The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 115 Wealth Can Reach Heaven; Go, Houtu!

"Have you finished preparing the flyers for the Metropolitan Games?"

Feng Xi asked.

"This is done...it's done." Yu Chen's expression was strange. "But!"

"Are you sure you really want to take advantage of the grand event where the two Celestial Venerables, Morality and Primordial Beginning, are preaching to pull these tricks?"

"If we don't seize this opportunity, is there a better or faster way to promote ourselves?" Feng Xi retorted. "Only a grand gathering where the Celestial Venerable preaches can truly enliven Kunlun Mountain!"

"Although some disciples and followers of the Taoist sect have been running errands to spread the word, this only lets people know that the Games are happening... Whether people actually come to participate is another matter!"

"What if they think it's too far? What if they suspect there's a conspiracy? What if the demon race's intelligence agency sabotages it?"

"So..." Feng Xi said with an air of confidence, "we need a suitable platform to stir up public opinion and stimulate thought."

"There's a saying that goes something like this—" he said with a faint smile, "When the population exceeds ten thousand, the IQ drops by half!"

"Even though I have some intelligence, it's not easy to brainwash someone with basic values."

"But what happens when the number of people increases?"

"Then it's not that difficult—provided that this group doesn't have an extremely intelligent and rational leader to guide them."

"Following the crowd, driven by self-interest, acting impulsively... there are just too many opportune moments that serve as my stage to unleash my schemes!"

Feng Xi held a large coin in his hand, his smile growing increasingly playful. "For example, we could secretly instigate friction and conflict between two long-time feuding clans, then our Wu clan could step in, standing on the side of peace and friendship, and propose that they compete at the Capital Games, determining the clan's ranking without bloodshed... How about that?"

Yu Chen fell into deep thought.

"Once there's one, there will be two... Once such an example appears, it will quickly spread rapidly and become contagious—I really don't believe that any race that can make something of itself in this primordial world can avoid having some kind of karmic entanglement with its neighbors."

"The Metropolitan Games, isn't it a perfect platform to resolve karma? It can also enhance the image of my Wu tribe and promote peace!"

In fact, the Witch Clan is the most capable fighter; the entire population is a soldier!

"Resolve karma? Are you sure this isn't helping the demon race resolve internal conflicts?" Yu Chen asked suspiciously.

"Heh, how could I?" Feng Xi sneered. "Would I do something like aiding the enemy?"

"Indeed, normally speaking, a well-managed event, with good leadership and planning, can resolve some conflicts... but this is extremely difficult!"

"It depends on the dedication of us planners, the integrity of the camps behind the contestants, and even the basic moral character of individual members of each ethnic group."

"Do you think this is possible?"

Yu Chen pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

Impossible, unrealistic.

"That's more like it!" Feng Xi said leisurely. "Leaving aside our biased refereeing... just take the ranking of each field at the City Games as an example. It seems fine, but there are problems everywhere."

"The essence of ranking is the relative status of the respective ethnic groups behind it... If two ethnic groups have a long-standing feud, and one is ranked higher than the other, wouldn't the higher-ranking group sneer at the lower-ranking one?"

"We're promoting it behind the scenes... no, we don't even need to promote it. We just need to give it a little push through our actions," Feng Xi said. "Besides contacting and exchanging ideas with the powerful figures here, we're also setting up markets, trading and wholesaling resources, and so on, while we're stationed in Kunlun."

"At that time, we can easily manipulate things a little to make the antagonistic groups of different ethnic groups hostile to each other, deepening and amplifying the conflict."

"When lower-level races are bullied by higher-level races, let's not even mention the old and new grudges... The higher-level races, whom we secretly elevate, have become arrogant and started making unrestrained remarks, using sarcastic and extremely humiliating language..."

"Tsk tsk tsk... If among the creatures from lower-level races who come to trade, there's also a ruthless character who endures hardship and bides his time, a gentleman who believes revenge is never too late... Don't you think that would be incredibly interesting?"

The more Feng Xi talked, the more excited he became, and his desire to cause trouble was completely undisguised.

He seems to have a natural and powerful talent for swindling people, becoming a master in this field right from the start!

"..." Yu Chen silently suppressed the goosebumps on his body, calmed his slightly fluctuating emotions, and then spoke, "What are the chances of such a coincidence? Do you think you're writing a storybook?"

"Ha!" Feng Xi laughed, "That's where you're wrong... Sometimes, reality is more magical than stories!"

"Besides, what's wrong with reality? Can't reality be arranged?"

He looked around, thinking, "Although I'm not the Great Luo, and I don't have the ability to forcefully arrange the will of Heaven... I can guide things accordingly!"

"The world is bustling with activity, all for profit!"

"If the lure of profit is strong enough, what can't be arranged?"

"If a deal is profitable enough, then what kind of person do you think the tribe will appoint to be in charge?" Feng Xi asked herself, answering her own question, "Of course, they'll either have a high enough status or be extremely capable..."

"And we, observing silently, recording silently, planning over millennia, selecting easily manipulated targets, and subtly guiding them—how could we possibly fail to make arrangements?"

Feng Xi wielded her pen with wisdom, writing a chapter of conspiracy. "Leaving aside the hatred forged here and the instigation within the demon race... let's return to the issue of the competition."

"Since the rankings involve racial hierarchy, as well as more important practical interests and security issues, why worry about those groups not giving their all?" He smiled calmly. "I'll publish a book after the first National Games."

"On the surface, this book ranks the various ethnic groups in this area, but believe it or not... it could become a hunter's operational guide?"

"After all, the awards received in various fields vividly reflect all the strengths and weaknesses of this group—how ​​fast? How strong? How quick are their nerves? What are their performance characteristics at each level? And so on."

"The greatest terror lies hidden in the smallest details... A sports meet exposes the common strengths and weaknesses of all races, providing crucial intelligence for future battles."

"Furthermore, even without my Witch Clan, the food chain network within the Demon Clan... the existence of this book is already a menu and recipe book for hunters—telling them that anything lower than a certain level can be hunted!"

"To be honest, how many demons can our witch clan kill?"

"The most ferocious and ruthless demon-slayers are actually the demons themselves!"

"The law of the jungle prevails... then let's just help them carry it out to the end!"

Feng Xi smiled, but it sent chills down Yu Chen's spine, giving him goosebumps.

"I think those groups will understand the reasoning behind this after experiencing it firsthand... They may not know about our scheme, but they definitely know that their ranking at the Metropolitan Games cannot be bad," Feng Xi said. "Even if they use drugs or cheat, they must still outperform their rivals and raise their rankings, because the higher the ranking, the safer they are."

"When facing danger, sometimes you don't need the power to fight it; you just need to be quick enough to betray your teammates."

Feng Xi put on a pair of glasses and spoke in a mature and dignified tone, as if he were an old man who was no longer young and had seen through the vicissitudes of life, possessing the most profound wisdom and experience in life.

"Furthermore, there's another advantage to this: it ensures the continued hosting of the Metropolitan Games... because a gambler who's desperate will never give up their last chip!"

"Don't be fooled by how much they lose at the casinos... when it comes to shutting them down, they're more anxious than anyone else!"

Feng Xi pushed up his glasses. "Look at my whole mastermind scheme! Isn't it cool?"

"The demon race wants to fuse all races into one, so I'll obstruct them, dig pits, and plant the seeds of division... Even when war breaks out with my witch race, they won't be extinguished!" he said meaningfully, "because in many people's hearts—heretics are always more hateful than enemies!"

"They don't understand, and they don't want to understand, when they should put aside their differences and unite against a common enemy."

"If watering the flowers of the Metropolitan Games can yield such fruit for the demon race, that would be the most wonderful thing."

With a faint smile on her face, Feng Xi told Yu Chen to hug his arms tightly and quietly walk away step by step.

This is a big shot.

The kind of big shot you can't mess with!

Other people's big shots are those who have profound thoughts and a broad mind.

Is he here?

A bottomless abyss lies within—the bottom line is nowhere in sight.

A sea of ​​blood flows inside—black, wicked water!

"Why are you hiding so far away?" Feng Xi said gently. "I'm always reliable and I never betray people I know. You're my teammate, I won't betray you."

"I don't believe in the idea that 'sacrificing teammates grants boundless power.' The way you're huddling in the corner will give people the wrong impression!"

Yu Chen didn't want to respond.

Standing next to Feng Xi, he felt insecure—even with a powerful backer, he felt completely uneasy.

"Fine, whatever." Feng Xi sighed. "I knew it. Once I explain the general strategic plan to someone, they'll look at me strangely... But can you blame me?"

"I'm helpless too!"

"It was all arranged by Lady Houtu. In the end, I'm just a sharp sword... If I hurt someone, how can you blame me?"

"Being a strategist is tough these days!"

He sighed repeatedly, while Yu Chen inwardly cursed, "I never believed your lies!"

"If the overall strategic plan is this outrageous, what will the details be like?"

"This is Emperor Yan's alternate account... Just who the hell is Emperor Yan? Is he really that terrifying?"

With the help of the database backed by his powerful connections, Yu Chen began frantically matching data, and one dangerous name after another from ancient times started to emerge.

"Ahem!" Feng Xi coughed twice. "In short, the publicity for the Metropolitan Games must be implemented thoroughly, taking advantage of the great platform of the Celestial Venerable's sermon to fully expand the campaign."

"We must overcome all the difficulties and obstacles along the way!"

"You're making things difficult for me!" Yu Chen shook his head repeatedly. "If some strange things are mixed in with this grand Daoist event... wouldn't the two Heavenly Venerables, Morality and Primordial Beginning, join forces to beat the person behind me to a pulp afterwards?"

"If the person behind me falls from grace, how can I possibly fare well?"

Yu Chen pushed him away forcefully.

As she kept refusing, she suddenly remembered the terrifying cunning that Feng Ruthless Xi had just displayed, and her tone softened instantly, becoming more tactful, "It's never good to ruin someone else's event for no reason, right?"

"For no reason at all...that makes sense!" Feng Xi nodded thoughtfully, then scooped out a hundred coins from the donation box and stacked them together. "See, doesn't this mean there's both wealth and good fortune?"

"..." Yu Chen's pupils contracted. "This..."

"Is that not okay? Then... how about this?" Feng Xi scooped up and tossed again, and after three hundred coins, the larger ones were piled together. "How does that look?"

"Hiss..." Yu Chen gasped slightly.

"Still not good enough?" Feng Xi raised an eyebrow, adding another two hundred yuan. "How about this?"

"I think that should be enough, right?" He chuckled. "I imagine the two Heavenly Venerables, Morality and Primordial Beginning, wouldn't particularly care about such trivial matters—after all, how many similar Daoist sermons have been held?"

"On behalf of the Witch Clan behind me, I'm offering a bribe... no, I mean sponsoring the Daoist sect's grand event, just to secure a promotional opportunity off-site. Is that too much to ask?"

"Yes...not too much!" Yu Chen waved his hand, and the big-headed creatures came to his front, stroking him affectionately.

Feng Xi smiled, not taking it to heart, and took out another two hundred dollars, piling them up in front of him. "These, please distribute a few to the disciples of the two Heavenly Venerables, and ask them to help us with our publicity."

"Huh?" Yu Chen's voice rose eight octaves.

"The King of Hell is easy to deal with, but his underlings are hard to handle... Hmm, I forgot that reincarnation hasn't even appeared yet." Feng Xi chuckled. "With these two Celestial Venerables' disciples actively cooperating, our work is going much more smoothly, isn't it?"

"Why not use money to bribe the disciples of powerful figures?"

"Yes..." Yu Chen nodded repeatedly, then coughed twice with a slight embarrassment, "Oh, right, I suddenly remembered... In three hundred years, Lingbao Tianzun will also be giving a sermon."

"Um...would you like to sponsor something too?"

The wind and the sun were silent.

After a long pause, he finally said, "That's a bit too far in the future..."

"Too far? How about eleven years, no, seven years from now?"

Before Feng Xi pushed him out, Yu Chen was still trying to persuade her, "If all else fails, five years is fine too!"

"Wait until Lingbao Tianzun releases the information before you start talking to me about this!"

Feng Xi smiled as she looked at Yu Chen outside the main hall, then slammed the hall door shut.

The world is quiet now.

Feng Xi shook his head, took out the account book, and began to record every expense so that he could ask Houtu Zuwu for reimbursement later.

As he wrote, he recalled the flaws of the cycle strategy and felt uneasy.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Xi reassured herself and expressed confidence in her superiors.

"No matter what difficulties we encounter, we shouldn't be afraid; we should face them with a smile!"

"Even if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up!"

"Have unwavering faith in the Ancestral Witches; they can use reincarnation to turn the tide and defeat the Holy Emperor!"

"Go for it, Lady Houtu!"

(End of this chapter)