shaoyang said in a low voice.

"You're joking, right, fellow Daoist?" Xihuang's eyes flickered slightly, "Why, in my view, the Demon Race is now extremely stable?"

"Holding a good hand, occupying the greatest initiative."

Fuxi rebutted Shaoyang; Bai Ze listened, nodding repeatedly beside him, indicating he also thought so!

"Fellow Daoists, why pretend ignorance?" Shaoyang smiled, "Don't tell me that with your wisdom you cannot see the deep hidden dangers within the Demon Race."

"Indeed, there are some hidden dangers." Xihuang said calmly, "But they are not fatal."

"Yes, not fatal—but what about at a special time?" The Emperor shook his head, "The Wu Clan is standing there."

"They are following the correct path, carrying out the most efficient development; moreover, besides that, they are constantly seeking opportunities to strike."

"The reincarnation strategy drains the Demon Race's low-end forces and mixes sand into the mid-level board—surely you have already seen through it."

"If the Wu Clan persists with patient development, continually expanding the board, gradually building a great regional alliance, and forging an incredibly cohesive fist… can the Demon Race still deal with them?"

"Of course." Bai Ze Yao Marshal said coldly, "The Demon Race's accumulated foundations over many years are not just for show."

"Even if the Wu Clan develops faster, even if we merely live off our old gains, we can still maintain the strongest position."

"Moreover."

"We also won't give the Wu Clan a chance to keep developing steadily—even without a large-scale confrontation, we can still strike from some side fields, right?"

"Achieving success is not easy, but causing trouble is not hard."

Bai Ze Yao Marshal and Fuxi the Great Sage, each rational and calm, were utterly unaffected by Shaoyang Emperor's rhetoric.

No matter how flowery his words, as long as they haven't seen the rabbit, those two who plan the Demon Race's strategy will not release the hawk.

"……" Shaoyang was speechless, "Also."

"Your hand is too good."

"However, if you go to war with the Wu Clan that patiently farms to the end, even if you can ensure the Demon Race's victory…"

"But does the final victory's fruit still relate to you, who are already considered defeated remnants?"

"Are you truly willing, from now on, to submit to Hongjun's leadership?" Shaoyang Emperor said with deep meaning, "If you want to build the Demon Race's Heavenly Court, you still need to go to Hongjun to apply for approval."

"Why not consider the Holy Heart Autocracy and overthrow the Heavenly Dao?"

"Using the fastest speed and smallest loss, kick the Wu Clan out, then face off against Hongjun… wouldn't that be wonderful?"

(End of chapter)