Chapter 499

Today's Xihuang is very problematic.

Eating feels just like eating a beheading meal.

Báizé stared, his eyelids twitching wildly—this gave him a very bad premonition.

However.

Mr. Bai is a god who accomplishes great deeds.

He's seen too many scenes!

Although he is very afraid of the divine axe of reason…… he certainly hasn't reached the point of confessing without being beaten!

He has great potential to become a qualified undercover agent.

Even if this is not a fight for ideals, lacking the premise of vowing to die rather than divulge secrets…… but his steadfast psychological quality remains; even if Mount Buzhou collapses before him, he can still feign calm.

——As long as the collapsing Mount Buzhou doesn't smash his forehead.

Indeed, the benefits are too great.

Nüwa supports him, Pangu!

Based on this, Mr. Bai is enough to not turn back until he hits the south wall.

Calming his mind, maintaining the attitude of "Resist strictly, go home for New Year; confess leniently, sit out the prison term," Mr. Bai's hand trembled a bit, then he regained composure, leisurely accompanying Xihuang in eating vegetable by vegetable, grain by grain.

——No matter what difficulty arises, don't be afraid, face it with a smile!

——The best way to eliminate fear is to face it; perseverance is victory!

——Come on! Báizé! You can do it!

Mr. Bai's heart swelled with self-encouragement, dispelling negative mindset; like a single pearl, now dust cleared and light shone, capable of illuminating myriad mountains and rivers.

Thus.

Next, he happily had lunch with Fuxi, his chopsticks nonstop, his appetite excellent.

Fuxi looked at this impeccable Mr. Bai, raised his eyebrows, the smile in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth undiminished.

"Old Bai, how is it? The food isn't bad, right?" Xihuang asked with a smile, "Look at how you're eating so happily."

"It's good!" Báizé rubbed his stomach, then gave a thumbs-up, "Quite good!"

"Then I can rest easy." Xihuang said leisurely, "All my effort wasn't in vain—I sneaked into my sister's warehouse, moved her stores…… risking her anger and rampage, I tossed together this table of food and drink to share with my old friend you."

"It's not easy for me!"

Fuxi the Great Sage sighed lightly, "For this, I made many preliminary preparations."

"For example, I got on good terms with the trusted subordinate who manages Nüwa's food warehouse, even outright bribed them."

"You know, how did I bribe them?"

He asked Báizé with a smile.

Mr. Bai's pupils contracted slightly, but he played along, giving face, and followed Xihuang's words: "Your humble servant is foolish; unaware of Your Majesty's wisdom, I hope you can give an answer."

"Oh, okay." Fuxi nodded, "Actually, it's not difficult."

"Actually, at first it was still Nüwa's trusted warehouse aide who actively reached out to me."

"Year after year, day after day, he always managed the granary…… although wealth was no lack, Nüwa treated people generously, but her trusted aide also had dreams, eager to try and make a splash on the grand stage of Honghuang."

"So then, please help me point out the way, foresee the future, see if we can find a clear path and invest in something."

"It would be convenient to go from a novice Great Luo to upgrade to a senior Great Luo."

"I took a look—hah! This is simple!"

"So I casually pointed out a thing or two."

"Thus, after a bit of back and forth, that warehouse management is not only Nüwa's trusted aide, but also my trusted aide!"

"When I go in and move something, the aftermath management will cover for me, help me deal with Nüwa…… anyway, Nüwa usually just satisfies her appetite, she cares about this warehouse but not really."

"As long as what she wants is inside, that's fine…… as for more or less, that's irrelevant."

"Of course."

"Nüwa, she's my sister, I know her well."

"Although she doesn't care about how much, she very much minds whether she's been deceived, and will surely take revenge on whoever deceives her…… sigh, but she's a bit naive, not understanding the wisdom of being blissfully ignorant."

Fuxi poured himself a cup of wine, sipped slowly, "Sometimes, if you know the score in your heart, a few hints are enough…… some problems don't need to be spelled out too clearly."

"Báizé…… what do you think of this?"

Mr. Bai's back, at this moment, had a bit of cold sweat seeping out; a breeze blew, making it chilly.

However, he still barely maintained composure, "I think, Xihuang, you're right! You're right!"

"Really?" Fuxi gave a half-smile, his expression hinting at a subtle amusement, "Old Bai, I see you're just humoring me; actually deep down you have some doubts."

"Tsk…… not giving an old friend face."

Fuxi drank another cup of wine.

After drinking, he set down the cup, idly tapped his chopsticks, and the topic suddenly veered off by a hundred and eight thousand miles.

"How is this soup?"

"Uh……" Báizé didn't quite grasp the meaning, but still answered, "It's incredibly delicious; even I, a Great Luo, can feel that unsurpassed flavor…… the ingredients must be extraordinary, right?"

"Exactly!" Fuxi said, "Coming from the body of a kun-peng, how could it be lacking?"

"The kun-peng is amphibious, water and air."

"In water it's a kun, in the sky it's a peng…… his flesh, both shaped by the special environment of the Northern Sea, fresh and incomparable; and also imbued with the vigor of airborne birds striking the heavens, tough and chewy."

"The ultimate enjoyment of a glutton!"

"However, the kun-peng also cares about face; no one can force it to bleed and give up its flesh."

"Of course, the world is so big, accidents always happen."

"He fights bloody battles with enemies, unfortunately gets wounded, and drops some parts…… those become top-notch ingredients."

Back then, my younger sister was out there struggling, and she often 'coincidentally' picked up these ingredients, so she treasured them and stored them away.

In the whole world, there was only one… but now, there is none left.

Fuxi the Great Sage sighed emotionally, "Kunpeng has grown stronger; no one can give him bloodletting or cut his flesh anymore—this ingredient, using a bit reduces it."

"……" Báizé didn't know what to say.

Fuxi also never thought of letting Mr. Bai voice his opinion here, such as criticizing Nüwa's actions, planning to become a member of the Kunpeng Protection Association... well, after all, the faction they currently belong to is called the Demon Race, and in the Demon Race, the law of the jungle is crystal clear.

The food chain exists—what eats what is natural and right!

No one cares.

Fuxi doesn't care either…… he's just using the occasion to bring up a topic.

"Speaking of which." Fuxi looked at Báizé, his eyes deep with meaning, "Old Bai, do you know… why Nüwa favors Kunpeng so much?"

"Why, why…?" Báizé's bad premonition grew stronger.

"That is naturally because……" Fuxi narrowed his eyes, "Kunpeng has done something very sorry to Nüwa!"

Xihuang explained, making Báizé's heart race.

Kunpeng was once a top-notch subordinate under Nüwa's command.

But!

He betrayed Nüwa's trust and high expectations!

He reported Nüwa—how lazy and slacking she was in her daily work!

By this act of reporting, he gained a generous reward, and in the process he ruined Nüwa terribly, caught by her parents with both person and evidence.

So later, Kunpeng couldn't complain—why Nüwa always looked at him with a greenish eye, and thus established a very clear food-chain relationship.

Alas.

Fuxi feigned a deep sigh, his expression sorrowful yet his mouth curled with a smile, 'This, perhaps, is karma.'

Kunpeng, if he had known the future beforehand, would he still have betrayed the past?

"Hmm……" Xihuang muttered to himself, "He would probably still repeat the same mistake……"

After all, what I gave back then…… was really too much.

The one who bribed Kunpeng to report Nüwa, that ruthless figure…… turned out to be Fuxi himself!

"…… Gulp!" Báizé hearing this could no longer hold back, and he swallowed hard.

His heart turned cold, his gaze unfocused, in his peripheral vision he looked at the sea of stars, and suddenly he felt his death omen star was shining brightly.

"As for now……" Fuxi chuckled, "How many years have passed?"

Kunpeng has become rich and powerful, I have retired, Nüwa's wings have hardened…… everything can't go back to the way it was.

Such things can't happen anymore.

It's even possible that Nüwa might want to strike back and play a prank on me……

Fuxi smiled faintly, shook his head, 'A true hero doesn't brag about past courage—let's not talk about it……'

"Your Majesty, your bearing is magnificent, your divine might shakes ancient and modern—whether then or now, who would dare not show respect?" Mr. Bai forced a smile, beads of crystal-clear sweat appearing one by one on his forehead.

"Nowhere, nowhere……" Fuxi scoffed, "Don't even mention now—back then there were people who dared not to respect me."

"Like that whoever… hey! It's Rahu!"

He rebelled and acted rudely—just that much disrespect.

I, on behalf of the vast assembly of primordial deities, imprisoned him in the ultimate jail to let him reflect…… and he actually dared to cry injustice?!

If he were innocent, wouldn't that be saying we're all wrong?!

Clueless! Fuxi sneered.

Besides.

His level of crying injustice is truly poor.

His level is too low!

Writing a blood letter, trying to claim innocence, not even managing to write seven 'injustice' characters—what good is that?

Those seven 'injustice' characters are all the same grammatically—this won't do!

What if one encounters an illiterate or someone poorly educated who can't understand that kind of text?

Even trying to help him 'seek justice' won't work.

So he must write using different characters!

This is when his knowledge reserves are tested…… the more kinds of characters for 'injustice' he knows, the more hope there is!

In this regard, he ought to learn a lot from you, Báizé.

Fuxi had a moment, gave Báizé a cold look, 'Old Bai, you know heaven and earth above, and the trifles below—surely such trivial language and script pose no problem for you, right?'

In that case, I'll give you a simple question—how many mainstream ways are there to write the character for 'death' in this era?

"Two…… two kinds……" Mr. Bai trembled as he raised two fingers, proving he's not a poor student, "the Demon Race uses one kind, humans another……"

"Two kinds……" Fuxi clicked his tongue, "That's not a good sign."

Too many kinds of characters hinder civilizational exchange and progress!

Nobody wants that…… but isn't there no way?" Mr. Bai gave a wry smile, "Unless there is a final victor, whose script can become the sole mainstream, and only then can its creator's name endure through the ages."

As for writing, who created it first actually doesn't matter.

It's who ultimately wins that counts!

For example—this tribe first created writing for communication; another tribe, after many years, slowly developed its own writing system.

Different tribes waged war and slaughtered each other…… in the end, the victorious side grasped the right to promote its writing, forming an absolute advantage in cultural output!

The unification, spread, and dissemination of writing usually go hand in hand with military conquest and victory.

In other words—first comes the holy sovereign, then the progenitor of characters.

Even if that character progenitor is problematic, and we truly want to quibble over the timing of the invention of writing, it actually wouldn't be his turn to be the original source.

But who made their boss so capable?

Having swept away all enemies, in the posture of victors, they proved their civilization's superiority, attracting the imitation and study of the defeated... Since it's study, shouldn't they first learn the others' writing?

Back and forth, falsehood becomes truth.

The honor of the progenitor of characters was thus realized.

"Old Bai, you see it clearly." Fuxi said leisurely, "Right."

"If I remember correctly... I once mentioned a few words to you, advising you to become the creator and master of writing, which would be helpful for you to carry out the history of Pangu—right?"

"Now, I'm thinking... I can lend you a hand."

"You, are you willing to accept?"

Fuxi said.

Báizé listened, his heart clenched tightly.

——Cards on the table!

Mr. Bai first fell silent for a moment, then his face showed a smile worse than crying, "I'm eager to hear the details!"

"Looking at it now, the final outcome of the Witch-Demon War is uncertain, unknown which side the victory will fall to." Fuxi said gently, "This is a very suitable opportunity for you to step in and take control of the rights to writing."

"Otherwise, you'd have to purchase the rights to writing from the victorious Pangu... and you'd end up vomiting blood."

"For now, there's still something to discuss."

"But there are also some insurmountable obstacles here... for example, Nüwa."

Xihuang feigned a sigh, "Nüwa, she's not easy to deal with... they're not short of money!"

"Talking with her is very difficult!"

"However... now, there is a very good bargaining chip, and it's on you."

Fuxi was smiling, yet it made Báizé break out in a cold sweat, as if under the bright sky, his whole divine form was naked, with no privacy whatsoever, "Your friendship with me!"

"Indeed... leaked..." Báizé's breath almost stopped, "It shouldn't be... how could this be......"

"This matter, clearly only I and Nüwa know about it...... Wait!"

"This is a mutually beneficial deal." Fuxi laughed and laughed, then dropped the pretense, "Using the excuse of our friendship, go find Nüwa... tell her you're willing to stay by my side as an undercover agent, reporting my movements."

"On the other hand, you first discuss with me what happens on my side, determine what can be reported and what should be vague...... I suppose you have plenty of experience for that."

"As for me, I won't have you send false information... something like nine truths and one lie is completely unnecessary."

"You must tell the whole truth!"

"That is... you don't tell the whole truth."

"As for how to make excuses afterward... you just say—it's not that you didn't try, but that I, Fuxi, am too cunning!"

Fuxi gave a playful smile, but it did nothing to ease the slightest bit of Mr. Bai's heavy inner pressure.

"Once Nüwa is dealt with, humanity's rights to writing will be in hand." Fuxi took a sip of wine, "Then through her, I'll chat with the giant fish-bird... uh, in this matter, I can still lend you a hand."

"How about it... Old Bai?"

"I've gone to all this trouble for you—are you moved or not?"

"Moved... I'm so moved..." Mr. Bai raised his head, barely holding back tears, forcing himself to do so, ignoring the delicate little axe that slid down from Fuxi the Great Sage's sleeve.

On the axe were engraved the two characters "reason".

Win people over with reason!

This is Fuxi the Great Sage's old trick!

Heavens, what pity!

He, Báizé... why is a god's life so hard?!

Just a moment ago he sold out his teammate.

The next moment, his teammate gleefully dragged him over for drinks and a meal.

By the way, he enthusiastically helped him finalize the 'Two Five Revive Two Five Kid' plan, to stage a century-defining epic——

Spy within spy within spy!

Really!

This is too damn absurd!

"Fuck... Nüwa, you're really useless!"

Mr. Bai roared inwardly.

"You've got another mole planted by your side!"

"That Yandi, with his thick brows and big eyes... is actually an insider!"

(End of chapter)