Chapter 498: Fuxi: Bai Ze, are you happy?

Intermediary? No problem!

The girl readily agreed.

She even agreed to trade the ownership of human script; now, regarding the demon script involving the Demon Race, Nüwa doesn't mind lending a hand.

After all, you have to let the horse eat its fill before you let it run, right?

Moreover.

Mister Bai now, through Nüwa's connections, has obtained each important component of the Pangu Path, incurring a huge favor and karmic debt.

Then, someday.

Mister Bai has truly succeeded in becoming Pangu and now has speaking rights in the Pangu Committee.

His stance and attitude—can they not remain consistent with Lady Nüwa?

Don't think that after Pangu, there's no more strategizing.

Not only that, it will be very lively!

For example——

If Nüwa succeeds in overthrowing and ascending, attaining the Dao of Pangu, striking down her brother, she will gain a momentary glorious victory.

Could her brother possibly tolerate being bossed around by his stinky little sister, not daring to even fart?

Of course that's impossible!

Even in his dreams, he must regain his dignity.

But battles between Pangu-level beings are too hard to settle in single combat…… the most practical thing is still a group brawl!

Group brawls are the true way!

Supporting one's loyal confidants and followers, or allies with shared interests, attaining the Dao of Pangu and raising one's voice—this is a very suitable method.

Besides that, there's also a legendary existence—the connection household!

Take an example——the Three Pure Ones.

If one of them attains the Dao of Pangu, shouldn't they look after their brothers and help them attain the Dao as well?

In that case, other Pangus looking on…… what a fine bunch!

You think one Pangu per person is enough, but you want a whole family of three brothers, all neatly becoming Pangu, and even rank near the top?

What do you want to do?

Want to throw your weight around and act tyrannically?

I, Hong Mou, can't stand such injustice——so this is Tie Lang, everyone, go up and vote for him!

Beat the shit out of him, then stuff it into my office, so I can take over the blessings…… pfft, it's for serving the masses!

In fact, there's already a precedent for the connection household——

Fuxi and Nüwa.

The elder brother has become Pangu, and the younger sister is also among the Pangus.

The subtleties of the merit of Opening Heaven, many ancient gods and sages speculate, perhaps not without that exalted one's indulgence, giving Nüwa in this era a terrifyingly vast startup capital, enabling her, with near-divine riches, to draw in connections, thus gathering a great host of scattered Great Luo, to besiege the general manager of the Heavenly Dao institution in the Purple Cloud Palace—Hongjun, achieving the myth of 'boiling'!

Otherwise.

With Pangu's supreme power, where life and death, existence and non-existence arise in a single thought, if he simply refuses out of spite, how could so much merit remain?

He would have long been wiped clean.

Many Great Luo suspect that, although the brother and sister appear united in body but divided in spirit, having had a falling out, their feelings remain deep; the elder brother intentionally helps the younger sister, smoothing over her difference with Hongjun, who has cultivated the Heavenly Dao to perfection, creating an opportunity for fair competition in becoming Pangu, which smacks of giving her a back door.

Just as often, these Great Luo, absentmindedly in the dead of night, see Fuxi sleepwalking while holding the divine axe of reason, almost ready to paste a note on his forehead reading 'I love killing gods in my dreams'……

Just think back then, on the battlefield of Opening Heaven, one who laughed and cried while madly slaughtering teammates—that Pangu……

Thus, they all decided to follow their true hearts and pretend nothing happened.

Nobody fears death.

But nobody wants to die for nothing.

Right?

……

Nüwa is calculating that, by investing in Mister Bai now, the future benefits she can reap will add allies stationed in the same trench.

She readily agreed to handle the negotiations with Kunpeng.

As long as Kunpeng doesn't suffer a loss, she won't let him set an outrageous sky-high price, so high that Mister Bai couldn't afford it even by selling himself.

"Well, since I'm acting as an intermediary, the rules still have to be observed." The girl smiled, "After all, an intermediary ought to make some profit."

"You say, is that right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, exactly that principle." Mister Bai laughed, "After all, it's trouble for you to make the trip; please use your own connections, Lady, and also bear responsibility as the guarantor of fair trade in credit and martial strength……"

"With such a huge contribution, if I don't go along, wouldn't I be terribly clueless?"

"Lady, how much money do you need?"

Mister Bai inquired.

"Talking about money…… that's just too vulgar." The girl waved her hand, "I don't like money; I have no interest in it."

"But as for reputation and such, I do have some ideas."

"Mister Bai, you speak."

"Someday, if I succeed in becoming Pangu, I'll stir up whatever Vermilion Bird Gate change in Phoenix Perch Mountain, seize power by force, and take charge."

"After that, I'll imprison the elder brother, bind him five ways, lock him in a dark room, and give him no food if he doesn't work……"

"Would that leave some infamy in the history books?"

The girl asked for advice.

Mister Bai is a clever sort; hearing the string's song, he knows the refined meaning, and upon hearing it, he knows how to respond.

"What brother do you have?" He made his position clear, his butt already sitting askew, "You are clearly the eldest sister in the family, with no one above you and a younger brother below."

"And this younger brother is unruly, unaware of the principle that an elder sister is like a mother, mischievously tearing off roof tiles at home, disturbing the peace of the world."

"For the sake of all beings in Honghuang, you had no choice but to harden your heart, righteousness overriding kin, mobilizing troops to suppress him, making him face the wall and reflect, so that he might develop remorse and understand the princess's painstaking efforts."

"This is a fine tale worthy of being sung for a thousand ages!"

"How could there be a bad reputation?!"

Mr. Bai spoke confidently.

The girl listened, smiling satisfiedly.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

"Historian Sir, truly a loyal and upright one who holds the brush and speaks straight!"

"It seems……"

"When this era ends, the task of writing history for this age will still have to fall upon a divine talent like Mr. Bai!"

The girl admired.

"Her Highness overpraises me." Mr. Bai answered humbly, "In fact, it is precisely because a supreme sage sovereign like you first appeared, wandering the universe, causing all beings to pay reverence……"

"Thus we have a place to employ our martial skills, to display our talents and ambitions!"

As they spoke, the two Taiji ancient gods, who are top hegemons of the present age, began to boast to each other about business.

Meanwhile, the incumbent human sovereign said nothing, sitting calmly and unobtrusively to the side, almost lacking presence, watching their performance.

Clearly it is a three-person movie, yet he cannot have a name.

But the person involved does not feel anything wrong.

No matter how you say it, after all, he has witnessed historical secrets, right?

After all, what matters is participation!

Regardless of how much one participated or what they contributed.

Just like an Excellence Award.

Isn't an Excellence Award still an award?

Will it be looked down upon by first-, second-, and third-place awards?

Is there still heavenly principle?

Is it looking down on people?

Moreover.

Comrade Fengxi, he not only witnessed history, he also recorded audio and video!

From Mr. Bai's visit onward, through the various secret plots thereafter, to the point where both sides grew weary of their business boasting, they thus solemnly signed a contract, clearly stipulating that one would go to surveil Fuxi and, after the battle, hype the victor, while the other would trade the ownership of human scripture and, as an intermediary, guarantee a fair transaction.

The whole process was complete and flawless!

If one day, the Great Sage Fuxi, by accident, picks up this thing that Comrade Fengxi inadvertently dropped, and realizes what a crazy transaction using him as a bargaining chip……

Hey!

Fengxi idly daydreamed about an interesting timeline, a possible future, the corners of his mouth slightly turning up, both curious and regretful.

Curious, because he wonders what kind of scene would unfold; regretful, because that scene is probably not something he can hope to see.

After all, this collaboration between Mr. Bai and Nüwa is truly too secretive!

Underground dealings, single-line contact, unknown to gods, unnoticed by ghosts!

In heaven and on earth, only Bai knows, Nüwa knows, and Feng knows!

Great Sage Fuxi, no matter how vast his divine powers, facing this situation he can only sigh helplessly——

Could it be that he could still plant an undercover agent?

That would be outrageous!

Fengxi secretly shook his head, dispelling some unrealistic notions.

But……

There was such an insignificant moment when Fengxi zoned out.

It was as if, after a certain keyword was repeatedly mentioned, it touched some kind of minefield, involving a great terror and a great karma, a trek across time, a reversal of muddled cause and effect, a transaction belonging to the supreme power, an oath sworn for eternity after endless ages, and also in the distant ages past.

It needs to be known.

Someone once, with holy fire, burned to the utmost, summoning an extraordinary emperor, treading through time, walking through years.

What exactly did he do?

This is a mystery.

However, with a certain Mr. Qingdi who planned the alliance of the Five Heavenly Emperors but refuses to reveal his name, there is likely a very subtle connection.

Perhaps between them, just as Mr. Bai and Nüwa are now waiting to entrap someone, it is part of the most terrifying transaction.

The dazed, zoned-out Fengxi did not make any extra movements.

It was merely the audio-video recorder in his sleeve, its form slightly blurring for a moment…… yes, just a moment.

That's all.

……

When the shady deal was settled, Mr. Bai and Nüwa exchanged courteous bows to show host and guest satisfaction.

After the trade was discussed, it was also time to part.

After all, it is too special.

To go undercover beside a former Pangu—just thinking about it is exciting, yet also terrifying.

Because of a single oversight, one could lose one's life!

So, Mr. Bai does not want to linger.

The girl expressed understanding.

"How about I see you off?"

"No no no…… I don't even want to be seen off." Mr. Bai waved his hand, refusing with a solemn face: "The most dangerous actions require the highest level of secrecy!"

"Not a single loophole can be allowed!"

"Let's pretend today's events never happened!"

"All right, I understand." The girl nodded, agreeing with the professional's opinion: "Then, take care!"

"I understand!"

Mr. Bai straightened his back and moved silently.

Just as when he came, he was shrouded in the darkest shadow, traversed the void road, drifted out of the human holy land, and returned to the Heavenly Court's residence.

He left quietly,

Just as he had come quietly.

Mr. Bai flicked his sleeve.

He didn't take a single cloud with him.

Oh…… wrong.

He still took something with him.

——Hope!

His hope for the future was to attain the Dao of Pangu as soon as possible!

That is the greatest threshold!

Likewise, it is about writing history.

After attaining the Dao of Pangu, revising history comes at a price for everyone.

And if he fails?

Then, facing the scrutiny of some big shots, he can only feel embarrassed…… avoiding shame for the Venerable and hiding faults for the Sage!

Even if he sees some operations that would stun passersby, he cannot utter a comment like "idiot××"; otherwise, if he slips up, he'll be taken away!

Just thinking about such a future makes Báizé fearful.

Thus, he betrayed his teammates, all for a desperate gamble to attain the Dao of Pangu!

As for whether his conscience aches during this process……

Let's see Mr. Bai's current performance; perhaps we can then know a thing or two.

"Old Bai here, I'm really happy today……"

Mr. Bai came hesitating, yet walking with a heart full of joy.

He sang a song, hummed a tune, and returned to the Heavenly Court in a carefree, unrestrained manner!

Upon arriving at his own turf, he leisurely revealed his figure, like an unconcerned person, as if taking a post-meal stroll, walking about leisurely, appearing before everyone's eyes.

Mr. Bai's spirits were high, he walked blissfully content through the Heavenly Court, beholding the boundless splendor of the heavenly palaces, seeing the vast starry sea guarding and adorning, appreciating the magnificence and beauty beyond words, intertwined and overlapping.

However.

As he walked on, passing a pavilion, he unexpectedly saw an old acquaintance waving and greeting him.

"Báizé…… come, come, come!"

Mr. Bai blinked in surprise.

Who is that person?

It's Fuxi!

Exactly the target he intended to infiltrate!

But coming back to the point…… who the heck is this Bai Mou?

What great scenes has he not seen?

Think back to those days.

Back then, he was in the Phoenix faction, participating in the battle for supremacy against the Dragon Ancestor faction, killing to the point of heaven-shaking, earth-shattering carnage.

One moment he was chatting and laughing over a meal, the next he drew his blade and slew people…… he too was a hero who emerged from blood and fire!

Having seen so much, his heart grew large.

Facing his future adversaries, what's that?

——As long as the target is unaware, just bring forth your own "reasoning".

Báizé walked over calmly, yet saw Xihuang fiddling with something on the pavilion table.

Mr. Bai glanced over.

Yo ho!

Four dishes and a soup!

Plus a jug of wine!

And some little snacks!

As for the food, Báizé didn't find it particularly remarkable; the main point was the occasion.

Not in his own lavishly decorated "Xihuang Palace", but he came here……

Mr. Bai felt it was a bit strange.

"Have a seat."

Xihuang invited him.

Báizé, as compliant as flowing water, sat down.

"Come, keep me company while I eat……" Before Báizé could say anything, Fuxi went on, handing over bowls and chopsticks with a smile, "Báizé, I see you look rather happy today?"

The hand that just took the bowl and chopsticks didn't tremble at all; Báizé said nonchalantly, "Normal! Normal!"

Actually, I strive every day to maintain a good mood.

After all, getting angry at others harms your own body… How pointless is that?

Hmm, what you say makes sense; I think so too.

Xihuang nodded in agreement, then began eating and drinking.

Báizé felt strangely odd, but couldn't say anything, so he just ended up keeping him company while he ate.

However…

According to Báizé's observation, Fuxi eats very slowly.

The vegetables, he picks up one stalk at a time— that's fine.

Even the rice, he chews grain by grain slowly… That's just outrageous!

The whole process, he eats slowly and meticulously, as if eating a last meal before execution, savoring the final deliciousness of life.

Báizé watched, and his hand trembled slightly.

(End of chapter)