Chapter 62

"This is a pure accident."

In Fengxi's humble abode, a great shaman paced back and forth, unhurriedly drawing a conclusion.

Gazing across the ages, tracing clues, the authority of a Great Luo being unfolds here, reviewing back and forth the extremely bizarre incident where Fengxi almost choked to death while drinking, and finally issuing an accident appraisal report.

"Sir Mu." Fengxi's face twisted, his expression anguished, "This accident... how credible do you think it is?"

Immediately after that accident, he rushed nonstop to the department responsible for surveillance and management in the Houtu shaman division, seeking help.

There's no problem... Fengxi works for Di Jiang Zu Wu, but his household registration is in the Houtu tribe.

If a problem arises, that also means finding the great shaman responsible for his area—Mu!

This is a very powerful great shaman.

Rumor has it that Mu once fought You for a long time, though he was at a disadvantage, he managed to retreat unscathed.

Having such a great shaman to come and review the report submitted by Fengxi about 'a Great Luo demon god possessing and causing trouble, suspected of being a terror attack launched for revenge by the Qiong You demon god' also counts as sufficient attention.

Yes... Fengxi was nervously fiddling with his hat.

No matter who laid the black hand, wanting to use him as a sacrifice to heaven and send him on his way, Fengxi directly slapped a black pot onto him.

This is also a helpless move.

If we don't make the problem sound serious, how can we attract attention, letting the hidden hand in the dark stay low-key and honest?

"In fact, I also think the credibility of this accident is really low." Mu chuckled, pushing the accident replay details recorded in his hand toward Fengxi, "Millions of coincidences, exhausting the heavenly and earthly principles, the Three Thousand Great Daos intertwining and deducing... only then could a cup of wine send you to your death."

Fengxi glanced and immediately felt dazzled.

What was described above is a series of Great Dao principles and evolution formulas, arranged in sequence, making the interaction between that earlier cup of wine and Fengxi crystal clear.

Why would that cup of wine interact with his magical power?

What is the cause?

Why would drinking that cup of wine impede Fengxi's magical power and primordial spirit... what kind of Great Dao reaction is involved here?

And how, after such a reaction, did he end up on the path of self-destruction?

This involves too much, too much.

Control over Fengxi's cultivation, grasp of his primordial spirit and magical power accumulation, grasp of the terrain and spatiotemporal pattern of his lair, degree of interference in the flow of heavenly and earthly qi...

Mastering countless details, fabricating millions of coincidences... in the end, what seemed to be just a cup of wine killing Fengxi actually drove the entire Honghuang into battle!

Fengxi went through them one by one, his complexion gradually turning a sickly green.

Because according to what Mu wrote, the occurrence of this accident did not start at the moment he drank.

Rather, it had already begun when he bought that jug of immortal brew!

If there is a behind-the-scenes person... that person has already calculated Fengxi's personality, preferences, and habits.

Predicting he would buy wine, predicting when he would return home, predicting he would ponder and consider some cultivation issues, how long he would hesitate, predicting he would ultimately choose to sample fine wine, predicting when, where, what posture he would sit in, how fast he would drink, and what the state of his primordial spirit and magical power would be at that moment...

Everything unfolded naturally, like clouds and flowing water, directing a grand drama of accidental death, and without a trace of smoke and fire they offered Fengxi up to heaven.

"This is simply... this is simply..."

Fengxi spoke incoherently, "It's simply heaven wanting me to die!"

"The will of a Great Luo is heavenly decree." Mu chuckled, "To kill by heavenly decree, one needs no show of force, no heavenly punishments."

"Placing a move within the ages, applying a slight force, stirring the butterfly's wings, raising layer upon wave, finally strangling the target within an accident."

"Fortunately, you little brat, you also have some luck." The great shaman sighed, "There is a Great Luo helping you resolve the calamity."

He had a bit of calamity ash on him, that being the residue left after the dispelling-misfortune talisman burned out.

"I thought that was a swindler trying to fool people." Fengxi's face slightly embarrassed, "In Kunlun Mountain's market, stalls hawking secret manuals everywhere... at first glance, they told me, 'Young man, you have a blood disaster, your days are numbered.'"

"I wonder... nowadays this fraudster business is already so prosperous? Even cultivators dare to swindle?"

"Just seeing he was a down-and-out old Daoist, I couldn't bear it, so I went along with a few words, chatting idly..." Fengxi sighed, "I never expected that this would actually save my life."

"Chisong True Person... Chisong True Person... what a good person!"

"Chisong..." Mu's eyes flickered, he murmured softly, "but I don't know which fellow Daoist this is."

The great shaman fell into contemplation, pacing back and forth here, his eyes reflecting the passage of time.

After a long while, he furrowed his brows and said to Fengxi, "Your case is full of doubts; I too find it hard to trace the root."

"You can't even do that?" Fengxi exclaimed in surprise.

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!" Mu sighed, "A Great Luo with intent to hide—how could one easily track his trail?"

"If it weren't so, you little brat often loitering before Di Jiang Zu Wu, this sir would have already sensed something amiss."

"That is, Chisong True Person bumped into you just after that Great Luo placed his move, thereby detecting the secret and countering with a move... right?"

After reviewing his memory, Fengxi had no choice but to nod in acknowledgment.

He was at the Kunlun Mountain market of the Queen Mother of the West's dao field, where he purchased the immortal brew—there is a Jade Pool there, most precious and extraordinary.

When brewing the wine, adding a single drop of Jade Pool water diluted a millionfold can produce an unparalleled immortal brew!

And it was also there that he encountered Chisong True Person, a Trumpet of some Great Luo, in the mortal realm.

Invisible and intangible, Fengxi's small frame became the chessboard where two Great Luos contended.

How can the word 'tragic' even describe it?

"Also then."

Thinking to no avail, Mu decisively said, "I'll take you to see the Houtu ancestor shaman, so that the Houtu adult can see if there's any way."

"Thank you, sir!" Fengxi felt overwhelming gratitude.

……

Under Mu's guidance, Fengxi met Houtu.

This ancestor shaman is both an object of Fengxi's respect and fear.

Respect, because she gave him a new life.

Fear, because... Fengxi still cannot forget how his rebirth came about.

So facing her, Fengxi acted wholeheartedly, not daring to even breathe, quietly waiting for her to display her divine ability.

However, after a long while, this ancestral witch's expression turned solemn, and faintly it looked somewhat unsightly.

She sneered continuously, "What skill... the Daluo who struck, actually able to conceal heavenly secrets before me."

"With this strength, at least he is a Daluo of the Primordial realm... even the Supreme Ultimate realm is not impossible."

Houtu flew into a rage, making Fengxi feel his soul about to shatter; even Mu, at this moment, stood with hands lowered, respectful and humble.

"In this vast heaven and earth, who among the mighty can be listed, I know better than anyone." The ancestral witch Houtu stood up, her eyes gleaming, "Who is placing the piece, killing a mere Golden Immortal little witch?"

"For what purpose?"

Houtu narrowed her eyes, "A position to lead all the witches... heh, wanting to overturn the witch clan from below?"

"Or rather... taking over a magpie's nest?"

"Who could it be?"

The ancestral witch whispered, a vicious light flashing in her eyes, sending a chill down one's spine.

"Demon race... witch clan... demon race... witch clan..." She paced, then suddenly stopped, uttering a clan, "Human race!"

"The human king targets the witch clan... Huangdi!"

"Emperor Hong... Emperor Hong... Hong?"

"Heh!"

Houtu first looked in a direction, then raised her head, as if gazing into Chaos at a certain supreme mighty being.

After a while, she then withdrew her gaze and looked toward Fengxi.

"Fengxi, right?"

"Present." Fengxi said cautiously.

"I have a general understanding of your affairs." Houtu said, her eyes softening slightly, "You have suffered an undeserved calamity, blocking some people's path, thus this tribulation."

"Then what should I do to resolve this tribulation?" Fengxi asked anxiously, seeking guidance.

"That depends on whether you are willing to let go." Houtu stood with hands behind her back.

Fengxi was first bewildered, then a thought struck him, "Ancestral witch..."

"I am but a petty witch; in this era I only seek to strive for my clan, not seeking fame in Honghuang... By fortunate coincidence, with my humble self I secretly occupied the leadership position, privately establishing an alliance, yet failed to report it to the ancestral witch's knowledge, which is indeed wrong."

"Moreover, burdened with heavy responsibilities and expectations, long enduring strain, mentally exhausted... I know my virtue is lacking, wisdom deficient, unable to bear the leadership role any longer."

"I earnestly request the ancestral witch to take over, with supreme wisdom and virtue, to control the alliance, seeking welfare for the witch clan, bestowing blessings upon the tribe."

Fengxi handed over the alliance, placing it under the ancestral witch's jurisdiction!

Houtu nodded in approval, then shook her head.

"Being able to advance bravely in retreat, to give greatly and let go greatly, you are a witch with quick wit." Houtu smiled lightly, "But what do you regard our ancestral witch as?"

"You want to grasp and control everything to death?"

"Heh... if that's the case, how could we stimulate your creativity and competitiveness?"

"This time, for the sake of your safety, you relinquish this position... I also do not covet your fortune and opportunity." The ancestral witch said calmly, "If you later have the ability, you can still stand in this position."

"And before that... you shall lie low for now."

"Let me see, which fellows will jump out next, shouting, laughing, wind, clouds!"

Houtu spoke each word with a pause, revealing killing intent.

Fengxi inexplicably felt heartache for some fellows.

This leadership position... might turn into a great pit, killing countless deceitful alternate accounts with ill intentions!

"Fengxi met with an accident, encountered an unexpected event, you haven't spread it outside, have you?" Houtu looked toward Mu, this great witch shook his head, "Never... after all, his incident report claimed it was a Daluo demon god."

"Then it's fine, just pretend nothing happened." Houtu nodded, "Then I will arrange it, under the pretense of Fengxi going out for exchange and study, temporarily freezing the alliance leader's authority, letting a novice take over."

"Our ancestral witch will temporarily lend you an innate spiritual treasure... both for protection and as bait." Houtu said clearly, "Will you accept?"

"Xi is willing." Fengxi rejoiced.

"Good." Houtu waved her hand, letting Fengxi withdraw.

Until he had been gone for a long while, this ancestral witch then took out a small notebook and scribbled.

"Chi recitation... Chi pine..."

"Again encountered a mortal danger..."

"Could it be that he is related to Yandi?"

"Defeated by Huangdi's hand..."

(End of chapter)