Chapter 294: Grass Thicket Black Spear High-End Match, Ancestral Witch Pressure Shifts to Fengxi

Fuxi knows Nüwa's hand very well.

He knows exactly which powerful subordinates she has; among them are even top-tier experts whose strength can threaten the Yao Marshal's existence.

Such a great shaman is actually not much weaker than some ancestral shamans—in fact, the difference between great shamans and ancestral shamans, while partly a matter of strength, is most importantly about the networks they manage.

Their battle strengths are roughly equal, but you are alone while I can muster a hundred teammates… that decides who has the say.

After all.

We're all playing a power-building game… the most important core of a power is what? Development!

The more support one brings in, the larger their share, and that creates the distinction between ancestral shamans and great shamans.

Ancestral shamans are the board members.

Great shamans are like higher‑level workers; the capable ones also grasp a bit more share, but their authority and prestige still can't match those of the ancestral shamans.

The demon race is similar.

Of course, these are just divisions of status… the true ranking of strength can only be known after a fight!

Status is related to ability, but it's not an absolute, rigid relationship.

Especially when war breaks out, the two huge forces entangle and restrain each other… accidents are very likely to happen.

Based on Fuxi's understanding of Nüwa's hidden cards, one can roughly guess which enforcers the furious, exasperated Houtu will send out.

"If that day ever comes, we must do our best to protect our side's core members and prevent them from being taken out," Báizé replied with a laugh, "If we truly can't save them, we'll just offer them incense on holidays."

"Hmm… perhaps we can change our approach? Use this as bait to lure the impulsive Wu Clan experts who want to 'eradicate evil'?"

"Tsk, this can work!"

Báizé set off from the Yao Marshal's position, devising a plan.

"Hey! Your heart is pretty dark; if you were called Hēizé it would fit well." Fuxi sighed.

This immediately made Báizé unhappy——

"Others say I'm fine… what about you?"

That historian looked at Fuxi with contempt, saying, "You really have no qualifications at all!"

"No qualifications at all."

"Besides… my heart being dark isn't the fault of the times, is it?"

I have observed the Myriad Heavens through the ages; I know past, present, and future, and even the trivial details, yet I have seen too many instances of bad money driving out good.

Honest people often have to take the blame and pick up the pieces; diligent and conscientious effort is no match for flattering villains, and those who harbor noble integrity but are maliciously suspected must still prove their innocence.

To protect myself, I have no choice but to wear tinted glasses, letting my mind start from a very dangerous state to think about problems.

Báizé sent a mental retort to Fuxi—it was a vigorous justification, "I'm dark, and I'm right."

Finally, he turned the topic back.

"Like this matter right now."

"This little fellow Xianying came up with a plan, proposing how to target humanity in order to undermine the Wu Clan's foundation……"

Everyone heard his plan and kept clapping, praising him as an unparalleled talent among the demon race.

"But what is the real situation?"

Even if he doesn't bring it up, about half of the demon emperors and marshals present have already thought of it— they just consider the risks and don't speak it out.

Báizé chuckled, "For example, Fuxi, you… you wouldn't be unaware of this, would you?"

Xihuang smiled, neither admitting nor denying.

"In some ways… Di Jun is really too bad." Báizé sighed, "He absolutely knows how to operate—without a bit of scheming, how could he stay secure as demon emperor? He'll surely be sidelined eventually."

Moreover, with his strength, he needn't fear focused retaliation from the Wu Clan… he himself is a lightning rod, unbothered by greater firepower.

But in the end, he still screwed over Xianying and Jiuying, making them the scapegoats.

Báizé shook his head repeatedly.

Fuxi glanced at him and said indifferently, "This can be understood… leaders protecting their reputation isn't wrong, after all."

How could such a dark, vicious plan come from him? What would that do to his image? How would later generations view him?

If it were a suggestion from his subordinate demon god, that would be fine.

As a demon emperor, considering the big picture and the countless demon folk, not letting them make meaningless sacrifices, I have no choice but to reluctantly approve.

If later generations were to polish it a bit, the image of a righteous, noble, selfless ruler who loves his people and is devoted to them would spring to life.

"That…" Báizé nodded after a moment's thought, "Later I'll talk to him and hint at the issue of polishing fees."

Having said that, Báizé felt emotional.

"These days, as a historian, I don't even have spare grain at home!"

Fuxi was left speechless.

His mouth twitched, but he simply didn't know what to say.

——Brother, you've gone money‑crazy!

Finally, Xihuang could only forcibly change the subject: "Di Jun wants to be a wise ruler… he must both cherish his reputation and be able to push forward affairs."

So for now, Xianying the demon god will lead the charge, and afterward the plan against humanity can be approved and implemented.

"Not bad." Báizé muttered, "In the coming time, people on the human side will probably set up altars every few days, applying to the Heavenly Dao for merit, using the pretext of 'external advanced excellent experience' to 'aid human development' to fraudulently obtain various preferential terms; once they've gathered a sum of merit, they'll either flee or not really help humanity seriously, just leaving a token point and profiting slowly by sentiment."

"Humanity… tsk, they're probably in for a long beating."

The more beatings they receive, the higher the grudge against Xianying and Jiuying will be!

I just don't know if they can withstand humanity's future retaliation.

Báizé sighed, his eyes hazy, as if he saw the future scene of himself offering incense to his teammates.

"I think they can handle it." Fuxi glanced at Xianying the demon god, who had received much praise and encouragement from many Yao Marshals and demon gods, his spirit growing ever more exalted and upward, already beginning to expound at length on how to implement his proposal.

Perhaps it's not just Di Jun tricking him into taking the fall, shouldering the black pot and bearing future risks.

It's also possible he guessed Di Jun's intentions, voluntarily stepped forward to take the blame, gaining favor in Di Jun's heart, and thus rose straight to the clouds.

Fuxi said to Báizé, wearing a playful smile.

Di Jun: I need a scapegoat…… Gluttonous Beast: I know you need a scapegoat…… Di Jun: I know you know I need a scapegoat—rest assured, I won't shortchange you afterward.

Thus, the deal was struck!

Each got what they wanted.

If that's the case, then the gluttonous beast should clearly know the consequences of its choice…… Since it wants high returns, high risk naturally means it's prepared to bear the burden.

Fuxi's smile grew deeper.

He looked down upon the universe, his gaze spanning vast time and space, toward Mount Buzhou, toward humanity, toward their future.

We're all smart people, playing in a high‑stakes game, where seven or eight out of ten are old‑hand schemers, lurking in the bushes, firing black shots, each more adept than the last……

Yet it was bitter for humanity—right from the start it was a death‑match mode, with no room for choice……

……

A tumultuous, extraordinary experience awaits humanity.

Humanity, having just entered the competition, immediately stepped into the death‑match mode and must struggle within it.

Among the Demon Race, the old treacherous villains are all black‑hearted maggots, pouring out bucket after bucket of foul water.

And now humanity…… is just a newborn baby!

They had just opened their dazed eyes, and before them was only the most glorious, most splendid, greatest sun……

Oh…… oh no.

The brightness is turned up too high.

Nüwa muttered softly.

Under the resplendent merit golden wheel, she was too tiny, too insignificant, and had the spotlight stolen.

This cannot be tolerated.

So soon, the brilliance of the merit golden wheel was dimmed, while her own color and presence surged upward.

Finally, a crystal‑clear image was imprinted in the eyes and hearts of hundreds of millions of humans.

The feeling of intimacy, the heart's throbbing, the emotion of filial longing caused the people here to spontaneously kneel, bow their heads in worship, and with sincere hearts give thanks—thanks to Nüwa for creating them.

The grace of life, the grace of nurturing—these are the most important favors.

Nüwa's gaze softened for a moment.

But soon that softness was covered, settled; the light in her eyes became lofty and supreme, aloof yet enduring.

She surveyed the mountains and rivers of eternity, after coldly staring at the Purple Cloud Palace for two glances, then continued to act out the script she had written earlier.

"The human body is a small cosmos; the cosmos is a great human body……"

A resounding Daoic voice issued from the mouth of the Goddess Nüwa, spreading across past, present, and future, the three realms and six paths.

She deliberately blurred some concepts—normally unrelated—but in this situation they served as propaganda to gild humanity's face, covertly borrowing Pangu's act of splitting heaven and earth and transforming his body into the myriad things, to give humanity a brilliant golden coating.

"With humanity's emergence, my Dao is perfected…… The supreme primordial Dao fruit of the dark and yellow heavens and earth is attained today!"

"From this day forth, I am the sage of the Heavenly Dao, proclaiming Heaven's law and turning the wheel of teaching!"

As the words fell, the most tremendous might swept across the entire Honghuang universe!

Nüwa became a sage.

But she was not happy; she was deeply troubled.

Sorrow is better shared than borne alone, so……

On the eve of being restrained in battle, she burst forth with the most dazzling radiance, making the world tremble, knowing the awe‑inspiring, supremely virtuous and wise great Goddess Nüwa's power!

This counts as throwing a little tantrum.

Of course, even a little tantrum is not easy to endure.

Under that terrifying pressure, the entire Honghuang universe seemed to congeal.

Time and space halted, vital energy froze, heaven and earth seemed to fall into utter stillness, as if sealed by eternal ice.

Death, strolling with leisurely steps, paced back and forth awhile on the hearts of all beings, making their bodies tremble and their souls fill with fear……

Even after endless ages pass.

People can still clearly remember that fear of being dominated by Nüwa.

When Nüwa's pressure lifted.

When death's shadow receded.

Only then did the myriad creatures of the world, trembling, finally let out a great sigh of relief.

Afterward, countless beings shouted in their own voices, the sound as mighty as Mount Buzhou calling out, or the star‑filled sea praying, shaking the vast expanse of eternity, unceasing.

"Congratulations to Lady Nüwa on ascending the holy throne, governing heaven and guiding the Dao, may her holy longevity be boundless!"

Having faced a real death threat, the myriad creatures felt relieved from the heart.

Thus, they racked their brains to compose the grandest words of praise, to laud the Goddess and congratulate Nüwa.

At this moment.

At this very moment.

Nüwa's overbearing nature—who knows how many who harbored ill intentions toward her were frightened into silence, no longer daring to chatter nonsense about making this top‑tier goddess a consort.

Because she demonstrated the ability to easily crush them into eternal ruin!

Of course, everything has its pros and cons.

Nüwa's idea is that no one dares to oppose it.

But humanity…… likewise became even more alluring.

Who made humanity hook up with merit?

……

When Nüwa finished creating humans, they casually made some basic survival facilities for the newborn humanity, then summoned a glittering golden phoenix, rode it soaring through the heavens, inspected the entire nine realms of Honghuang, and finally took possession of their own heavenly realm.

Creation and Chaos, creation of heaven and earth, in the void giving rise to myriad phenomena and all things, accomplishing a vast and boundless universe.

This universe exists semi-independently outside Honghuang, inside it lies the most luxuriously decorated palace—the Nüwa Imperial Palace!

From now on, in the eyes of the world, Nüwa will constantly reside in this palace, paying no heed to the troubles between the Wu Clan and the Demon Race.

Pure and at ease.

Unsullied by the mundane.

Of course, this is false.

But those expendable pawns used for scouting, emitting light and heat have no idea.

They are still rolling up their sleeves, rushing toward humanity, eager to grab a big share of the broth.

「Merit, I've come! 」

「Transmigrators, advance! 」

……

「……Regarding this matter, the highest level of my Wu Clan shows great concern。」

Fengxi stood on the stage, presiding over a meeting.

Here, all attendees are great witches, none below the rank of Daluo.

Facing these colleagues, Fengxi spoke at length, transmitting the pressure from the ancestral witches downward.

——When the Demon Race began to make a move, the Wu Clan's intelligence department received the relevant information.

In fact, even without this information, the Wu Clan's reaction would not be much slower… after all, among the Twelve Ancestral Witches there is a top expert of the Zhouguang Dao.

Zhu Jiuyin!

He, his subordinates, are versed in time and ages… when dealing with enemies, information may become distorted, making accurate prediction impossible.

But sorting out humanity's internal affairs?

That is still no problem.

Several aspects combined, and the ancestral witches came to understand the gravity of the matter, giving it high importance.

This pressure was immediately passed to Fengxi, the hidden chief of the think‑tank team.

Fengxi cursed the Demon Race's shameless deeds on one hand, while churning the foul water in his belly on the other, seeing if there was any way to resolve it.

At the same time, he gathered personnel, repackaged the pressure, and passed it on.

「The ancestral witches' instruction。」

「On one hand, we must do well in absorbing speculative capital, so that humanity can introduce various technologies and resources without arrogance or inferiority, launch the development of civilization, achieve mutual benefit with supporters and investors, and unite them with us through shared interests。」

「On the other hand, we must also be able to identify opportunists, strike them harshly, prevent them from disrupting the market, and guard against being led astray……」

「Colleagues! 」

「Our trial has arrived! 」

(End of chapter)