Chapter 282: with translation of chapter title

We must both state the true situation and results, convey the facts, and also reflect our Demon Race stance, indirectly showing our attitude toward the appearance of the Heavenly Dao Saint.

Fengxi

In other words, it's about who belongs to the orthodoxy.

Who is orthodox? Who should we promote? Who should we suppress?

Yao Marshal

So how should we write... you should know that, right?

Saint

After hearing these requirements, Historian Báizé wore a worried frown, his brows furrowed, feeling torn and helpless.

the Demon Race

the Heavenly Dao

On one hand we must reflect the actual situation; on the other hand we need to embellish and secretly take sides... it still has to be a plausible fabrication, not baseless invention, with reason and evidence, making sense.

Demon Emperor

Dao Ancestor

Fuxi waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no... you should handle this reliably; after all, I'm not in this line of work."

Heavenly Dao Saint

Historian Bai

Historian Báizé

Fuxi Great Saint

Báizé Yao Marshal

Not long after, thousands upon thousands of characters poured onto the paper, written in one breath, fully displaying the talent of a literary master.

Fuxi watched with great interest.

And not far away, Fengxi also pricked up his ears… He seemed still immersed in the grand project of the Dao Ancestor merging with the Heavenly Dao, but in fact his attention had already run to these two top experts of the Demon Race, curiously awaiting the latest juicy gossip to be born.

It did not disappoint him.

Although hindered by his status, Fengxi could not insert himself into the discussion between the demon emperor and the Yao Marshal.

But Xihuang was there.

This sovereign, after Báizé the Historian finished writing, eagerly reached out to take it, becoming the first to read history, and recited it in a low voice.

This, however, worked to Fengxi's advantage, letting him fortunately learn the situation beforehand, becoming spiritual nourishment for his long life, a touch of interest.

Fuxi recited while…

Fengxi listened while…

As they recited and listened, after a short while, the expressions of these two experts grew quite strange.

Fengxi was not good at showing it.

But Xihuang didn't need to worry about that; he simply lifted his head to gaze at Báizé, his eyes inexplicably filled with admiration.

"This must have been hard on you."

Fuxi sighed.

"It's nothing……" Báizé said humbly, "It's much easier than when I wrote the Honghuang Annals."

"Back then, I don't know how many times I revised and edited…… rising early and staying up late, pouring my heart and blood, only after great effort did I finally produce the manuscript."

Báizé felt sentimental; the past was too painful to recall.

"……" Xihuang seemed to be choked for a moment.

After a while, he reluctantly said, "My 'hard on you'… isn't referring to how much hard labor you put in here, how much sweat you shed."

"Rather, I'm amazed that your lower limit of integrity… seems even lower."

"Otherwise, you couldn't have written these things."

Xihuang sighed again.

"Oh, is that how it is?" Báizé let out an oh, "Then I misunderstood."

"However, this can't be blamed on me…… it's because you, the client, set too many standards."

"But having said that, the content here… hasn't it perfectly met your requirements?"

Báizé spoke confidently.

Fuxi glanced at him, fell silent for a moment, and nodded without words.

And even Fengxi, who was listening in… after racking his brains, sadly discovered—he actually had nothing to say!

Just look at how Báizé designed this history!

Saints, still those same saints.

This cannot be changed.

But, because the Saints work for the Heavenly Dao, they are forces belonging to Hongjun, and are colleagues who subtly compete with the Demon Race.

Furthermore, considering that we want the Dao Ancestor Hongjun to 'govern by doing nothing'… from that standpoint, we must inevitably impose some suppression and restriction.

Of course, wanting to smear others… this is also a craft that tests one's skill.

Especially, Báizé the Yao Marshal still works as a Historian; he cannot just randomly make things up.

At this point, special techniques are needed, to take quotes out of context and turn black into white.

Fengxi learned a great deal in this process, greatly broadening his horizons.

……

First, the Dao Ancestor was diminished.

Although the election of the Heavenly Dao Saints, the whole process was relatively fair and just, taking into account the opinions of the three thousand great Luo and even humanity.

But writing it this way, how can we still undermine its authority?

It must be "polished".

Therefore, Báizé chose the Spring and Autumn brushstroke, blurring the process with various vague expressions; beings unaware of the inside story might, at first glance, think the Saint's appointment is rife with the aura of conspiracy in private favoritism.

Next, the Three Pure Ones were cut down.

Although they had suspicious investments behind them and backing from big shots, their career could reach this point today only through their own hard work.

Over the long years they taught and spread their doctrine, filling the world with disciples, eventually becoming the leaders of the education industry.

However, when the Yao Marshal Báizé turned his brilliant pen, writing history from the demon race's high echelons' standpoint, some things took on a different flavor.

He emphasized the Three Pure Ones' teaching of the "Pangu exemplar," defining the orthodox Pangu achieved through one's own effort as the main cause of success, while brushing over the many contributions in that process.

Thus, the Three Pure Ones became heaven-ordained Saints, relying on the merit of Pangu's creation of heaven, and were looked upon favorably by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who granted them saintly positions.

Turning the glorious achievements earned through personal struggle into luck, opportunity, and mere coincidence.

In the end.

Achievements remain the same.

But in the eyes of those unaware of the inside story, opinions are very different.

The former is reverence and admiration, paying effort and sweat, through struggle becoming the best exemplar standing at life's peak.

But the latter easily turns into jealousy or even slander—'Is it just because they got a good womb? If I were also of the orthodox Pangu, reincarnated as one of the Three Pure Ones, my achievements wouldn't necessarily be worse than theirs!' This is Báizé's first stab.

In fact, he stabbed more than just this one.

After all, the Three Pure Ones have the qualifications to be stabbed several times.

Being a Saint of the Heavenly Dao and working for Hongjun is the first point.

Having flirtatious exchanges with the Wu Clan… this is the second point, and moreover a crucial one! Raising the banner of Pangu's name, the Three Pure Ones gained support, and inevitably will face corresponding hostility from the demon race.

Thus, a segment of the mutual tirades between Yuanshi Tianzun and the Great Saint Peng was intercepted and then slightly embellished—

Yuanshi shouted at Peng, rebuking him as a hairy-horned follower, saying the saintly position should not be sullied by him.

Such a description vividly "reflects" the Three Pure Ones' virtue—arrogant, proud, looking down on others—and viciously blackens them in one go, satisfying the demon race's need to suppress the Three Pure Ones collective.

The basis of "nobility".

The "arrogant" personality—all set.

Such a huge mire of swirling controversy, with all kinds of disputes and discussions, is enough to make the Three Pure Ones' heads spin.

This is the "history" designed by the Yao Marshal Báizé.

What he wrote are all things that really happened.

But missing a point here, missing a piece there, the truth gets distorted.

So sometimes, not telling the whole truth is more terrifying than the consequences of spouting lies.

One can investigate and discern, but it is thoroughly misleading!

Of course, the plot design has reached this point… the rest still needs to be filled in.

For example, the arrangements of the other three Saints.

In this regard, the Yao Marshal Báizé brought Zhunti, Peng, Yuanshi, and Hongyun together.

Hongyun mediated the fight, he and the Buddhist sect engaged in mutual commercial boasting; Zhunti kicked Peng down from fifth place in the Saint election, successfully stepping on him to rise; reversing the order of events, placing the Yuanshi-Peng shouting match later, and linking it with Jieyin's saintly position arrangement—

Fengxi's eyes were opened wide, feeling that his pure soul had suffered a huge impact.

"'So evil… so terrifying…'"

This is the only thought in Fengxi's mind right now.

However, Báizé is not exactly a proper god, and what he writes is not something good.

But between the lines, he also hinted at something, hinting at some things.

For example, his bold guess—that Hongjun and the two ancient Buddhas Jieyin and Zhunti had a secret deal, therefore in the name of cause and effect, he promised them saintly positions.

This leaves much room for later people to boldly guess and imagine.

…

There are six Saints.

Báizé, in one fell swoop, blackened several of them.

Yuanshi is the focal point of the fire—who let him earlier spout big truths, revealing the truth before the myriad worlds and under everyone's eyes, instead of taking the blame for "education disadvantage"? Using this contradictory focus, he dragged the Three Pure Ones into the water.

Likewise, Zhunti and Jieyin cannot escape; they are also not clean.

This successfully achieved Xihuang's demand, meeting the propaganda standard of the demon race's high echelons.

Of course.

There is also a fish that slipped through the net—

Nüwa!

This is the only one unrelated to being blackened.

Although, she was previously the most radical, even fighting with the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

But when putting pen to paper, Báizé showed mercy, directly ignoring this lady, not blackening her at all.

Only saying that Hongjun said she had great merit, and when the time comes she can immediately become a saint.

Peaceful and quiet, well-behaved, virtuous and kind—this is the image conveyed by Báizé's description between the lines.

What is a white lotus? This is it! Lady Nüwa is indeed the sole white lotus among the six Heavenly Dao Saints in the propaganda.

Her image is the best, her demeanor the finest, her virtue the highest.

Regarding this.

Fengxi let out a snicker, wanting to laugh but not daring to—we'll leave that aside for now.

On the contrary, the Great Saint Fuxi directly laughed out loud, saying to Báizé: "Old friend Báizé, what you're doing is not proper… how can you not treat everyone equally?"

Don't worry, considering the bigger picture, if you defame my sister, I wouldn't be unable to accept it.

That's not how you say it! Báizé said solemnly, "First of all, Fellow Daoist Nüwa is now one of the four great demon emperors of the Demon Race… just that alone, I cannot defame her."

Besides...

Báizé lowered his voice, looking left and right, "If I dared to defame her… the Lich Great Tribulation wouldn't matter now."

After this tribulation passes, will I still have good days?

I can't beat her either!

Báizé spoke those heartbreaking words, making Fuxi the Sage laugh even louder.

After Xihuang had laughed enough, he held the manuscript in one hand and rummaged in his sleeve with the other, producing several gleaming golden big heads.

He pushed them forward, and both ended up in the hands of Yao Marshal Báizé.

Fuxi, what do you mean by this? Yao Marshal Báizé displayed noble integrity, saying, "I am not that kind of deity..."

Of course, if it weren't for the fact that while he was speaking, his hand holding the big head slightly shrank, putting it away for safety… that might have been better.

Xihuang didn't mind either; he simply whispered his request.

"Cough cough!" Fuxi the Sage furtively glanced around several times, confirmed that Nüwa's position was far from him, then felt at ease to make his request, "Fellow Daoist Báizé… I just want you to change a little bit of the content."

For example, the futon on which my sister could become a saint and take the holy seat… that wasn't something she snatched herself.

But rather, I sat down first, then seeing my sister was too pitiable, I rose and gave her the seat… you understand?

Báizé blinked, blinked again, his face showing a strange, inexplicable smile, and nodded firmly.

I understand!

Fellow Daoist Fuxi, to look after and protect your sister like that… is truly the best brotherly exemplar under the current Heaven and Earth.

Fellow Daoist Nüwa, upon learning of this afterward, will surely be immensely grateful.

This is brotherly affection and sisterly respect!

Báizé felt moved.

Thereafter, he happily began revising the manuscript.

Fuxi stood beside him, occasionally interjecting a few words, how to do this and that, to manifest the broad-mindedness of this brother of Nüwa… even if afterward he knew he had yielded the holy seat to his sister, he generously expressed that it didn't matter, as long as his sister was well, that was truly good!

……

With the joint efforts of a demon emperor and a Yao Marshal, the design of this version of the historical propaganda was completed.

Yao Marshal Báizé examined it up and down for a long time, satisfied, he swept his brush and wrote the title offhand.

——Chronicle of the Lich and Demon, Volume One, the Zixiao Palace! After writing it, he exclaimed emotionally, "This book will surely be passed down for eternity, making all generations remember it!"

Letting later generations understand the past and know history through this… is supreme merit.

Yes, yes!

Fuxi the Sage echoed in agreement.

These two mighty beings, they are really…

Even someone as steadfast and pure in heart as Fengxi felt a tremendous lethal force at this moment, uncomfortably swaying his body, deciding to quietly distance himself.

Otherwise…

He feared that if he were infected and took on their colors, the pure-white-as-paper Fengxi would be gone forever, never to be seen again.

——Of course, this is merely the surface reason.

Actually, Fengxi feared that knowing too much, involving dark history, he might be silenced one day when he goes out.

Fortunately.

Fengxi's awkward situation didn't last long.

Because…… the time has come! "Boom!"

In the rumbling of the Heavenly Dao, the Dao Ancestor sat cross-legged on the dais, lofty and supreme, overlooking the three thousand great Luo.

I announce that this the Zixiao Palace conference…… is over!

When this poor Daoist completes his union with the Heavenly Dao, only then will I reopen the the Zixiao Palace; please, fellow Daoists, bear witness!

Yes!

The three thousand great Luo all rose at once, responding in loud voices.

Hereupon.

The the Zixiao Palace conference…… concluded its end! The era of the Lich and Demon has turned over a brand‑new page! PS: This volume ends (this chapter complete)