Chapter 495

This guy…… is Báizé!

The girl sent a voice transmission to Fengxi.

Hmm, too many factors, it must be correct. Fengxi secretly replied.

Nowadays, there are only a few Great Nets of the Grand Simplicity level.

One radish, one hole; personal experience decides, nothing can be hidden. One must grasp enormous capital as an accelerator for cultivation, only then can one stand out among the peak talent level barely differing among the Three Thousand Saints, ascend to the Grand Simplicity ultimate realm, bully men and women, and act tyrannically.

Otherwise?

Just slowly simmer away!

So.

Generally speaking, there is nothing like—just closing off for tens of millions of years, then suddenly emerging to shake past, present, and future, making the gods gasp; this kid is terrifying to that extent.

If it could really be like that…… why are we still fighting so fiercely in the great calamity, risking our lives?

Holing up in one's cave dwelling, being a dead otaku, occasionally going out, also sending out an avatar trumpet to have fun, being as stable as possible— isn't that nice?

The problem fundamentally lacks the conditions to hold.

We must step forward, walk out openly and aboveboard, and fight for our own patch of sky!

Even if it's Fengxi.

He, in this muddled way, obtained a bizarre huge investment, secretly grasped unfathomable capital, counting on his fingers— whatever Five Transit Dao Lords, whatever Buddhist bribe persons, whatever Five Emperors' spokesmen…… he also must don a layer of utterly proper skin, making him the human sovereign whom the gods dare not slight and must treat with solemn respect!

Without this layer of skin, unless he never acts in his lifetime; otherwise, once he displays power that doesn't match his persona, countless clear or hidden gazes would have already traced him to the root, wondering where he gets such squandered capital to run rampant.

He's like a deadbeat, owing a ton of debt; not keeping a low profile would be bad enough, yet he's extravagant beyond measure, reckless, throwing money around like dirt…… Is that reasonable? It's not reasonable!

What should we do?

Investigate!

Look behind you— what divine being gives you the audacity to mess around!

Ordinary Great Luos are like this, and the utmost supreme Taiyi Great Luos are even more so.

Each carved out their own territory as kings, being the undisputed overlords of their domains, thereby coalescing vast capital and wealth, which led to today's achievements…… At the same time, they also acquired very distinct characteristics.

These characteristics are unique tags and elements.

At this moment, the mysterious guest who hides his head and tail, in the philosophical Q&A with the girl, has displayed these elements…… Actually, it's already enough, implicitly revealing his identity.

——If one asks who is the greatest writer in the Honghuang world?

Of course it's Báizé!

Not Báizé— could it possibly be Fengxi!

Báizé, once a Historian, still is a part-time Historian, responsible for writing the history of all eras in Honghuang…… Besides the official histories, he also includes unofficial histories, and various odd writings that the masses love to hear and see— above, there is high-level gossip; below, not pornographic, but love stories.

His textual output ranks first, his interview and citation rates are highest— truly deserving of the title!

At the same time.

Nowadays, Báizé's workplace happens to be in the Heavenly Court…… said to come from heaven itself— is there a problem?

No!

But……

But the place he came from is wrong!

A high-ranking minister of the Heavenly Court has run into the human royal court…… This is really quite interesting!

No wonder he hides his head and tail…… Perhaps he himself feels embarrassed and finds it hard to come openly.

The girl and Fengxi exchanged a glance, both seeing the deep curiosity in each other's eyes.

"What does he want to do?"

Like father and daughter…… pah, it's a mutual understanding between ruler and minister, making the two speak in unison.

"Guest, why have you come?"

Hmm.

The third question has been filled in.

"Just…… to discuss a business matter."

The half-hidden guest smiled and said, "Mutual benefit, win-win, we're both good."

"Oh?" Fengxi didn't speak, but the girl narrowed her eyes and responded, her tone hinting at doubt, "I don't disbelieve your abilities…… but considering the situation, the current witch‑demon rivalry makes us seem like opponents, and moreover the Heavenly Court side seems to have the upper hand, yet you come here like this……"

"It's not that I distrust you, Dao friend; I just really can't convince myself…… Perhaps I hope you can explain a thing or two?"

"The Heavenly Court is the Heavenly Court, and I am I……" The guest smiled, "The Báizé in the Heavenly Court— what does that have to do with me?"

"I am I, yet I am not I…… the him in the Heavenly Court is merely a phase of my life; compared to boundless eternal time, don't you think it's really too insignificant?"

He smiled and threw the question back, leaving the girl looking bewildered.

She wanted to say something, but then saw the guest continue, "Under heaven, the eternal is not friends or foes, but interests."

"If there were a chance to gain growth elsewhere…… some issues are not beyond discussion."

"Who would want to be a lifelong worker?"

The girl fell silent.

These words sound terribly wrong‑headed, utter nonsense all through…… but even the nonsense contains a grain of twisted reason.

Working a job, and you're not even allowed to switch jobs?

What era is this, still able to imprison personal freedom?

Companies hire people, we all work…… we're not relatives or friends, so why gather together to endure work's hardships?

Obviously it's for the money!

Since we're talking money, don't feed me ideals and chicken soup—— if I'm willing to listen, it's an ideal; if I'm not, it's worthless.

Nobody owes anybody, after all, when I got injured in an accident during my commute, I didn't see the boss come over to bring tea, ask after my health, give careful care, even thinking of counting it as absenteeism— so what's the point of spouting nonsense ideals?!

In the study era, they don't see you investing; in old age, they don't see you coming to comfort and support; they neglect the young, ignore the old, and in between they plan to exhaust the value and kick you away, cold-hearted and ruthless, not seeing the ideals and warmth you speak of… So when everyone jumps ship, bosses shouldn't feel wronged either!

Originally, we came together for profit, so we should also be prepared to part ways for profit.

Jump ship and leave, seek a better position, bye-bye!

Right now.

This guest, between the lines, clearly is in the rhythm of wanting to jump ship.

As for why?

How big a benefit?

What made him have such a thought?

After the girl was dazed, a great curiosity arose.

"You don't want to work for wages… then you want to be your own boss?"

The girl spoke word by word, very slowly: "With your current strength, to say you want to be your own boss…"

She fell silent for a moment, her face becoming unprecedentedly solemn and serious.

"Pan——gu——"

"Are you beginning to prepare for Pangu?"

The girl's eyes flashed with sharp light, too blazing.

At this moment.

Even Fengxi, who bore great secrets and had seen much of the world, could not remain calm, his breath fluctuating, intensely attentive.

"If you want Pangu… then we are enemies." The girl said solemnly, "The so-called Pangu—only one person can achieve it in an era."

"Without sweeping aside all the Great Luo, letting the era turn by one's own will, letting the gods respect and submit, willing to become adornments for one's personal Great Dao… how can one be called Pangu?!"

——Look at this heaven and earth, this era, dry and barren, shabby, not at all smooth—what to do?

——Pan it!

Pan it and it's done!

Grind down all the edges, eliminate every problem and difficulty encountered, polish an era into the state most satisfying and desirable to oneself, and also gain unanimous approval from the three thousand divinities…

This, is Pangu!

Right.

Among the three thousand divinities and three thousand Great Luo, if anyone does not approve, you can first kill them, letting the remaining living ones approve and support, thus obtaining a hundred percent approval rate.

If you cannot solve the problem, you can solve the person who creates the problem.

Anyway, the Great Luo all have innate indestructible spiritual light; even if they fail, they can reload and come back.

"I want to become Pangu, but I didn't say I would contend for the achievement of Pangu in this era." The guest said helplessly, "I'm not stupid."

"In this era, I think even against the backdrop of all those who have become Pangu rising to power, it can be called the second most ruthless, second only to the first era—when even Pangu would personally go into battle and merge!"

"In the first era, it is certain that the Honghuang endures, all realms attain the Dao as Great Luo, sharing eternity, never falling… Behind this there are human repetitions, ideological conquests, changes in civil institutions, thereby establishing the foundation of the whole."

"As for the witch–demon war, it is the strong desire of the Heavenly Dao's intelligence to rise above, and the human aspiration for autonomy, the two colliding… Compared to the past it's somewhat lacking, but not by much."

"I know my own chips—I have neither the merit of opening the heavens nor the Heavenly Dao's foundation, so my chances are truly slim."

"So I have turned my gaze to the future."

"I hope that in the eras to come, I can advance a little in rank, become Pangu as soon as possible, completely transcend this vast Honghuang game, and obtain the power of freedom and autonomy."

The guest's tone was leisurely, looking forward to the future.

"When the interest comes, I'll jump in and play; when there's no interest, I'll sit calmly aside, and no one dares to bully me—the parties in the game still rush to give money, promising future filial piety."

Like Fuxi.

He often slacks off, goofs around, goes with the flow, acts as a loafer… but has anyone said anything about him?

No!

Not a single one!

They hop left and right, each occupying their own path, yet not a single beep is seen—just be happy.

This guest's ambition is not high—this is enough.

Just pan a gu, that's all!

Financial freedom, high status—nothing more, nothing more.

The girl's mouth twitched, having thousands of words stuck in her throat, yet she didn't know how to organize them in order.

In the end, it all turned into a single sigh.

"Ah."

"I currently don't even have the ability to prove the Dao as Pangu, and you come over to talk about this… isn't that somewhat inappropriate?"

The girl said.

"It's precisely because you, fellow Daoist, haven't yet become Pangu that we can talk!" The guest smiled, "If you were Pangu, what would we have left to discuss?"

"I can't even afford the price!"

He is quite self-aware.

Can an ant negotiate business with a dragon?

Impossible!

Compared to Pangu, the Taiyi Great Luo, though not an ant, may not be taken very seriously… At that time, one could hardly produce any stake that would move Pangu's heart, thus making a transaction.

Even if a transaction were made, the cost would be enormous—

If not careful, one would have to face another Pangu.

Just like the five heavenly emperors of the five directions who refuse to reveal their names!

They had a transaction with a certain Pangu, but if this transaction… goes badly and capsizes in the future, then they would have to grit their teeth and output against another Pangu!

A slight misstep in positioning, and one would die on the spot, instantly perish!

Thus.

The guest, having figured it out, plans to trade early, to give help in the snow, investing in the future bigwig.

One day, if needed, it will be a ballot in hand, supporting him to pursue his own Pangu path.

On this, he concealed nothing, speaking plainly.

After all, to conceal or deceive a Pangu... the price could be an unbearable burden on life.

"What you say makes sense."

The girl had to nod, "However, this business... what do you want to talk about?"

"What do you want to get from me?"

"And what can I gain from you?"

The Fire Master's heiress, negotiating calmly now, said, "Since we've brought up Pangu, I think it should be helpful to each other's endeavors."

"Show your chips."

"Of course." The guest acknowledged, "Of course... I, after all, am still working for the Heavenly Court."

"Although I have the idea of jumping ship, and I'm preparing hard to go solo after jumping."

"But I still have the professional integrity I should have."

"I can't openly betray... but?"

The guest smiled, "If it's a spy you sent, who picked up some data I accidentally dropped... for example, the data the Heavenly Court decided to modify and test on the tribe's origin to prevent Nüwa, the sovereign of creation, from controlling the Demon Race's source of creation..."

"This can't be blamed on me, right?"

I also 'don't want' to see this happen, but it happened helplessly... As for why, how can a spy be under my nose every day and I still turn a blind eye, seeing nothing?

"Well, the only thing to say is—I've worked for the Heavenly Court too long, exhausted, occasional lapses are normal."

The guest casually pointed out the method, making the girl's eyes light up as she took notes.

"Right."

The guest then continued.

"I know, Lady Nüwa constantly thinks of the August Emperor, her resolve unwavering."

"Perfect."

"I'm quite familiar with Fuxi, often meeting and chatting."

"If Lady Nüwa needs it... I can help her, closely observe Fuxi's every move, guess what he's doing, then regularly send reports for feedback."

"Assist Lady Nüwa, in correcting the family status, to speed up success."

"How about it? Is this good enough?"

The guest smiled.

"There are many things that even family, siblings, or spouses wouldn't fully confess... but a harmful friend is different."

"What complaints, grumblings... friends gather, sit at the table, open up, talk about everything... perhaps it's quite effective!"

"So... Lady Nüwa, do you need such a nail, rooted beside her brother, to be an undercover agent?"

"Swish!"

At that moment, the girl's eyes flashed, surpassing everything with splendid brilliance.

Planting a nail, arranging an undercover, beside the closely watched relative, closely reporting what they usually do...

This, this, this... this she's familiar with!

Of course.

This familiarity isn't from how many times she's used this trick.

But rather... being subjected to this method by others, she's become familiar through ordeal.

A familiar formula.

A familiar taste.

Thinking back to those days.

She, the great Nüwa, refused to submit to the fate of a worker, wanted to fish in troubled waters, to oppose her wicked brother... but she failed time and again.

Why?

Naturally because a vile, shameful undercover agent was planted beside her!

So, each time she was caught red-handed, her brother laughed and watched her, letting her go to work.

(End of chapter)