Chapter 504: I didn

In this world, there actually exists such a shameless, thick‑skinned person!

Hougang was shocked.

He stared at Fengxi, secretly making up his mind.

As a future historian, if I can, I will surely give this guy a separate biography!

Let the world understand that there is such a guy who sells out his comrades, betrays his lord, harms countless people, and must be guarded against day and night!

Mr. Hou thought that.

Then he said that.

"Time is a good thing; it can prove everything…… it verifies people's hearts, witnesses human nature, sees through the true, and exposes the false."

"However, time is also the most indifferent, capable of forgetting everything."

Mr. Hou smiled faintly, "But!"

"I am here!"

"I can help time, help the masses, record the past, so that time may assist everyone in obtaining the correct answer."

"Loyalty or treachery?"

"Words can deceive for a moment, but not forever."

"As long as you attach a person's name to it, after thousands of years, when we look and analyze, any monster or demon will have to reveal its true form."

"At that time."

"Those who ought to dig up graves will dig up graves; those who ought to crush bones and scatter ashes will crush bones and scatter ashes!"

Mr. Hou said this, looking at Fengxi, his gaze full of deep meaning.

"You, with such a clear conscience……"

"In word and deed, you show that you are upright and fear no crooked shadow, walking straight, sitting properly, standing tall."

"Then……"

"I suppose you won't mind, brother—I'll record all your words and deeds in a *Lich's Chronicle*!"

"Hmm."

"For the sake of our years of friendship."

"I won't just record you; I'll give you the most special, most luxurious treatment!"

"I'll single you out, make you a standalone biography, detailed and endless, for posterity to behold!"

"—The human race's Yandi, what's his surname and name? Where is he from? Who promoted him? What has he done?"

"Wait, wait, wait."

"Justice lies in the human heart."

"True gold fears no fire."

"Mr. Feng, whether you are loyal or treacherous, countless later generations will comment…… the principle is, after all, the more debated, the clearer it becomes."

"When the time comes, when the debate's result is out, it will be perfect for Empress Nüwa to have a good look, just like reading a storybook."

"I think that will probably be quite an interesting thing."

"Once an insider, yet having stepped out of the game, standing from an outsider's perspective to view the past……"

"You guess."

"Will she suddenly fly into a rage, act through the night, close her eyes, and madly chase someone, wanting to kill them in a dream?!"

Mr. Hou looked at Fengxi with a sinister gaze and said thus.

"—You bastard, you sold me to Fuxi, forcing me to become a double‑agent, and here you are pretending to be a loyal subject!"

"—Watch out, I'll strip your skin off and reveal your true face!"

"Of course."

"Talk is talk, but this mainly consists of empty threats."

"After all, there's a problem that won't stand up to scrutiny."

"—What Fengxi did, Mr. Bai knows so clearly, he knows how it was operated, how he sold Nüwa clean."

"Then the question arises…… Bai Ze, what role did you play in this?"

"Speak!"

"How long have you been an accomplice?"

"Being a historian, this is a very meticulous job."

"For the author, it is a tremendous trial."

"Especially in this world where the cultivation wind prevails."

"One must restore the true history as much as possible."

"One must also keep the scale in check, lest the mighty whose pants have been pulled down become furious and decide one day to go out with a sack, stuff the loudmouth spouting big truths inside, and beat him up."

"Finally! Most important!"

"One must extract oneself, get oneself clean!"

"If I myself am innocent!"

"It is only by "happenstance" and "after careful verification" that one stumbles upon the truth by guesswork, rather than boasting—"I myself was one of the chief culprits who framed someone back then!"

"Otherwise……"

"Most likely something unfortunate will happen."

"A crowd of aggrieved parties, up at the third watch, eyes blood‑red, wielding big sabers, just crouched at the historian's door!"

"This, truly, is a sorrowful matter."

"Being a historian is not easy."

When he grasped the pen, he began the long journey.

All along the way, there have been countless unseen but still terrifying bloody winds and rains.

Therefore.

It's no surprise Mr. Bai is so fixated on Pangu—he aims to stand in the top cultivation tier so he can live a thriving life!

The sooner, the better.

Even if later, it can't be later than that Dragon Ancestor guy.

After all, back then he seriously offended the Dragon Ancestor.

Even though the aggrieved Dragon Ancestor is still dazed, his firepower only rushes toward the East Hua Emperor, so for a while there's no awareness of implicating him.

But what if…

Dragon Ancestor became Pangu, then took down the East Hua Emperor, now has time to think of other things, could make a list……

Oh wow!

Many things will be exposed.

Fuxi is fine.

This is already a big shot of Pangu, fearless of any challenge.

But!

Báizé, Jieyin?

Tsk!

Can't escape!

Back then's gains must be spit out!

Thinking this way, these two top strategists of Honghuang instantly feel their cultivation motivation surge.

For example, Jieyin established a teaching on Mount Sumeru, using the grand vow— the way of lending and taking a cut— to bind humanity and the myriad beings, taking shortcuts to rise swiftly; in the blink of an eye he became Honghuang's top financial titan.

Another example, Mr. Bai willingly braved danger, actively sold out Xihuang, packaged and gave to Nüwa, just to gain support…… though now he's stumbled, yet he was again absorbed by Fuxi, reverse-infiltrating back, his progress actually undiminished, even accelerating!

……

Mr. Hou is threatening Fengxi.

But little Mr. Feng is unaware.

Sometimes, some misunderstandings are just utterly laughable.

——One conviction, the other side sold friends first, he is merely righteous criticism…… uh, two undercover agents, fifty steps not laughing at a hundred steps, then it becomes criticism of friendship and morality.

——Another firmly believes his loyalty to Lady Nüwa is evident to heaven and earth. You, a bushy-eyed guy, constantly bring up Fuxi as this third party, inserting yourself between him and his lord Nüwa…… Moreover, if you really reckon, you're the sort who could sell out old comrades and still shout "this is my bosom friend, pay more!"—a scoundrel.

Now, relying on some unknown source of gossip, in my nagging…… what do you want to do?

Is it extortion?

Or blackmail?

'"Extortion and blackmail?"'

'"Do you think I, Fengxi, am easily scared?"'

Fengxi arrogantly lifts his head——what kind of person is he?

Once, the mark of Houtu on his forehead was a great symbol of loyalty!

Among the Wu Clan, no one understands Nüwa better than him, nor is anyone more steadfast in loyalty to Nüwa!

He understands Nüwa, and Nüwa understands him.

Must such loyalty be measured by money, bribing the Historian for a good rating?

What if he gets stuck with a bottomless pit, a gold‑eating beast, holding leverage—would that still work?

Retreat again and again, eventually there's nowhere left to retreat!

Furthermore……

'"No money, just give me your life!"'

Fengxi frowns coldly at the money‑taking Historian, suave and heroic, unrestrained, '"You choose to extort me, blackmail me, but you've picked the wrong target!"'

He's stingy!

This is a very important matter!

Fengxi, having struggled in Honghuang for years, focused solely on his career, his growth lacks resources, let alone spending money outward!

Spend money to buy a reputation…… does he need it?

If he one day achieves the Dao of Pangu, naturally there will be sensible people observing the taboo for the venerable!

Fengxi feels he has a clear view of his own life's pursuit.

'"No big deal."'

'"By then, I will conceal my name!"'

'"As an emperor, I shall be called only by my achievements!"'

Fengxi's proud bones ring true, he never bows nor yields.

'"I think, 'Shennong'…… is pretty good!"'

Shennong——a godlike farmer.

Anything can be planted, anything can be planted well.

From opening fields for farming, to planting medicinal herbs and conducting healing……

Alright.

Really speaking of farming, Fengxi these years hasn't even set foot in the soil.

But how about extending and expanding a bit?

Others farm fields, he farms people... During his reign, he vigorously promoted intermarriage between humans and the Wu Clan, thereby realizing the human race's bloodline completion plan—this is what constitutes good stock!

Reclamation?

Supporting the establishment of the Eastern Yi camp, greatly boosting the influence of human forces in the eastern region—does this count as reclamation?

Furthermore, there is the medical way... The so-called top doctors heal the state, middle doctors heal people, lower doctors heal diseases!

His rule over the human royal court grows ever more prosperous, able to resist the demon race's invasion—this 'virus'—and he calls himself a top doctor; how could it not be!

Fengxi, if he's not Shennong, who is?!

Although, using such a name, it is indeed somewhat delicate.

Shennong... Are there people called Divine Doctor, Divine Artisan?

A minor Daoist saying.

The human race has three most honored and noble male sovereigns: Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan; the other two are fine, their names sound proper and have strong exclusivity.

As for this Shennong, judging from the literal meaning, its personal characteristics are too vague.

But this, however, is exactly suited to Fengxi's current situation!

He raised his head, puffed out his chest, heroic and vigorous, spirited and high, saying, "Conceal my name, preserve my merit!"

"What loyalty or treason? Naturally there will be a distinction!"

"On major principles of right and wrong, I have never missed!"

"Hougang."

"Since you want to write a book, then please be sure to write it fully when the time comes."

"Respect my achievements, and in the name of Shennong, expound my contributions to the development of the human race."

"Stop nitpicking about that little relationship between me and His Majesty Fuxi and Her Majesty Nüwa... making it sound like a wild history!"

"The vision is too small!"

Fengxi stood up, paced to Hougang's front; his tall stature cast a shadow.

"If the great principles are not lacking, then minor faults are not worth discussing!"

"My achievements shine brightly like me, as if the great sun shines for eternity."

"With such illustrious achievements, even if there were three or five blemishes, what of it!"

"Ask the vast world: how many can face me squarely? Even to be mentioned alongside me!"

Master Xiao Feng, the more he spoke, the more his aura and presence rose.

If speaking of before, perhaps there was still some anxiety about 'the matter being exposed', feeling uneasy, tangled over whether his recent actions were loyal or treacherous.

But now.

He no longer wavers.

Fengxi figured it out.

—How much contribution has he made to the human race? Based on this, he can bear all blemishes!

His contribution comes half from his former background, half from Nüwa's esteem.

Regarding Nüwa's esteem, that half of his contribution can roughly make up for it.

Think back then, why did Nüwa esteem him?

Precisely to let him control the human race, ensure the tribe's prosperous development, thereby fundamentally providing decisive help to Nüwa's Pangu great undertaking.

This is the supreme order.

Anything contrary to this order, after Fengxi seriously judges it, can be crushed without hesitation!

Suppose... well, just a supposition.

For example, because of the relationship between Nüwa and Fuxi, private sibling conflicts outside of official duties caused Nüwa, due to personal resentment, to go down a rabbit hole, taking a wrong path.

Then, for Nüwa's sake, he had no choice but to reluctantly do things hard to speak of.

But this is not betrayal.

Rather— it's for Nüwa's good!

Fengxi's face shone with the light of realization.

This light, so dazzling, made Hougang silent for a long time.

He examined Fengxi from head to toe, carefully; at this moment, even his backing poured all its gaze and energy onto him.

Listening to the opposite's words, perceiving the speaker's true intent, analyzing past conduct... the ancient historian silently exercises his abilities, pulling silk from cocoon to unravel the truth.

Báizé has his own talent.

Being able to serve as Historian is no simple feat; one must be able to see the leopard through a tube, piecing together countless fragments of information to reconstruct the full picture of past history.

Not to mention back then, he was together with Fuxi and Jieyin, collectively known as the Three Great Sages!

Each has their own special skill.

Fuxi masters the Way of Changes, perceives heavenly secrets, calculates results; if done well, it's like directly copying the answers, but sometimes he fears variables—the answers are correct, but the questioner scrambles the order of the questions.

Jieyin focuses on the spirit; seeing you once, he knows your nature, and in different circumstances will make what choices—but people can have an epiphany, one epiphany, one cycle of rebirth, and the mindset changes.

Báizé emphasizes analysis; given enough data, he can perceive the subtle signs; from history to present, there is always continuity—all history is contemporary history, spiraling upward, eventually similar—but fear that the rise is too fierce, the spiral spirals, yet the ascending stage pits him to death.

Each has strengths, also weaknesses.

Thus, they each consciously seek to make up for what's lacking.

Fuxi picked up the axe, the examiner became himself; Jieyin founded the Buddhist gate, delving into the Zen of enlightenment; Báizé no longer wanted to be just a recorder, he wanted to grasp the text...

Báizé, still on the road.

But even if he hasn't finished the journey, he is astonishingly formidable.

At this moment, regarding Fengxi—listening to his words, observing his actions, sensing his heart... as he investigates, his brows furrow.

'Heretical!'

"This guy... his heart is open?"

"It seems... he's sure, he really hasn't betrayed me?"

Mr. Bai felt a rare sense of confusion welling up.

"This makes no sense!!"

"It's not this bastard who betrayed... then who exactly is it?"

"Only three people were present at the time!!"

"He himself could never betray himself."

"And now, if Fengxi also has no problem, then..."

Mr. Bai pondered, shocked and frightened, his pupils contracting sharply—he had an answer.

"Although, this answer seems rather unbelievable."

"Nüwa?!!!"

"Upon careful thought, this seems unexpected yet somewhat reasonable?"

"For example—why, when Nüwa could clearly discuss things alone with Báizé, is there an unrelated third party present?"

"Could this third party have unwittingly become a pawn?"

"Don't!"

"This is making me really nervous..."

"Heaven forbid it becomes spy within spy within spy within spy!"

"You siblings are fighting, dragging me into the middle? That's cannon fodder's job!"

"Damn!"

"What exactly is the full picture of this chess game?"

"Who exactly have I been spying for?!"

"The world is so dangerous... should I prepare a few moves in advance?"

"Otherwise, by then I might not even know how I died!"

"Fuxi is very dangerous; he knew that from the start."

"But according to current calculations, Nüwa might also be very dangerous!"

"Perhaps the least harmful is his own Báizé!"

"(End of chapter)"