Chapter 270

The Lesser Yang Emperor shines with the brilliance of virtue, pure white as snow, like a white lotus blooming in this the Zixiao Palace, capable of sweeping away the worldly dust of fame and profit.

This sight and scene caused many witnesses of the Great Luo Heaven to change expression……Some lowered their heads, like the powerful beings with dragon embroidery on their robes, silently finding something to do for themselves; others quietly closed their eyes, the muscles on their cheeks twitching incessantly……

The closer the seat is to the front, the more such scenes there are……Especially the first three rows.

It was as if they shared a single mind, giving almost identical responses.

These scenes seemed to be silently feeding back some truth that cannot be expressed in words.

Then one saw the powerful cultivator and the divine historian, at this moment splashing ink, writing straight on a small booklet, making the meeting record——

"Divine Lesser Yang, of lofty virtue and noble character, upholding righteousness and speaking out in the the Zixiao Palace, shaking the deaf and awakening the dull, making all the gods feel ashamed; recalling their lives, whether they pursued fame and profit or were idle in the Way of Humanity, they all covered their faces, unable to speak from shame, feeling inferior……"

"Like the Dragon Ancestor God Lord, recalling the ancient dragon-phoenix conflict, countless billions of beings turned to ash by its competitive, victorious heart, feeling ashamed and speechless, only able to flick their sleeves and eat peaches in response……"

"Only Fuxi, Hongjun, Nüwa, Minghe, Di Jun, Taiyi, Báizé, the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Yuanhuang, Jinmu, Kunpeng, Hongyun and a few others, with no shame before the myriad creatures, have great merit to the myriad spirits of the Human Way, still able to talk and laugh freely; they are truly great saints and sages!"

After Báizé finished writing a few paragraphs, he glanced up and down, then weighed the weighty object that had recently appeared in his sleeve, and nodded in satisfaction.

However, this annoyed a nearby sneaky, peeking demon god who was secretly observing—the Yao Marshal Shangyang—his eyes blazing with fire as he glared and sent a mental rebuke.

"Well done, you Báizé!"

"Making up nonsense and writing nonsense is fine enough, I don't care if you step on people or lift them up; anyway, what you write is clear to everyone. Besides the official histories compulsorily published by the Heavenly Court, most of the time it's just for fun, and incidentally used as wild histories to fool the younger generation……But what do you mean by this?"

"Those you can't beat, or those about equal to you, are the great saints and sages?"

"Those inferior to you, or those with whom you've had conflicts, are just shameful petty people?"

"Too much!"

Shangyang shouted in anger, then shifted his tone: "Change it! Change it! Add my name to that line of great saints and sages, and I won't pursue this further."

"Hmph!" Báizé sent a mental retort, sneering in counterattack: "I, the White Historian, am iron-boned and resolute, loyal and honest in recording history—how could it be changed just because you say so?"

"In that case, can I still face my conscience? Do I still have professional ethics?"

You have to give...

"Hah!" Shangyang Yao Marshal snorted, "Speak up...... How much of the big head did that Shaoyang guy give you? Making you turn the normal style into his stage with embellishments?"

I'll put in one percent!

"Good, good!" Báizé's eyes lit up instantly, and he no longer mentioned integrity or morality, picking up his pen and starting to revise.

"Thanks, old friend Shaoyang..."

While revising, he secretly felt in his heart, "It could also give me a chance to make a little profit...... Hmm, why not later I beautify him a bit?"

Báizé paid close attention to the interaction between Fuxi and Shaoyang, listening to their conversation; that business mutual praise, as they kept praising, both became paragons of virtue...... Báizé listening felt uneasy all over, yet he didn't expect the parties involved to still have such thick skin, able to calmly accept everything.

"Isn't this a bit too much?"

Báizé frowned slightly, "We are cooperating with Shaoyang, using his abilities to turn the Demon Race's middle tier into a trap, ambushing the Wu Clan...... Then, waiting for the right moment, we'll send a few ancestral Wu to their deaths to secure victory."

"The plan has reached a critical point, and Shaoyang has indeed excelled, designing a plan to develop the Demon Race's middle tier...... But Fuxi, don't drop the chain!"

"If Shaoyang truly becomes the legitimate top core of our Demon Race, holding real power, it would be hard to let those ancestral Wu fall into the trap...... After all, no one would easily believe that an infiltrator into the enemy's highest echelon would, under huge benefits, still remain law-abiding and keep his original intentions......"

"Defecting, switching sides, drawing clear lines...... The ancestral Wu certainly have precautions against that."

Báizé repeatedly pondered in his heart, while secretly sending a mental reminder to Fuxi, telling him to take it easy...

Although often, reality is illogical, even more outrageous than fiction—human hearts are unfathomable.

But since we're acting, we still need to consider logic.

"I understand." Fuxi replied with a light smile, confident, "Rest assured, I have it figured out."

"After all, although Shaoyang appears unintentional on the surface, he has actually made huge contributions to our Demon Race; from a reasonable standpoint, I too must put on a show."

"Otherwise, it would defy common sense, not the state an enlightened, excellent Heavenly Court organization should have."

"As the Heavenly Court, one should have a broad mind, embracing the universe; under heaven all land is the sovereign's, and all shores are his subjects. Talents from all over should be admitted, assigned according to ability...... This is the normal state of the Heavenly Court that overlooks the rise and fall of heaven and earth, surveys past, present, and future."

"It's precisely because this is normal that I worry......" Báizé said wistfully, "Normally, the conditions you've given are so generous, still holding aloft the banner of starting from the human Dao, letting experienced people take charge of related affairs; Shaoyang should accept and leap from being a Saint candidate in the election to becoming a high-level of our Demon Race...... Otherwise, it would be contrary to reason."

"If he truly didn't care for fame and profit, how could he vie for the position of Heavenly Dao Saint?"

"Not seeking fame and profit isn't just shouted, it's demonstrated...... Everyone here who has weathered great storms understands this——When a person raises the banner of not seeking fame and profit high, one must be wary, because not seeking fame and profit may mean the current fame and profit cannot satisfy him, and he wants more."

Need to raise the price!

When the price reaches a terrifying level, even the most idealist will bow their head.

After all, to realize ideals and ambitions, don't you need external support?

Among countless prices, there's always one that hits the spot, making people nod involuntarily.

"If even such a big opening offer from you can't get Shaoyang to nod...... the ancestral Wu side will start doubting whether they have the ability to satisfy Shaoyang's appetite."

Báizé concluded.

"I know." Fuxi simply replied calmly, "Just rest assured...... At the critical moment, help will naturally come."

"These helpers, some are due to past karmic grudges, some are due to the current era's Lich Great Tribulation......"

"Hey!"

"It's precisely because of Shaoyang's plan that it's genuinely strengthening the Demon Race...... How could the pressured and soon-to-be ruling Hongjun just sit by?"

"He hopes the Demon Race strengthens, hopes it can defeat the Wu Clan in battle, but doesn't want the Demon Race to win too cleanly...... Otherwise, if the Demon Race is too intact, in the end it won't be his foot that gets smashed?"

"Mutual loss is the best outcome for him."

"And the Wu Clan...... hah!"

"They will surely add fuel to the fire...... Weakening the opponent in every way is simply natural and right."

"Speaking of which, it's also interesting."

"Before, the Wu Clan and Demon Race tacitly teamed up and opposed Hongjun."

"In the blink of an eye, the Demon Race and Hongjun reached consensus, restraining Nüwa and opposing the Wu Clan."

"Now, without communication, Hongjun and the Wu Clan will likely act on their own...... Though it seems aimed at Shaoyang, the spearhead actually points at our Demon Race!"

"Truly, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests...... Whoever is most inflated, with the greatest chance of victory, that's who we'll join forces to suppress."

Suddenly, I became very interested in the outcome of this Lich Great Tribulation.

Fuxi excitedly sent a mental transmission to Báizé, saying, "You say, going back and forth like this, who will end up laughing last?"

"I don't know…… I can't see clearly." Báizé answered, "This water is too murky."

"I just hope that in the end they don't all crash… that would be hilarious."

"If that's really the case, I will definitely write them all into the history books…"

"No, if that's really the case, you couldn't write it…" Fuxi laughed and said, "After all, that would become a huge black mark in history; how many people would be laughed at for endless calamity… Báizé, dare you write it?"

"Believe me."

"When the mighty become angry and shoulder to shoulder, your number will surely be abolished, and from then on you'll vanish completely… Even if you rely on the final big winner, you definitely won't be able to keep yourself."

"Cancel the number… just cancel the number, huh."

Báizé shrugged indifferently and said, "Not to mention, this probability is too small."

"Even if the number is really cancelled… who doesn't have a few alternate accounts?"

"Switch to a trumpet, I'll keep going out to have fun… who can do anything to me?"

As a top-tier great divine adept, Báizé is just that confident.

As long as there are all kinds of gossip and curiosities in the Honghuang world, he, this omniscient who knows heaven and earth above and chicken feathers and garlic peel below, the strongest historian-cum-editor, will surely hold on with a breath and not die, leaping about lively in the Honghuang world!

……

A demon sovereign and a demon marshal were secretly exchanging mental transmissions while each attended to their own duties.

Especially Fuxi, he's a veteran actor.

Even under the gaze of countless onlookers, he can still be utterly relaxed and at ease, drifting off a bit while displaying his regal image of worrying for heaven and earth and for all beings.

He is that solemn and courteous; for the demon race and for humanity, he invites the Less Yang Thearch to join the Heavenly Court as one of the top decision-makers, implementing the diversified, professional cultivation skill training he devised, together with clear and concrete occupational positioning.

The reasons are still quite justified.

First, you have experience.

Replace him with an inexperienced newcomer, and you won't achieve the best results… that would also be a loss; how could you justify it to humanity's masses, who fervently expect a better future life?

This is the sinner of humanity!

Second, you have merit.

To promote correct ideas, merit must be rewarded… Talking about money may be vulgar, but if one does good deeds and yet is criticized from the moral high ground without receiving due recompense, who would still be willing to do good? This would cause a moral crisis.

As a top-tier great divine adept, the Less Yang Thearch must lead by example… At his level, considerations can no longer be merely personal; one must think of the impact on heaven and earth and on the future.

In summary……

"Less Yang Daoist friend, just agree to it!"

"Whether from the perspective of ideals and ambitions or from societal considerations, joining my demon race and taking on an important post is the best."

"As for not seeking fame and profit…… you can, after obtaining fame, not act arrogantly; after obtaining profit, you can invest all of it into charitable endeavors."

"With a person of your lofty integrity and immense ability to control and use fame and profit, taking it from humanity and using it for humanity, isn't that tens of millions of times better than those who merely sit and eat their salaries?"

Fuxi the Great Sage spoke with passionate fervor, seizing the Less Yang Thearch's hand and shaking it vigorously up and down, as if entrusting the entire future of humanity to him.

And facing Xihuang's such gracious courtesy to the wise, the Less Yang Thearch was deeply moved, sighing: "Fuxi Daoist friend, you truly deserve the title of emperor; you are indeed the sole heavenly emperor sage of all ages!"

"With such public spirit, who could fail to respect it?"

"The Less Yang is deeply admiring!"

The Thearch exclaimed from the depths of his heart, "Daoist friend's virtue shines upon the Myriad Heavens, praised throughout eternity!"

He withdrew his hand from Fuxi, performed a solemn salute, and said, "Daoist friends have said all this…… if I still refuse, wouldn't I be failing to recognize favor?"

"If that's the case, then I shall simply obey rather than show respect…"

The Less Yang Thearch was about to utter the most crucial content.

However, it was precisely this moment.

A top-tier figure opened his mouth, interrupting it.

"Hold on!"

The myriad gods turned toward the source of the sound, wondering who dared be so bold and reckless as to jump out during the demon race's talent-show recruitment?

"Oh… it's Hongjun, so it's fine."

All the gods simultaneously had this thought arise in their hearts.

Di Jun, Taiyi, and the ten great demon marshals all lowered the fists they had begun to raise.

Since it was the Dao Ancestor who spoke, let's first see what reasoning he can come up with.

"Daoist friend, what are you thinking about?"

Fuxi, full of righteous vigor, said, "Do you know that every moment of delay now causes future humanity to lose immeasurable wealth?"

"Your casual interruption—can you justify it to the myriad souls of humanity? Can you justify it to the karmic debt of all beings who revere you as the Dao Ancestor?"

Xihuang, filled with righteous indignation, rebuked, causing Fengxi, seated far in the back, to express admiration.

"I never expected… Fuxi the Great Sage's skill at pressing charges is so practiced and profound!"

Fengxi felt that on this sage emperor's person, there were many things worth learning.

Hongjun looked at Fuxi, listened to his words, and didn't get particularly angry——

After all, there's still the white historian down below who can stir up waves even without wind; if his hand slips and he portrays that historian as violent and vicious in nature, that wouldn't be good either… although he could use physical means to make that historian suffer amnesia.

"Fuxi Daoist friend, don't rush, don't rush…… the reason I interrupted is because I thought of a better arrangement for the Less Yang Daoist friend!"

"That arrangement can likewise let the Less Yang Daoist friend shine and thrive, allowing this one who seeks no fame and only wishes for humanity's prosperity to have their wish fulfilled, without delaying humanity's developmental needs!"

(End of chapter)