Chapter 460: Learning well takes countless years; learning badly takes just an instant

Then we wish you, Donghua…… a smooth journey.

Another person's radiance also gradually faded, revealing their true form, surrounded by a holy emperor's aura, majestic and divine beyond compare.

Rest assured, when the time comes…… even if Dragon Ancestor's life is tough, your scheme won't be able to take it away.

His gaze was cold and indifferent: "Other Grand Void Golden Immortals have perished, yet he still breathes—he simply won't die……"

No matter what, we must help him a bit, letting him 'commit suicide'.

Yes!

The last figure gave a meaningful sneer, "Heh."

Siblings' Black Manor……

Old Dragon, you say he's not smart, but once he opens his mind, he can get infinitely close to the truth.

But if you say he's smart…… since we've already assumed such a terrifying possibility, why does he still have the courage to be arrogant?

Originally fine, everyone agreed to replicate Dragon Ancestor's life on Nüwa—half glory, half ruin—just because they met someone both correct and incorrect.

"A ultimate loyal minister!"

I don't have much energy left to worry about other things…… after all, Hongjun and Di Jun are no pushovers, and Nüwa has become much sharper, hard to deceive.

But why?

Why do you, Dragon Ancestor, keep repeating reminders of something already past and settled? Even in front of Nüwa?

This behavior seems to be opposing Nüwa, creating restrictions for her…… but in fact it's helping her!

Is this Nüwa's divine rival? Or our piggish teammate?

This is forcing us!

Yes…… this is forcing us!

In this time-space, it is gradually being eroded by the mist of time.

Only a single intense, horrifying killing intent, gradually surging and boiling, makes ninety-nine percent of Golden Immortals panic and tremble; even a Supreme Emperor who has reached the Grand Void realm would feel their scalp go numb.

Because…… it is a conspiracy of three Grand Void Golden Immortals, and may even involve more beings of the same rank.

A terrifying black curtain slowly unfurls.

It is too terrifying, demanding a peak existence to be extinguished.

Whether it is murder or 'suicide'!

……

Pleasant cooperation.

Gonggong achieved his desired goal, his power further expanded, his influence among humans grew stronger, and he felt satisfied.

From now on.

The Dragon Masters' situation of repeated suppression will ease—or rather, the share reduced in the human royal court will be compensated from elsewhere.

Shamanic Sacrifice Committee System!

Dragon Totem expansion, further!

Originally, among humans, the totems of all clans were equal; none was inferior to another.

But now, 'Dragon' has been given extra weight!

Totems gather, Dragon shall reign as king!

This is also why Gonggong previously did not hesitate to clash head-on with Houtu.

On one hand, without Nüwa, the human race's holy mother, loosening her lips, Gonggong couldn't obtain entry rights among humans; on the other, Nüwa is still the creator of humanity and all beings, holding the household register and demon-summoning banner, managing the totem foundations behind many clans.

Nüwa not only oversees humans, but is also the highest honorary representative of the Demon Race.

Both sides hold fast; Gonggong's desire to contend for Pangu is ultimately unavoidable.

On the Pangu Road, at the final moment, they become opponents.

Just like the relationship between Di Jun and Hongjun—who would want a Grand Emperor above their head?

Everyone unanimously agrees externally; internally they sit in rows and share fruits—this too requires careful consideration… ultimately it comes down to who is slightly more skilled.

Heh.

Houtu gave a meaningless chuckle, paying little heed to Gonggong, who was relaxed and self-satisfied; his gaze grew much deeper.

"All right." She said offhandedly, "Just take care of the totem trifles later."

Now the key is winning over Emperor Donghua's side…… any objections?

She rested her hands on the table, examining each of the present Primordial Shamans in turn.

At this moment, Houtu has shed some of her youthful laziness, becoming more mature, steady, and dignified…… it seems Gonggong's provocation has made her grow a lot.

This time, even if Fengxi looks at his superior again, he can scarcely fathom their thoughts.

The eyes are the window of the soul.

Before, when Fengxi met Houtu's gaze, he could inexplicably grasp her general mood—whether she was happy and feigning calm, or appeared calm while desperately noting things in a little notebook…… or……

In short.

Over the years, Fengxi's rapid promotion—aside from his sufficient personal ability—has largely been due to——

Aside from Fuxi the Great Sage, no one understands Nüwa better than I do!

Now then……

Fengxi's such keen special attack has disappeared.

Even, not only has it disappeared!

'I feel…… there might be a backlash?'

Fengxi's tiny heart harbors great doubt.

The majestic, stern Houtu—her gaze is so penetrating it seems to trace back along the line of sight, pointing straight at Fengxi's inner heart!

Is Fengxi scheming in his heart? Is he holding something bad?

I don't know the details, but I can roughly judge the whole—just like Fengxi used to be, good at guessing his superior's intentions.

A double reversal, too subtle.

A more vivid description would be like before, a scoundrel older brother looking down on a mischievous younger sister, rank suppressing, everything under control.

Now, it's a dignified older sister intimidating the stinky younger brother at home, grasping the big picture, managing all household affairs—if you utter another peep, your pocket money next month is gone!

This is even more obvious than the suppression of ruler and subject status; besides physical harm, it also carries magical harm!

This inexplicable change leaves Fengxi bewildered, yet he must deal with it.

Fortunately.

He, Fengxi, is a great loyal subject.

Over the years, although he has repeatedly been tempted by Fuxi the Sage's sponsorship, he has always steadfastly held to Nüwa Lady's position, unwavering, without betraying his conscience—working for Nüwa on one side while secretly contacting Fuxi the Sage on the other, reporting all his leader's thoughts in little memos, acting as a double-dealer and flying high.

'Mm!'

'I have a clear conscience!'

Fengxi, thinking of his pure-hearted loyalty, immediately steadied his mind like Mount Buzhou, not panicking at all.

With a clear conscience and no hidden guilt, why would he fear someone knocking at the door in the middle of the night to check the gas meter?

Houtu also noticed nothing amiss, scrutinizing the high-ranking individuals present.

And when Gonggong, such a troublemaker, stops causing trouble, everything becomes harmonious.

'I have no opinion.'

'Me neither.'

'Same as above.'

«…»

The ancestral witches voted one by one, with no objection to spending heavily to subvert Donghua.

'Very good.'

Houtu's gaze was calm and composed, bearing the dignified majesty of a ruler.

She displayed her sovereign authority, looking toward Fengxi.

'Since this is your proposal, do you have a rough execution plan?'

'Although Gonggong, due to his mindset, has somewhat extreme views on some issues.'

'But we should estimate the enemy generously.'

'As for Donghua, we still need to have the necessary preparations.'

'If Donghua wants to be friends, we will show the enthusiasm of welcoming friends.'

'If he wants to be an enemy, using a false facade to deceive us and let the wolf in… then we must prepare to shut the door and beat the dog.'

Houtu's attitude is clear.

Fengxi pondered briefly, then nodded seriously, 'We do have a plan.'

'Moreover, I estimate the effect will be quite good.'

His gaze suddenly turned to Gonggong, he grinned, 'That is, we might need to trouble Ancestral Witch Gonggong a bit.'

'Huh?' Gonggong furrowed his brows.

Fengxi, however, had already averted his gaze.

'The Donghua Emperor's position is doubtful.' He looked around, 'However, from his recent conduct and life experience, I can roughly understand what kind of god he is.'

'Setting aside his private morality, which is hard to prove, he is a symbol of justice, seeking fair redistribution of human-path dividends resources, opening advancement channels for humanity.'

'He represents the demands of countless tiny individuals, striving for everyone to be like a dragon.'

'He might eventually join the Heavenly Court of Majesty Fuxi, perhaps for this reason… because the dragon clan's grand unification means success is also failure, making it hard to recreate the open opportunities of the rise process; in this regard, it is actually inferior to the phoenix lineage's myriad blossoms.'

'Hmph.' Gonggong gave a cold snort.

Fengxi didn't care at all— as the saying goes, 'if the lord is humiliated, the minister dies'; Gonggong just mocked Houtu, so as his subordinate, how could he not secretly regain some face, belittling him with a couple of remarks?

Instantly, a visible smile flashed across Houtu's face and vanished.

Mm.

Although she has become somewhat more dignified, her general temperament remains much the same as before.

'Ideologically speaking, our Wu Clan has room to win him over.' Fengxi spoke at length, 'Then, from a benefit standpoint…'

'Considering the worst case, Donghua is very greedy, indeed insatiably greedy.'

Fengxi's mouth curled slightly, 'That would actually be better—it just depends on whether Lady Nüwa has that breadth of mind.'

'Oh? How so?' Houtu leaned forward slightly.

'Everyone is greedy, even the Great Luo cannot escape.' Fengxi laughed, 'If there were no desire, the age would stagnate, hard to develop forward.'

'However, greed is greed, but the levels differ.'

'Some greed is low, merely seeking personal desire; some greed rises to the era and state, being greedy for the world's masses…'

'The Great Luo, the perfect crystallization of the human path, also possesses this trait.'

'What they crave is to write everything with their own Great Dao, to fulfill their dreams… Pangu is the ultimate achievement of this greed!'

'I don't know if Lady Nüwa has the ambition?' Fengxi asked with a smile, 'Using it as bait, will volunteers take the hook?'

'You mean…?' Houtu fell into thought.

'Give him a chance to contend for Pangu!' Fengxi said lightly, 'I think, even if Donghua truly has problems and is entangled with Xihuang… such a promise would be enough to make him defect and split from those behind him.'

'Can the Wu Clan offer such a stake?' Emperor Jiang interjected.

'The Donghua Emperor's room to rise in the Heavenly Court is almost gone.' Fengxi did not answer directly, merely analyzing Donghua's situation, 'At most, it would just be one more sovereign in the Heavenly Court.'

'Besides, the administrative authority lies in Di Jun's hands, and military power in Taiyi's.'

The most troublesome thing is that behind the Heavenly Court there is still a hand—Hongjun!

We can tell Donghua—even if you have enough prestige in the Heavenly Court, even if you have knocked down Di Jun and Taiyi, what can you do?

In your actual situation, you are still a child emperor, or a puppet!

To not be inferior to Hongjun, this Dao ancestor, even by a bit.

Rather than this, it would be better to come to our human race's faction, where there is hope to achieve everything in one step.

Fengxi, facing Houtu's position, clasped his fists in salute to show respect, saying, "In our human race's faction, Lady Nüwa is broad-minded and truly has the bearing of a leader."

Her mind is broad and boundless, open and aboveboard, without the hidden, unfathomable scheming of some people, whose minds are as deep as an abyss.

They won't just talk about fair competition on the surface while secretly stabbing in the back, engaging in monopolistic practices and suppressing others.

What she longs for is a showdown at the peak, a thrilling, exhilarating battle!

For this, he generously bestowed upon the ancient ancestor of the dragon clan a title and authority, so that in the future he could participate in the contest for Pangu's Dao fruit in his most vigorous form.

Fengxi spoke loudly, "This is the magnanimity and resolve of the highest leader of our human race's faction!"

The ancestral witches listening on the scene, at this moment each of their faces turned strangely unprecedented.

Good fellow!

Really a good fellow!

Just now it was clearly a situation of forcing the palace, Gonggong's ambitious ambitions, but in your mouth it turned into a fierce praise of Nüwa?

Using the dragon clan's caused irrevocable facts as a raft, to deceive, treating it as a horse bone worth a thousand gold, to swindle Lord Donghua the Emperor?!

Gonggong's expression at this moment is wonderfully splendid.

But he also couldn't say anything.

After all, he had just come up with a baseless accusation, forcing Houtu to nod and concede, for the sake of the bigger picture.

Now, similarly for the bigger picture, Fengxi uses him as a raft… he just has to endure it!

Even if he strongly suspects that there are some factors of Fengxi venting anger for Nüwa in this.

But when facing outward, they must keep in step.

"Hmm... this set of propaganda talk is very good, very nice, I like it a lot." Houtu also laughed, "Nüwa, a heroic maiden too!"

Honor the virtuous and humble the scholars, grant special privileges, and commend the dragon clan's years of effort and contribution.

What kind of magnanimity and bearing is this!

Hmm.

This set of talk can also be incorporated into the human race's shamanic ritual system for promotion later.

Houtu said leisurely, "Let the world know that the human race distinguishes rewards and punishments— as long as one is willing to make an effort to contribute."

By the way, give the dragon clan a tall hat.

If a lord loves his subjects to this extent, then a subject who does not spill his liver and brains on the ground, sacrifice his life for the human race's cause and register his household as repayment, does he still deserve to walk the world? What face does he have to call himself king and hegemon?

That is trash!

Houtu laughed and gave orders.

Many ancestral witches' faces changed again and again.

Everyone was uniformly shocked.

To learn well, it may take countless years.

But to learn badly?

It might take only a moment!

Being forced into the palace by Gonggong, Houtu… seems to have begun actively integrating and comprehending something.

Di Jiang's perception is keen.

He, lost in thought, looked at Houtu's desk; his gaze passed through the desk board, where a book lay open.

'Fuxi once governed the Heavenly Court; during that period, his notes on handling state affairs and balancing factions?'

'Tsk tsk…'

'Have you begun to study earnestly, absorbing and comprehending it?'

(End of chapter)