Chapter 351

How could a person not beat a dog?

That's exactly what Yun Yao means.

"You say that." Hao Ying laughed beside him, "If this gets out, the Heavenly Dog clan will strongly object, saying you're looking down on their entire clan… be careful not to spark inter-clan conflict."

"All right, except the Heavenly Dog clan." Yun Yao went along, "But everyone should understand the meaning."

Our weakness in grassroots command may be a shortcoming, but there are many ways to compensate for it.

Forming alliances and using superior force to break them… some work, it's time to finish up.

Yun Yao's gaze lingered.

"Have the branches of the human race spread, and have each tribe's totems been officially erected?" You Chao looked spirited, "Indeed, it's now time to finalize this work."

A grand sporting event is both a stage to showcase our human spirit and achievements, and the best platform to legitimately launch large-scale cooperation and expansion.

"Exactly… our human race will further cooperate with other clans there, creating a complementary alliance model." Yun Yao smiled and nodded, "Compared to the Heavenly Court's overbearing approach, they'd love to be the rule-makers and managers of the entire Honghuang universe."

Our human race will be far more benevolent—we will fully consider the needs and opinions of all clans, seeking mutual complementarity and exchange of resources and technology on the basis of respect, to achieve perfect harmony among all civilizations and races.

This is a very complex and special era, with diverse and vibrant cultures, trade and communication spreading across the Honghuang, information exchange influencing consciousness… everything converges into the grandest surge.

Our human race will become the trailblazer of this era… upholding openness and respect, we will conscientiously maintain this era's healthy development, promoting the rational and orderly combination of production, trade, and other factors among major clans and civilizations, enabling efficient allocation of cultivation resources, balancing and improving the complex market fraught with surplus and scarcity, thereby creating the most open and balanced cooperative system, driving and aiding the development of weaker civilizations, putting into practice the blessings and expectations that Pangu bestowed upon humanity and all living beings.

This is where our human race's current goal lies… if we can succeed?

There is great hope to dismantle the Heavenly Court's current hegemony, causing them to fall from the clouds and never again hold their lofty position.

Yun Yao stood with hands behind his back, "They just devised an ideology, forged demon race consciousness, trapped all of humanity and living beings within it, and then openly sucked their blood?"

Then we'll go raid their base… dismantle its foundations, and see if the Heavenly Court can still be so arrogant.

As for war, our human race is limited by its warlike foundations; perhaps we can't match the demon race… but change the battlefield, and it's unclear who will defeat whom.

Drag the opponent into our rhythm and cut them down!

Yun Yao opened his arms, as if embracing a bright future.

"Yes! Cut them down!" the sages exclaimed in unison, all sharing a firm consensus on future victory.

Of course, having consensus is one thing.

On the other hand, it doesn't hurt for them to stand a bit farther from Yun Yao… after all, this human sage's current state is like a case of chuunibyo; standing too close risks distorting the vibe, turning it into a black mark in one's life.

That's Fengxi, who is still standing close… but he isn't thinking that much; he's preoccupied with some things.

"The sports meet should be held; recently we need to strengthen publicity and get the word out." Fengxi's eyes darted about, "But at the same time, we can also tack on some secondary publicity."

"What do you want to do?" Yun Yao raised an eyebrow.

"Make that Di Jun guy blacken the sky!"

Fengxi gritted his teeth.

He is just that kind of vengeful man.

The Great Luo terror sent by the Heavenly Court into demonic realms, plus the envy, jealousy, and hatred of single dogs toward scumbags… these complex emotions piled up, leaving Fengxi utterly displeased.

How can we let that guy be so smooth and content?

On one hand, acting as a Heavenly Court bigwig, plotting various schemes, pressing the troublemakers… here striking at the human race, there striking at the Demonic Sect.

On the other hand, he can sweet-talk, carry off a pair of Great Luo goddess sisters, and forcibly feed them dog food.

He's taken all the good things… how unreasonable!

How unreasonable!

Fengxi emphasized his tone.

Exactly… exactly!

Not far away, many of his colleagues echoed him, sharing the same attitude, proving the unity within the human race, a true mutual hatred of enemies.

Di Jun will face a reputation tribulation… and at the same time, also lend some support to Emperor Dong Hua.

You Chao spoke solemnly, "This Grand Minister of Fate of the Heavenly Court has always been tolerant and caring toward all clans since taking office; he's truly a great deity."

Since he's a good deity, how could he not have a good ending?

Our human race should make use of its role as the biggest factory and trading hub in the Honghuang universe, helping this Great Sage spread the word, so that humanity and all living beings come to know his ideas, thereby securing victory in the debate with Dong Huang.

Let his school of thought become the mainstream of the Heavenly Court's Minister of Fate system for a long time to come.

You Chao spoke with deep meaning.

That way, I think the Heavenly Court won't have so much idle time to secretly cause trouble for our human race, with various small moves constantly popping up, impossible to guard against.

"Quite right!" Huang Xiong, Hao Ying, and a few others responsible for resisting the Heavenly Court's rhetorical attacks, wise men who have persisted to this point and are somewhat exhausted, eyes brimming with hot tears, nodded with unprecedented vigor.

They've been waiting for this day for far too long!

Finally, we've seized the opportunity!

Let those good-for-nothings of the Heavenly Court also taste the flavor of worry!

…… - ellipsis, no names.

Di Jun is furious, and the Heavenly Court is furious.

In the shortest time, they became the focus of all beings' attention.

Various commentators, displaying great eloquence, elaborated on the actions of Di Jun and the Heavenly Court throughout the banquet.

No matter what kind of readership, one can find something that scratches their itch in it.

If there are readers concerned with current affairs, the commentator would then feature the Nether River Demon Ancestor, describing the brutal treatment he suffered… the author, speaking through the demon ancestor's voice, expressed his helplessness and indignation at being bullied by the two major ruffians.

The text is detailed, the emotions genuine, and the ending still has several striking touches.

What's similar—when the slaughter knife fell on the Nether River Demon Ancestor, I didn't speak up, because it had nothing to do with me; when it fell on the heads of humanity, I still didn't speak up, because it had nothing to do with me; but when the knife fell on me, feeling the Heavenly Court's tyranny, I wished someone could help me… yet, there was no one left around.

Sincere emotions are most likely to resonate, making many demon race beings feel endangered.

Sometimes, when the slaughter knife is swung, it doesn't matter whether you're on the same side.

For a moment, criticisms of the Heavenly Court's high-handedness spread widely, seemingly on the verge of developing into a traditional art form.

This is only one of them.

If these troubles and worries, because they can also entangle the Wu Clan and drag them down, are not that serious.

Then, the scandals surrounding Emperor Donghua are what truly give the Heavenly Court's leaders a headache.

After all, those earlier criticisms were just empty boasts; they could not shake the Heavenly Court's rule.

The latter, by dragging countless members of the Demon Race into the fray, making their opinions truly matter and driving changes to the Heavenly Court's laws—that is a strike aimed at the jugular.

Di Jun took this very seriously, personally stepping in and organizing manpower to control the situation.

Unfortunately.

The ensuing barrage of insults made the Demon Monarch's mouth twitch, his face drawn long, leaving him somewhat unable to cope.

After all, with the alliance of humans and the Wu Clan, plus some vague assistance from those ambiguously related Great Luo beings, all sorts of rumors ran rampant.

The fervor of this trend was so intense that its heat surpassed that of the Nether River Demon Ancestor, Emperor Donghua, and their ilk by more than a hundredfold!

From this we can see.

Among the vast multitude of human beings, only a small fraction truly pays attention to the state of affairs.

Unless the blade falls upon them, affecting their very survival and quality of life, they would rather learn about gossip and scandals to satisfy their curiosity in those matters.

They might not be able to name all the thousands of Great Luo demon gods who hold office in the Heavenly Court, along with their titles.

But when it comes to many scandals and secret histories, they know them inside out, all sorts of things for the sake of protecting their beloved little ones.

Moreover, their enthusiastic elaboration and embellishment sometimes impress people with the breadth of their imagination, prompting them to remark—

If they could bring such lively thinking to their cultivation, such proactive and eager exploration and association, then the average cultivation level of the entire Honghuang might well rise by two or three minor realms.

It is precisely because many beings possess such intense curiosity.

It even gradually gave Di Jun a subtle feeling of lifting a stone only to drop it on his own foot.

Indeed, he needed the heat to divert many gazes from the human race and to take the lead in charging forward, laying the foundation for the Demon Race's troop buildup in the coming period.

But…

What on earth is this gradually derailing atmosphere?

"Why, even the little imperial book has appeared?"

Di Jun let out a long sigh.

"And the small advertisements have come out too?!"

"I greatly overestimated the lower limit of that bunch's integrity… they could still go lower!"

He pinched a thin sheet of paper, crudely made, the sort of promotional material plastered all over many streets and alleys.

It was covered in writing that anyone who understood would get.

"Male, how can you say no!"

"Providing a good life for one's partner is an inescapable responsibility!"

"Renowned expert in consultation, superb technical application, typical case studies… a generation's marvel, having examined the daily life of a man capable of marrying sisterly beauties, distilled into many precious information crystals, so you too can be as full of yang vigor as he!"

"The royal secret not passed down—know it and you've made it!"

"Interested parties, please call the hotline: ************"

"Who did this?"

Di Jun asked the Báizé Yao Marshal at his side.

This top strategist of the Heavenly Court had his face taut—otherwise he feared he would burst out laughing.

"Your Majesty," Báizé said, word by word with difficulty, "I have been investigating this matter for quite some time already."

"But so far, I have found nothing."

"But I can be certain that the mastermind behind this is a Great Luo being, no doubt…"

"Of course I know it's a Great Luo being," Di Jun's eyes twitched, "after all, not just anyone has the ability to plaster countless streets and alleys throughout Honghuang overnight and become all the rage across the cosmos."

"What is called reckless insanity?"

"This is it!"

"Those who write the little imperial books can be forgiven; they sneakily post on some platforms, like '**Community'…, fully exhibiting the essence of thievery."

"But those who plaster small advertisements everywhere are quite another matter."

"As if a spring breeze came overnight, advertisements covered all of Honghuang."

"It was highly successful and bizarre, throwing the whole rhythm off, sickening people to an unmatched degree, making Di Jun feel deeply annoyed."

"I originally expected some relationship experts to voice their views, offering all kinds of varied interpretations, stirring up heat while sparking debate, discussing gender issues, laying the groundwork for reproductive rhythms, all within controllable limits."

Di Jun said gloomily, "But what's going on with this now… how should I put it?"

"It's just outrageous!"

"What damned secret of the Golden Crow royal line, what damned eight‑foot organ length… this seriously damages my personal reputation and image!"

Báizé clenched his face, saying nothing.

"Isn't there a hotline number on this? Have you investigated it?" Di Jun asked.

"I have investigated it," Báizé replied, "but over there there's only a foolish AI‑type service, with no real person at all."

"All kinds of questions are met with preset answers, providing not a shred of useful information."

"All right." Di Jun sighed, rubbing his forehead, "It truly leaves not a trace of a clue."

"Yes." Báizé nodded, "In fact, this is also the biggest clue."

"Under our Heavenly Court's pursuit, those who can still remain perfectly hidden, leaving not a trace… are only a tiny handful of individuals."

"The Grand Dao Ancestor, Hongjun."

"Lady Nüwa."

"The Holy Emperor Fuxi."

the Nether River Demon Ancestor.

the East Splendor Emperor.

Five Saints, relying on the Heavenly Dao.

Moreover, among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, there are a few like that.

Báizé listed them off one by one, as if counting his own treasures.

Strength is the foundation.

Without sufficient strength, you can't be a good troll.

After all, if you anger someone, they'll come straight over the internet and beat you to death!

Protecting oneself is of utmost importance.

The mastermind behind spreading the Golden Crow royal family's secret is clearly an expert among them.

Not a trace of his information can be found; it's all cut off in the Void.

Eliminating all existence, returning to absolute nothingness—this is the profound mystery involving the Great Simplicity, and the suspects are instantly narrowed down to a dozen or so targets.

But that's not very useful.

"Among these people, the vast majority have a motive to spite you," Báizé said, his mouth twitching.

"Nüwa, the Nether River Demon Ancestor, the East Splendor Emperor, the Wu Clan's Ancestral Witches, and the Three Pure Ones Saints whom you arranged for the demon master to cause trouble..."

"They won't openly attack, but they might secretly do something disgusting… that's not impossible."

"Sigh!" Di Jun stared blankly, then let out a sigh, "The world deteriorates, people's hearts are not as they used to be!"

"When will these customs become simple and honest?"

……

In a dim corner of the Sea of Blood.

"Calling you to disband my army..." a mighty one hummed, then printed out several trillion flyers.

(End of chapter)