Chapter 494

Donghua is telling an unfunny joke.

This era's game is grand and merciless… Until the final verdict is reached, one can never clearly say whether past choices were correct or mistaken.

Especially the common folk with shallow foundations, unable to withstand great storms, need to pay even more attention.

However, these have nothing to do with the big shots of the witch and the Demon Race.

Don't just look at the present; the two sides are engaged in a vicious battle, fighting until their heads spin and the war fills the sky with blood and fire.

But no one knows when or under what circumstances, suddenly one day they reached a cooperation agreement.

The stronger one is, the more they can control their own fate, and the greater the leeway in their choices.

When one side sees that their camp's momentum has already waned, that it is a ship doomed to sink… could they really choose to go down with it?

Just think about it—it's absolutely impossible!

Find a suitable opportunity, alter the background, switch to a ship that can sail toward a bright future—wouldn't that be great?

Those who can attain the Great Dao as a Golden Immortal are hardly ever fools.

They are all shrewd.

Of course.

There are gods who are shrewd, seeking profit and avoiding harm; there are also gods who are wise, but because they cling to their ideals, they could leave yet stay, harboring obsession in their hearts, locked in a deadly struggle with the enemy, all for a sliver of hope so faint it's nearly nonexistent.

The latter is noble, worthy of respect, yet there's not much to say about it—so we'll skip it.

As for the former, depending on each person's strength and tactics, their ways of leaving the doomed flagship of their faction differ.

The mediocre jump ship alone, without having secured a next stop beforehand, or the next stop isn't very capable, not being a high-ranking opponent who could decide the tide… Thus, although shrewd, they ultimately cannot escape the fate of drowning, being thrown into a state of restarting from a save point, miserably clinging to life through countless Great Calamities.

But those who truly have ability are different.

They are way more badass!

Even as the losing side, to be swept up by the victors' great trend of humanity and held accountable, all sent to military tribunals for war crimes, happily swallowing all shares and permits, similar to the fate of the Dragon Ancestor back then.

But they always have tricks, like bringing out exclusive research on certain things as a bribe, buying off the enemy's high-ranking officials to sign an agreement, turning a blind eye to the wrongs they committed, or even getting bailed out while placating the harmed party.

Of course, although this can superficially preserve themselves, escape the doom, and board a new ship, their standing is worrisome; most can no longer expect the treatment they once had in their faction, needing to buckle down and start from scratch, hoping to gain a decent status in the future, grasp some leverage, and rejoin the game of contending for the Great Dao.

This, actually, is still ordinary, not worthy of being called a true big shot.

What then is a big shot?

It is being able to directly communicate with the helmsman of the new great ship, achieving the grandest deal, the largest exchange of interests, and leisurely waiting for the opposing side to send a helicopter to pick them up as their faction's ship sinks.

Afterward, they parachute in as leadership, leaving both sides' mid- and lower-levels stunned!

—Even such maneuvers exist?

As for this……

Currently, the openly active and lively Fuxi says, that's exactly such maneuver!

In the Demon Race, he is Xihuang.

Among humans, he is the Qing Emperor.

Coming openly, he just asks you whether you're convinced or not.

If only there weren't a hateful younger sister glaring at him from behind, always ready to strike with an inflated ego… then he would practically be a divine-life winner!

Unfortunately, he's up in years, and Nüwa suspects he might not be able to lift an axe anymore, so he starts eagerly trying left-right leaps and tearing off roof tiles.

Such examples of the Great Sage Fuxi are not unique.

Di Jun, Donghua… they smile without speaking.

Moreover.

This faction is still continually expanding.

They strive to use their own maneuvers to tell the vast masses of common folk and ordinary Golden Immortals—if you want to say you know how to play, it's still them who know how to play!

……

When Donghua the August Emperor and Tian Huangjun were discussing the script, communicating lines, preparing to pull off a big move to achieve some secret conspiracy, the double slaughtering sword of humans and demons…

There was a figure cloaked in shadows who stepped through the fleeting life-instant extinction spacetime channel, walking on the edge of existence and non-existence, heavenly secrets unfathomable, the Great Dao unknowable, a Taiji method that let no one detect them, they went straight to the gates of the human royal court, then paced left and right, seeming indecisive.

And eventually, this figure seemed to have made up their mind, gently knocked on the door, acting as a polite visitor.

At this moment.

In the hall, there was the current human sovereign and his adorable heir, the little padded jacket—Wawa, their duties clearly divided, just like the ancient Paoxi and the soon-to-succeed Fengxi.

At this moment.

Fengxi sat there leisurely, like an idle old master.

While Wawa was focused and earnestly handling the human realm's current affairs, aiming to achieve splendid results.

—This is the intern acting as regent, the royal court!

Even though Wawa's status is inherently noble beyond words, logically she wouldn't need to go through all this trouble; even if she directly descended to the human sovereign's position, the fire-master ministers in the court could only shout 'Long live the Mother Empress,' with no turmoil in management.

But!

Wawa feels that the foundation of the court is built upon the countless masses of commoners; she cannot act recklessly, brandishing the background of the Holy Mother would cause chaos, breaking the original game rules… at the very least she must achieve some results to prove to the masses that 'Wawa' is quite reliable, so you can rest assured a hundred thousand times!

Thus, this bizarre scene came to be——

The long-term laborer for Nüwa—Fengxi, he stood up!

Now, he is the boss's trumpet, toiling away with a pitter-patter, earnestly reading data, making reports… after finishing, he also very formally gives him a report and request, asking if anything still needs improvement.

Seeing a spot through a tube reveals the whole leopard—this Wawa kid can pick things up so quickly and become so proficient… perhaps she was once a famous laborer herself!

And Nüwa the Mother, rising from a mere laborer to now second only to the Ancient Below, wealthy beyond all of Honghuang, what does that show?

This shows that labor has a way out!

Laborers, labor spirits, laborers are all top-notch people!

There is no difficult work, only brave laborers!

Braving mountains of knives and seas of fire, writing an eternal legend, the countless hardships of late-night overtime work achieve a splendid future blessing!

Come on! Workers!

……

Fengxi strained his facial muscles, trying not to burst out laughing.

When the girl began to act as regent, I, who used to work overtime all year, suddenly became idle, like a landlord watching the maid Nüwa work hard for me, being exploited… I don't know why, but I just want to laugh hahaha!

It felt like a déjà vu from a midnight dream, and also like the pressure from years of overtime leading to a twisted psyche, secretly harboring a rebellious reversal—using the way of overtime to repay the boss, with his great wish fulfilled, his whole self seemed about to float away.

Of course, Fengxi didn't dare float too obviously… After all, for now he still couldn't defeat Nüwa.

Oh, wrong, misspoken—Lady Nüwa is so gentle, cute, and kind, worthy of subordinate's respect; how could he dare offend?

He could only secretly rejoice in his heart, while unconsciously adding a bit of work pressure to the girl, and when in everyone's eyes his little padded jacket began to furrow its brows, he blurted out——

"Girl, now the human race situation is complex, dealing with the Eastern Barbarians, opposing the Dragon Masters, and the greatest pressure from the Heavenly Court... After I step down, all of this will have to be borne by you alone."

"Now, you should learn more, so that later handling things will go more smoothly, right?"

"I have worked many years, fighting the Demon Race, fighting the dragons, fighting all evil forces, my spirit is gradually exhausting... In the future, that is, being able to go to that southern plot of land, taking a bit of the Fire Masters' base, attempting to build the Yandi Shennong system, allying with the phoenix, stabilizing the southern situation, sharing the burden for the royal court, and when you need it, marching north to provide support..."

"Alas!"

"My lady!"

"Your subordinate is incapable!"

Having said all this, emotions overflowing, loyalty brimming, a loyal minister of the ages—Fengxi, having exhausted his heart and mind, given his utmost loyalty, what could Nüwa possibly say?

She could only hold back hot tears, feeling myriad emotions: "Fengxi, your loyalty will not be forgotten by the organization, nor will I forget it."

"You plan to, like Donghuang, open a branch base for the human race in the south, to achieve a strategic advance against the Demon Race and to defend the royal court?"

"Good good good!"

"Since you have this heart, how could I not fulfill you?"

"When the time comes for you to leave, I will give you a larger share of the Fire Masters' resources, so that when you go south you won't go hungry or cold, and you won't need to start from scratch for anything!"

The girl's eyes held tears, on one hand calculating how much property to give Fengxi when he retires from the position of supreme lord; on the other hand, she worked herself to the bone handling affairs that should have been Fengxi's—her former subordinates all worked themselves to exhaustion, and as her leader from back then, what excuse does she have to slack off?!

Don't lie down!

Get up and work!

Slacking off is not the greatest value of life; work is!

Tired? Then it's right!

Comfortable? That's reserved for the big shots who have achieved the Dao like Pangu to enjoy!

One day without Pangu, one day without qualification to relax!

The girl, striving for self-improvement, her fighting spirit burning… At this moment she felt that, aside from overthrowing Fuxi and taking charge, there was another sense of mission that could not let down the efforts of tens of thousands of loyal subjects like Fengxi who honor Nüwa.

Work! Fight! Until the very last moment!

Fengxi, for several days, watching the girl work herself to death, felt somewhat like being sold out yet still helping count the money, his heart feeling rather complicated……

He felt a twinge of conscience, planning to go help share the burden; at the same time, his swollen vanity, akin to the strange feeling of disciplining a sister or daughter, made his butt feel as if nails had grown into it, firmly glued to the chair, his lips sewn shut, refusing to speak up to help.

He just stood aside, appearing to seriously review some work, while in his heart the little villain spun, tumbled, and leapt three hundred and sixty degrees.

Such a painting of the times, perhaps… maybe in the future it will be sung among the three thousand sacred beings, as someone's pinnacle moment.

"Bang!"

The knocked-on door reminded the sovereign and heir apparent that a guest had come to visit.

Fengxi leisurely set down his tea and the small dried fish on hand—this faintly resembled Nüwa's past enjoyment, now the tides have turned and it's his turn to assume such a posture.

On the other side, the girl put down her pen, her eyes vacant, her gaze losing focus for a while before regathering, looking toward the hall's outer door.

The two supreme Taiyi-level powers of the age, staying in the same hall… This has always been the sort of thing others detour around, with no fear of anyone.

For the mysterious, furtive visitors who arrived out of nowhere, none of them felt panicked; on the contrary, they remained quite calm.

As long as the visitor isn't Hunyuan, if they dare to show up we dare to kill them, and after killing we'll bury them!

"Sensing the aura, somewhat unfamiliar…" the girl mused, then laughed, "Although Honghuang is vast, there is no Great Luo I don't know… let alone a Taiyi Great Luo!"

"Even if they change their skin, the circle is just that small… I just don't know which old friend is hiding like this."

A great door could not at all block the girl's view; she easily saw the visitor who had come calling, shrouded in shadow, not revealing their true form.

"Since they're hiding, they probably aren't our open allies." Fengxi said leisurely, "Not an ally, then an opponent… well, I should say, a opponent we could win over."

"After all, this attitude of seeking an audience already explains what the problem is."

"Girl, you are already regent… you decide, to see or not to see?"

He looked at the girl.

"See!"

The girl said decisively, "Why not see?"

"Allies, I never mind having more."

"Make allies many, make enemies few… to win by many against few, to rely on strength to bully the weak—this is the proper noble way!"

"Unless in utter desperation, I don't want to try to create a miracle."

"Because a miracle… is precisely because it is rare that it gets sung about."

"There's no need to gamble."

The girl said this, and her voice suddenly rose loudly.

"Please come in!"

She was inviting the guest to enter.

At the same moment.

Fengxi's hands hovered in the void, wielding a mighty power that could shock the Myriad Heavens and strike across eternity, surging and vast, waiting within his body to erupt at any moment.

The ones who came are friends, so naturally you're good, I'm good, everyone's good.

The visitors are hostile, so we naturally need to tell him——this is human territory.

All good.

Everything went smoothly; nothing happened that made him feel upset.

The visitor has already struck up a conversation with the girl.

Who goes there?

The girl asked with a smile.

"I... am just an ordinary writer, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning." The visitor replied with a smile.

"Oh? Is that so?" the girl raised an eyebrow, "Then I don't know, where do you come from?"

"From... there." The visitor raised a finger and pointed toward the sky.

Fengxi and the girl both looked up, and then they both understood.

This visitor... his identity and purpose are quite intriguing.

(End of chapter)