Chapter 423: Asura Conquest, the Heavenly Emperor's Son

An ancient god's secret utterance came from Xihuang, who demanded a split of the spoils.

Fuxi fixed his gaze.

Oh.

It turned out to be the Demon Ancestor Minghe.

At this moment, this Great Luo giant of the Great Simplicity level was also in line to pay.

Naturally, because he was strong enough and senior enough, this Demon Sect magnate had a special green channel, so he didn't need to queue with ordinary people.

Right now, Demon Ancestor Minghe, despite rushing to send money, had a piercing gaze; besides private voice communication, he openly hinted nonstop.

"Xi!"

"Compared to back then, you've fallen!"

Minghe's voice continued to arrive, echoing in Fuxi's heart, his tone filled with regretful sighs.

"Time really is a most special blade."

"It has changed too much."

"Back then, as stubborn as Rahu, he did labor reform in a life‑sentence prison, and eventually sincerely repented."

"And there was once the August Emperor Heavenly Emperor, whose virtue and prestige crowned the age, the source of human Dao civilization; now he uses cheating methods, ruthlessly harvesting the hard‑earned money of newbies, the sickle of cutting leeks waving nonstop… sigh!"

Demon Ancestor Minghe sighed.

In response, a flicker of smile crossed Xihuang's eyes as he replied via voice transmission, "Really? Really?"

While posing the question, he took the betting money from Minghe, openly putting it into his waist pouch, but secretly? He immediately handed it back.

"What's going on? You know it yourself..." Minghe muttered, "Now I understand why you were so confident before."

"Say what you will—if I lose the bet, as a friend I won't take a penny of the stake, returning it in full; if I win, I'll compensate exactly according to the odds, without a difference."

"All right!"

"In the end, we simply cannot win!"

"The option of a draw never existed from the start!"

Minghe muttered.

Had he known it would be such a trap, he wouldn't have bet… it's pointless!

Like a mere extra, he was just there to fill the numbers.

"This must have been arranged behind the scenes, right? Surely?"

"You, the Grand Witch, and the Demon Emperor plotted together, cutting the leeks of all outsiders and teaming up to run a huge black operation?"

"You can eat recklessly, but you can't talk recklessly." Fuxi transmitted calmly, "Minghe, you can't spout nonsense… that could get people killed!"

"……" Minghe's gaze was strange, like an arrow, seeming to pierce Fuxi's chest and see his conscience.

"Fine."

Xihuang seemed to have finally discovered his conscience.

Perhaps seeing too many Great Luo divinities helplessly handing over money, their countless years of effort vanished in an instant; looking at the imitation Heaven‑opening Axe, they dared not resist, could only be the harvested middle class, letting the big capitalist banker Fuxi's compassion stir.

"What you say actually has some truth to it."

He spoke solemnly, "Of course, I'll only admit this reasoning in private; the moment you turn away, I'll deny it and even sue you for slander."

"As someone with a certain status in both the Heavenly Court and the human race, I can tell you for certain—the two camps of Witch and Demon have always pursued a policy of suppressing and annexing forces that lie outside."

"I now step forward, draining the money of countless newbies… it has never been for myself."

"I don't love money! I have no interest in it!"

"So not a single coin of the money collected will ever go into my hands; it will all go into the treasuries of the human race and the Heavenly Court!"

He said this with earnest conviction.

Minghe believed him.

Moreover, he thus suspected that many Great Luo beings had been lured into frenzied double‑sided betting, and wondered about the undisclosed reason behind it.

But now, saying anything is too late.

Moreover, knowing the behind‑the‑scenes darkness, he had no intention of provoking the Witch and Demon camps—indeed, the spectacular sight of the five major powers all appearing together had shocked him.

Any one of them, in pure combat strength, is not inferior to him, and some are even stronger!

To step forward and pierce this layer of window paper?

Is it to experience the rare ordeal of five against one?

"If that's the case, why are you returning my money in full?" Minghe blinked.

"This… on one hand it's our years of friendship; on the other, I can't stand the way the high‑levels of the Witch and Demon factions eat." Fuxi's words radiated immense nobility, like a white lotus striving to rise from the mire, "So I decided to keep false accounts, preserving your vital strength."

"Minghe, I know what you're up to."

A smile reappeared in his eyes.

"You know all that?" Minghe answered sheepishly, "Sigh… we neutral masters of great divine abilities just don't want to be oppressed any longer."

"I sympathize with your situation. Unfortunately, I can't help much, nor is it easy to help." Fuxi transmitted, "So I can only do this to give you a little support."

Minghe felt solemn respect.

"Old friend Fuxi, I was wrong about you just now—I apologize here."

"Your virtue remains lofty, your character still great… you are still that August Emperor Heavenly Emperor, the conscience of the human Dao, the hope of all beings!"

"Your contributions to the human Dao and all beings will one day be remembered again by ancient history, eternal and imperishable!"

"Let us encourage each other in the human Dao!"

"Let us encourage each other in the human Dao!"

The two top experts of the Great Simplicity level have now reached consensus.

Minghe weighed the betting money returned to his sleeve, feeling its weight for the first time, a sense of mission lingering in his heart.

The Asura clan seizes the moment to rise, with righteous teachers attacking the wicked witches and wizards—it is already inevitable.

This is both the dream of having one's own Pangu and the mission and responsibility of being part of the human Dao!

In a moment, the Nether River Demon Ancestor's spirit was invigorated, striding out of Chaos and straight back into the Honghuang heavens and earth, leaving many divinities astonished.

Fuxi watched the demon ancestor's back, blinking, then blinking again.

"Mm… I forgot to finish what I was saying."

"Old friend of the Nether River, you have mistaken me, Fuxi."

"You say time is a blade? It has changed too much?"

"Tsk… actually, I have never changed."

"Still the same boy from back then who dug pits and buried people…"

With a mysterious smile playing on his lips, Xihuang called out loudly, "Next!"

"Coming, coming!"

A shining bald head appeared in Fuxi's field of vision.

"I am Jieyin, I accept the bet and concede!"

Jieyin the arhat was generous, producing the Eight Treasures Merit Pond and pouring out coins with a clatter, drawing the involuntary gazes of many Great Luo.

However…

"Familiar taste, with a slightly altered formula…" Jieyin openly counted money while secretly doing something similar to the Nether River, communicating nonstop, the only difference being…

"Speak, who do you want to scheme against this time?" Jieyin was very direct.

"Do you think I misunderstand you?" Fuxi replied with a glance.

"Hehe…" Jieyin indicated he wasn't buying that, "Our friendship forged from scheming against each other… so what do you say?"

"Old treacherous friend!"

"Fuxi, tell me, how can I get back the money you've taken from me? My Buddhist sect is in a period of development, and we still value small sums."

"And I also know you're not short of money… perhaps, compared to money, you need capable hands more."

"My Buddhist sect offers its value; name your price!"

"We'll state the price openly, no deceit to young or old!"

"Good! Refreshing!" While Fuxi counted money, a smile lingered on his face, not knowing what exactly pleased him, "I appreciate your straightforwardness as a trading partner."

"If that's the case, I don't need to play the friendship card or use you indirectly… I'll just speak plainly."

"Someone wants to pull strings to find a fallback for their descendants… of course, it might not even be needed."

"I've considered it for him and think the Buddhist sect might be a better fallback."

"Huh?" Jieyin was surprised, then became solemn, "For you to consider me for a fallback… that's no small matter!"

"That's natural." Fuxi gave a tiny nod, almost imperceptible to outsiders, "Actually, if it's just a simple fallback, it means nothing to that person."

"But if you add various miscellaneous conditions—such as wealth and honor, or industry transfer—"

"Then it becomes somewhat difficult."

When Fuxi said this, Jieyin suddenly understood.

"Seeing your description, I think I already understand…"

"In the face of possible bankruptcy, preparing early to divide and transfer assets?"

"Using the descendants' names to store an anonymous fortune elsewhere… then, after the storm passes, reemerge gloriously into the world?"

"That's right." With a rich smile in his tone, Fuxi said, "I've considered it for him, so I chose your Buddhist sect—who called the Buddhist sect so good at finance?"

"Mastering all kinds of financial means, various miraculous pledge schemes, and possessing an enormous scale, it seems capable of hiding an inconspicuous fortune."

"That's highly immoral!" Jieyin's face turned solemn.

"Don't pretend." Fuxi bluntly pointed out, "Morality… some in the Buddhist sect qualify, but the rest? When accepting believers' donations of land, property, and blessed grottos, they show no hesitation."

"Is it because the money is too little? This bet stake isn't worth your effort? Without reaching a three‑hundred percent profit, trampling all human law and morality?"

"Those who know me, Fuxi also!" Jieyin gave a thumbs‑up, "A mere bet stake isn't enough to make me go all out… after all, your implication, giving cover, would offend another major power."

"The big shots are all immortal Great Luo; once they bear a grudge, they'll remember it for tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of years."

"The benefits aren't enough; it's not worth my going all out."

"Then let me say…" Fuxi transmitted his voice, his tone lingering, "If you could also gain the friendship of a Heavenly Emperor?"

"This condition… is it enough?"

Jieyin's gaze instantly brightened.

Just as others were about to look over, that gleaming gaze retracted.

He is a smart person.

After all, who could think of getting rich through lending and not be clever!

Moreover, the Buddhist sect is now even stronger; somehow it has achieved a tremendous evolution.

The Great Vow Loan method spreads everywhere, gathering the borrowing ideas of various independents; once a certain amount is reached, they go to the Heaven‑Earth Bank for collateral, obtaining low‑interest merit, then adding a bit of interest and distributing it downward.

Then it cycles again.

Round after round, with a single principal, the Buddhist sect can turn over loans amounting to two or three hundred times that base!

They need do nothing else.

By living off interest, the Buddhist sect can fill their coffers to overflowing.

Of course, doing this is not without risk.

One misstep.

The extermination of Buddhism looms near.

Jieyin felt that the Buddhist sect needs a protective umbrella.

And one Heavenly Emperor……

Jieyin thought of too much, too much; with Fuxi's guidance, he instantly pierced through vast mists, seeing part of the concealed truth.

"Five Directions Heavenly Emperor……Five Directions Heavenly Emperor!"

He chewed on this term in his heart, feeling that some people were daring enough to play with it.

"My Western Land, there ought to be a Heavenly Emperor stationed here……"

Having figured out many things, Jieyin was understanding and sensible, thus replying to Fuxi: "If there is hope to gain the friendship of the Western Heavenly Emperor, the Buddhist Sect would naturally seek it; how could we push it away?"

"My Buddhist Sect has always been warm and hospitable, opening wide the door of convenience."

"The offspring of the Western Heavenly Emperor will come as guests; we will not refuse."

Moreover.

"The teaching of my Buddhist Sect: lay down the butcher's knife, become a Buddha instantly; enter my Empty Gate, past grudges vanish."

"The grudges of the forefathers should not accumulate to the next generation…… When will the cycle of revenge end?"

"The Buddhist Sect is willing to contribute its modest strength to create a beautiful, harmonious age of humanity!"

What the Ancient Buddha Jieyin said was all high-sounding.

Fuxi's expression was somewhat inexplicable, but it flashed away: "If you agree, that's fine…… then the matter is settled as such."

"When the time comes, perhaps you Buddhist Sect will need to step out and run an errand…… as for the specifics, we'll have to see the situation then."

"That person might demand that, at the crucial moment, you swap things, replacing the Crown Prince with a raccoon dog."

"Or perhaps it's merely dividing the property afterward, providing concealment…… then give that Heavenly Emperor's offspring a sufficiently noble status, which counts as a job and standing."

"I understand…… I understand!"

Jieyin smiled until his eyes narrowed.

This left many Great Luo bewildered.

How could they lose money yet still look elated?

Could the Buddhist Sect really have become this wealthy?

……

Next!

Again next!

Fuxi's little stall never stopped being busy.

He has received top-tier experts and also met newbie Great Luo.

From beginning to end, he has adhered to a principle.

Experts' money, returned in full!

Newbies' money, accepted in full!

Because……

Newbies only have useful money, while higher‑caliber experts can play a bigger role.

Money is merely one way to achieve goals, but not the only one.

Fuxi being so busy, the big shots of the witch and demon sides also glanced askance.

That atmosphere was somewhat strange.

One didn't know if they were showing contempt with their eyes.

or if they were giving him alternative support.

Hard to say, unclear, and no one dared to ask.

Until then, Fuxi cheerfully packed up his stall and waved his hand.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"The battle is over, everyone return home!"

A flash of spiritual light passed, and Fuxi split into two.

Xihuang, Suiren, each leading the way, headed toward the Main Base.

(End of chapter)