Chapter 487: with translation of chapter title

Fengxi's gaze was a little strange.

This Lei Ze, the Great God… is probably also a marvelous god!

Indeed.

Just as he had anticipated.

The words that Lei Ze, the Great God, spoke next were extremely funny.

"If you can't pay, you can offer something else instead…" Lei Ze said calmly, "If I can't give banknotes, I can give meat tickets."

With fellow Daoists Di Jiang and She Bi Shi, they subtly encourage indulgence in certain aspects, a lax attitude toward chastity—no matter if my body is impure or not, as long as my soul is pure, that's enough.

By cooperating with the promotion here, I can offer my flesh and elevate my soul.

That works out well.

It also happens to be a good chance to help a few fellow Daoists with their plans—just having a child is enough; who the father is doesn't matter.

They visit tourist spots, have some fun along the way, then return to reproduce, creating a bunch of broken single-parent families; infants are born under an indescribable atmosphere—whether they can grow up successfully is another matter—and it also drains resources from the Heavenly Court.

Demon reproduction was meant to be based on eugenics and proper upbringing.

Now, with Lei Ze's move, the mental stimulation and distortion of one's worldview… at the very least, proper upbringing is out of the question.

"So ruthless!"

Fengxi let out a soft sigh.

Lei Ze's methods are not particularly outstanding in terms of destructive power over wealth.

But it's truly indefensible!

Because it's packaged under a very slick publicity campaign, each step alone seems fine, but together they become a major problem.

Traveling far and wide, seeing the world, enjoying beautiful mountains and waters to purify the spirit—is there a problem?

No!

Female demons have the right to decide over their own bodies, the right to make life choices and learn from mistakes; no male demon may excessively interfere or blame them, criticize their chastity—this is the greatest and most noble freedom of demon life… is there a problem?

No either!

Money is important, but not the most precious thing; every demon must believe in themselves and recognize that they have something more important than money… is there a problem?

Same, no!

Above, none of them have any problems.

Too bad.

When they are combined, with a spiteful god adding fuel to the fire and assisting from all sides, they become an endless source of calamity.

That works out well.

It's too hard to defend against.

Unlike some of the Ancestral Witches' tricks, if the Heavenly Court really comes down hard, it can still be handled.

After all.

The legs belong to the demons themselves, running all over—how can we control them?

The Ancestral Witches present are all very shrewd; after Lei Ze simply says a couple of sentences, they all understand what's going on.

"Lei Ze… your plan is a good plan." Di Jiang hesitated before speaking, "It's just a bit underhanded, harmful to customs."

"Be careful one day you might trigger the innate defense mechanism of the human way."

"After all, the human way is fine when thoughts are chaotic, but otherwise it's just a fish belly."

"But when everyone unites, the water becomes clear, and all sins will have nowhere to hide."

"By then, you'd better watch out for retribution from the unseen."

Di Jiang's kind reminder.

Houtu also chimed in with a couple of sentences.

"Hahaha!" Lei Ze, the Great God, laughed heartily, showing a spirit of self-sacrifice for the greater good, "For the great collective of the Wu Clan, I'm not afraid!"

"Even if I'm smashed to pieces, I'll have no regrets!"

All the Ancestral Witches were instantly moved.

But the next moment, Lei Ze's words backfired, twisting their faces, leaving them unsure what expression to make.

"Furthermore."

"I don't want to harm the demon race… but I can't help it!"

"I can't control myself—because I'm being manipulated by Luo Hou, the Demon Ancestor!"

"The evil Destroyer Demon Ancestor Luo Hou never gives up his reckless ambition; taking advantage of one night when I went out to relieve myself and was careless, he invaded my spirit with a demonic thought, causing me to suffer from fire deviation and mental illness!"

"That's why I came up with such an evil plot!"

Lei Ze said this with an arrogant expression.

"Everyone!"

"Have you been acting as gods for too long?"

"Have you all neglected fellow Daoist Luo Hou's proper duties?"

"In this regard, we've fallen behind! We need to learn earnestly from the Heavenly Court!"

"Everyone knows they're tagging us with the fire deviation label, trying to kill our fellow Daoist, the Wind Marquis!"

"You'd agree, right? Little Fengxi!"

Lei Ze looked at Fengxi.

"Exactly!"

Upon mentioning this, Fengxi immediately discarded half of his remaining conscience and firmly supported Lei Ze's statement.

Yes!

That's right!

We here are all fine gods; how could we do so many scheming things?

It's all Luo Hu's fault!

It's him! While the ancestral witches were gestating, he drove the earth's turbid qi, invading their origins, turning them into reckless, easily agitated half-puppets that he could easily control, so that at a critical moment he could use us as a knife to harm the Demon Race's people!

A thousand mistakes, ten thousand mistakes—all Luo Hu's fault!

We... we are also victims!

Fengxi shouted loudly.

The field was first silent.

Then, fierce applause rang out!

Yes!

You're right!

Everything is Luo Hu's doing!

Ancestral witches shouted one after another, making the hall's atmosphere heated and excited.

In this joyful atmosphere, the group of thirteen happily reached a consensus, determined the work, and helped their comrade Donghua Emperor pave the way, infiltrating and breaking through the Heavenly Court's mental defenses from within!

……

The wind rose.

It rose suddenly, it rose inexplicably.

Ordinary demons couldn't see the big picture; they could only see—since when, streets and alleys, all directions, countless temptations have risen, teaching them how to enjoy life, how to raise their status, how to package themselves.

Luxury goods big and small seemed to become the standard of high society overnight.

This wind came from the extremely noble group heard of—the Primordial Divine Sages.

Originally.

Foreign goods come with rare attributes attached.

What more, foreign high-end goods?

Only when material needs are met—wearing a Candle Dragon Watch, driving a Divine Dragon Luxury Car, drinking the Yaochi Immortal Brew, bearing a shimmering dream-colored Spirit Diamond, and pairing it with the latest Rosy Robe from Phoenix Nest Mountain, the kind of gorgeous beauty walking the red carpet—can a demon's success be shown!

As for these details, almost every little demon can recount them like the back of their hand.

After all... the Beidou Jiuhuang Entertainment Company has worked hard to sponsor and broadcast many film and TV works, sparing no effort to promote them in the dramas.

Those luxurious outfits, flashy rides, sparkling diamonds, elegant and noble wine-drinking settings and manners, and most importantly—the extravagant aura of wealthy demons shopping, paired with background little demons bowing and scraping, serving guests more attentively than their own fathers...

Who wouldn't like the pretentiousness of demons among demons?

The vast majority of demons like it!

They felt the baptism and impact from the Three Views.

It was as if a dust‑sealed country had suddenly opened, the new world's gate swinging wide, letting those who hadn't built a solid mental defense suffer a sudden shock, leaving an impression as deep as possible.

Once the impression formed, they eagerly wanted to prove themselves—just like after a sudden windfall, still maintaining their original frugal life, not arrogant, not restless, not hasty, not slow, they would first make careful plans, not spend, but hire specialists to point out the depths of each trade, then study patiently, weigh things clearly to manage finances well, guard wealth—how many out of ten could do that?

The Demon Race now faces exactly this situation.

Donghua Emperor killed, killed, killed; then the carefully prepared humanity dividend was perfectly distributed by the Golden Crow Prince entrusted by the Heavenly Emperor Jun, leaving every demon with ample funds.

Then... the great shopping spree began!

An era of decadent luxury descended.

The ten princes also thus gained great fame, for a time being called the great stars leading the new era, and gradually began to hear calls for an heir.

But... good times didn't last.

Because money is never enough.

Especially in luxury consumption.

Having grown accustomed to wealthy, refined lives, everyone's horizons have risen; who could easily return to past thrift?

Easy to go from frugal to extravagant, hard to go from extravagant to frugal!

But reality again teaches how to be a demon.

Thus, the wind of advance consumption blows again, sweeping over the Demon Race up and down, accumulating the seeds of disaster.

Not long after.

This spark was deliberately picked out, used to launch the strongest tower assault, pushing the Heavenly Court's ten princes onto the forefront of the storm!

……

I'm still a baby!

Under the Fusang Tree, the ten princes of the Heavenly Court gathered, sighing in unison.

According to the growth period of the Golden Crow race... they are indeed babies.

Of course, this baby has its problems.

Having received the best education resources, from birth they were implanted with myriad human wisdoms in their hearts, and often the Heavenly Emperor Jun would take them with a thought to roam ancient and modern epochs... though they are babies, their wisdom and strength are none other than outstanding among the Taiyi Realm, never lacking hope to contend for supremacy below the Daluo Realm.

Young yet mature, wise and perceptive.

Regarding the Demon Race's current situation, as the persons in charge of distributing the related humanity dividend, they can roughly grasp what's going on from the flood of information.

Those old seniors, bullying us so hard... don't their consciences hurt?

A Golden Crow Prince sighed.

"Probably not," another prince murmured, "listening to what Father said, in those ancient eras some old seniors did even more shameless things."

Like a certain unnamed ancestor, to prove that the Primordial Spiritual Treasure belongs to the virtuous, relying on convenient foundations, first displayed Daluo achievement, then made the entire Honghuang sky three feet higher, wandering among the birthplaces of the Primordial Divine Sages, stealing what was originally their home.

In that era, anyone who possessed even a single Primordial Spiritual Treasure could be called a prominent figure among the Primordial Divine Sages.

But... the Dao rises a foot, the ancient rises a zhang.

That *Ancestor, however, had fallen into a plot—every innate spiritual treasure he had gotten hold of was flawed, a scheme concocted in perfect collusion by the highest administrators, all to prepare for the day they could defend against a rebellion of the Heavenly Dao's intelligence and crush the AI crisis.

In the end, the *Ancestor cried and shouted for a share of the treasure, holding nothing back—he simply couldn't bear it.

Besides this *Ancestor, there is also the Demon Ancestor…… This one fares worse; the so‑called Three Thousand Demon Gods, bred from the resentment of those slain by Pangu, were problematic from the start.

The Three Thousand Demon Gods, who shared Pangu's pants and covered for each other, all went ashore together when the Heavenly Court went bankrupt and creditors came calling for debts of the human realm.

Apart from the Great God Pangu, whose aim was too lofty to whitewash, the rest were all cleaned up and happily continued their mingling.

These are all the glorious feats of our elders…… Compared to the Rahu Demon Ancestor, this one was dug a pit for even before birth, with no lower bound to the bullying.

I'm still at the baby stage, only just getting a taste of society's beatings—I ought to count myself lucky.

The ten Imperial Princes looked at each other, and suddenly they all got teary-eyed.

Is this life even fit for a bird!

With so many ruthless gods, they now launch an all‑out offensive, blooming across the entire Demon Race's territory, creating every kind of contradiction…… Those contradictions immediately turn into spears pointed at them, so that the masses point at them.

Once, they were greatly thanked by the little demons.

Now, the incompetent hat—once it's on, just how solid it is!

As for this, they haven't not thought of trying to correct it.

But truly…… they simply can't manage it right now!

This all depends on individual ability!

Honghuang is so vast, the Demon Race's populace so numerous…… How could a mere ten Taiyi possibly keep them in check!

Even if their forces are formidable, many are troops of Di Jun, and there exist Great Luo Demon Gods.

Experience, exposure, ability…… all lacking, so they've had no effect whatsoever.

Press down one head, and the other pops up.

When they finally straightened out the thinking over there, the other side flared up again.

They considered coming down hard, sending the army straight over to hang anyone selling luxuries or doing wrong…… At a glance, even the birds were dumbfounded.

What's to be done?

Some groups have far too many hidden controllers pulling the strings behind the scenes!

Take, for example, that "North Dipper Leek Yellow Entertainment Company"—it can even rope in some of the current lords of the Heavenly Stars, not lacking in senior officials of the Heavenly Court.

Shebishi—Doumu Yuanjun, this ancient goddess really knows how to be a deity.

Once she makes a move, she takes care of every aspect with just the right measure…… Who would believe she could directly come to terms with some of the star lords?

Even though the Wu and Demon races stand opposed, she has carved out her own path and gained allies!

Sky‑high fees, yin‑yang contracts, money‑laundering…… a smooth series of operations that win hearts and provide attentive service, making the behind‑the‑scenes of the North Dipper Leek Yellow Entertainment Company deeply entrenched and hard to shift.

And what about the Imperial Princes?

Call your dad, your uncle, and we'll still give you some face…… you?

Forget it!

Besides.

The Wu Clan's army moves in full coordination, its sharpness fully exposed; the Heavenly Court needs to tend to its people's hearts…… you few Imperial Princes, better take it easy!

(End of chapter)