The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 128 A Heartfelt Act of Charity and Welfare!

If the problem of the Heavenly Way is not resolved, the initiative to start a war will not be in the hands of the Wu Clan.

They still need to patiently wait for the twelve ancestral witches to form alliances and eliminate external factors.

The atmosphere in the palace suddenly became somber.

Each of the elite junior wizards frowned, worried about the current situation.

"If all else fails..." Yu Chen suddenly spoke, considering his words carefully, "Shall we take it one step at a time?"

"Since those groups being oppressed and exploited have come to us for help, asking us to uphold justice, then we should uphold justice for them... and do our best to help them?"

"If we help them in a down-to-earth manner and achieve some tangible results, that should be enough to silence the criticisms of heaven and earth."

"Then we don't need to do anything else." Hou Gang shook his head, indicating his opposition. "How many creatures are coming to us for help? How many groups want us to liberate and save them?"

"Leaving aside the sore spots we've stepped on and the broken chains of interest, our manpower shortage alone means we're operating at a loss," Hou Gang said bluntly. "Moreover, Yu Chen, don't put the cart before the horse."

"Although we claim to be working for the betterment of the world, fundamentally, we are pursuing victory!"

"No matter what kind of slogans are used, they are just a means to gain support."

"We, the Witch Clan, are here to fight against the Demon Clan, not to selflessly dedicate ourselves!"

"If you have a heart full of good intentions that you want to vent, you have to finish the Lich War and reap the rewards of victory first."

Hou Gang was blunt: "Our publicity is meant to fool outsiders... but don't fool yourself into becoming crippled."

Yu Chen gave an awkward smile and said nothing more.

"Then, shall we use the delaying tactic?" the artist suddenly interjected. "Since doing nothing is inappropriate, but putting our heart into it is also not suitable."

"Well then, let's just go through the motions, okay?"

The artist stroked his chin, looking serious. "On the surface, we'll make a big show of it, create a huge impact, and publicly express our shock and disbelief at how cruel the world is. Then we'll conduct large-scale surveys and gather evidence."

"Given the sheer size of the Kunlun Mountains, this investigation could easily drag on for a thousand or eight hundred years... or even a hundred thousand years if we're willing to lower our standards!"

"Once the investigation is complete, we'll try to fool those onlookers and show them that everyone has a plan, and sincerely offer a reward for their suggestions, so we can all do our part for a better world..."

"This practice of soliciting strategies and humbly listening—I think it's perfectly normal to think I could use it for another ten thousand or twenty thousand years?"

The artist explained his thoughts, leaving the little witches around the round table looking at each other in bewilderment.

What a clever delaying tactic!

After all this commotion, everyone in the Kunlun Mountains knows the Wu tribe's determination to save the lower-class tribes of the food chain, and their humanity shines brightly. But what is the reality?

They did nothing.

It's all just empty talk.

But after the performance, he won over many hearts.

The onlookers all felt that the witch clan was very dedicated and tried their best.

"Often, those who can do real work are not as good as those who can talk," the illustrator chuckled. "Because few people have the patience to understand the truth; they just parrot what others say and think they know the whole world."

"So, let's play along and put on a show... shall we?"

"You're lying," Qingxuan said bluntly.

"Yes, I am lying." The artist nodded calmly, "I am lying to those who are only enthusiastic for a short time, making them think that we really have a grand ambition to save the lowly and weak; I am lying to those suffering beings, making them feel the light in the darkness—even though that light is fake."

"The only ones who truly know the truth are the vested interests involved... But will they speak out?" the artist asked casually. "If there are any who don't know what's good for them, we don't mind eliminating one or two, giving them a warning, and drawing a red line."

"If we don't expose them, we'll all be fine; if we do expose them, we'll make an example of them... After a few times, those people will learn their lesson and know how to maintain a tacit understanding."

The artist's head was slightly raised, and sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his face and giving him a dreamlike and enchanting appearance.

"We paint our own rosy pictures, make our grand vows, and advocate so-called equality for all beings; behind the scenes, those in the shadows perpetuate their bloodshed and brutality, silently reaping their profits... Isn't it wonderful that we keep to ourselves?"

"In fact."

"Without the backdrop of darkness, how can our truth, goodness, and beauty be revealed?" The painter held up a datura petal and sneered, "It is the presence of evil that makes people yearn for righteousness."

"Who knows, we might win over a lot of people with just empty words... In the end, the one who deceives those people the most is not us, but themselves."

The artist smiled, his fingertips rubbing together slightly, and the petals turned to ashes, scattering into nothingness. "How was my plan? It took care of every aspect."

"If no one can think of a better solution, we can proceed with my plan."

He stretched comfortably, waiting for the different sounds to begin.

a long time.

The atmosphere here was as if it had fallen into complete silence.

No one uttered a single word.

No one objected.

This is tantamount to tacit consent.

Although some shamans showed obvious disapproval on their faces... considering reality, they would not oppose for the sake of opposing.

"Doesn't anyone have a better solution?"

"If not, then let's assume everyone agrees, okay?"

The painter looked around, smug and self-satisfied.

Just as he was at his most triumphant, a loud rumbling sound suddenly rang out, as the palace doors were pushed open.

A dashing, handsome, dignified, and transcendent man walked in calmly, his hands behind his back.

I disagree.

As soon as the man entered, he refuted the painter, saying, "This plan is unacceptable."

"It can solve a temporary predicament, but not a permanent one; it can deceive the masses for a time, but not forever!"

Each word, each phrase, was powerful and resonant, shaking the hall.

Upon seeing this person, many of the lesser witches showed a strange expression.

Even Hou Gang almost stood up!

For them, the appearance of this person was truly unbelievable.

—Feng Xi!

This guy was taken away by the Great Shaman right under their noses a while ago, and it seemed like he was destined to be frozen out and never return... But how long has it been? He's back to life again, all lively and energetic.

"Tsk... Feng Xi, you're out so quickly? Has the case of being reported for taking kickbacks been closed?" The artist wasn't embarrassed by the rebuttal; instead, he was curious about Feng Xi's experience.

We can put the demon race aside for now, but we can't ignore the gossip about our teammates.

"Yes, yes!" Hou Gang nodded repeatedly. "I was thinking, given the amount of kickbacks you took, you should have been locked up for at least a hundred thousand or twenty thousand years... How come you were released so easily?"

"That doesn't make sense!"

Hou Gang said that this was completely unreasonable.

"Don't you guys have any camaraderie at all?" Feng Xi's forehead was covered in black lines. "I'm out, and instead of cheering and applauding, you're questioning me?"

He was furious. "My donations had absolutely nothing to do with kickbacks. It was purely due to my good character and luck—a windfall from heaven... So what's so strange about me being acquitted?!"

"That's perfectly normal!"

"You guys, what's with all that surprised look...?!"

"Doubting my noble character? Doubting my integrity and impartiality?"

"I'm your leader! Your boss! Are you all trying to bring me down?!"

Feng Xi was very angry.

These guys have gone too far!

If you dare to question his character today, will you dare to fabricate stories tomorrow?

Should leaders do the work and take the blame when things go wrong?

Outrageous!

Feng Xi spat as he spoke, his fingers tapping wildly as if in a frenzy, delivering a stern critique.

However, the results were not good.

The rising and falling boos were the most direct denial of Feng Xi's words.

"Such a large sum of merit coins... and you're telling me it's luck?" someone muttered. "What about your reputation? Don't you have any shame?"

Despite Feng Xi's dark expression, the hall was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Until Feng Xi began to activate his innate spiritual treasure, it seemed he was about to wreak havoc on all sides.

"Alright, alright." Yu Chen stood up and smoothed things over. "The Ancestral Witches have all passed Feng Xi's interrogation and confirmed his innocence, so let's stop joking about this."

"Otherwise, it would be an objection to the decision of the Ancestral Witches, and also an objection to the Lingbao Heavenly Venerable who caused all of this... We can leave the Ancestral Witches aside, but the Lingbao Heavenly Venerable cannot be ignored."

"After all, this is the Kunlun Mountains."

"I don't think anyone wants to step out of their door one day and find themselves transported through a portal to another dimension, standing right in front of the Celestial Venerable Lingbao, do they?"

Yu Chen may appear to be acting as a peacemaker, but in reality, he is making a very serious threat.

Upon stepping out to meet the Heavenly Venerable, a sure way to open the door and kill!

Instantly, one after another, those mischievous little witches fell silent, obediently shutting their mouths, looking down at their noses and their hearts, following the guidance of their souls.

"That's more like it!"

Yu Chen smiled with satisfaction.

Then he turned to Feng Xi and said, "The past can be put to rest here... What we need to do next is look to the future."

"You said you disagree with that approach, that it doesn't focus on delaying or deception, so you must have a more suitable plan to counter the demon race's planned public opinion counterattack?"

"Exactly!"

Feng Xi calmed the fluctuations of the innate spiritual treasure and swaggered to his seat. "Just talking without doing anything seems like the best of both worlds. It can deal with the surging public opinion without stepping on the sore spot of the real beneficiaries."

"But this is not a long-term solution."

"We still need to do some practical things—that's why we were all sent here, to break the deadlock, to truly drive a nail into the heart of the demon race, and to tear apart their ranks!"

"We must transform those humble groups who struggle for survival into our comrades... no matter how weak they may be."

"This requires our genuine commitment—at least a portion of it," Feng Xi said slowly.

"However, if we're asking for sincerity, then there needs to be a real investment of resources and manpower... Whether the clan will support you in this kind of mess is one thing, but the key is the imbalance between expenditure and return." Hou Gang shrugged. "If things go wrong, it's not impossible for all the investment to go down the drain... At that time, the demon clan's strategists will probably laugh themselves to death."

"Heh..." Feng Xi shook her head slightly and chuckled, "I'm a good person, I won't let them have the chance to laugh themselves to death."

"Because, I never intended to ask the tribe for resources; instead, I planned to convert them locally. I would take from the demon race, use them for the demon race, and incidentally sow discord among them."

"Thanks to the strategist from the demon race," Feng Xi sighed with emotion. "What a great teammate!"

"They personally handed us a legitimate excuse to intervene in the lives of the underprivileged, and even set the stage for us... They were so righteous that I would feel uncomfortable if I didn't take advantage of it."

"Gentlemen!"

Feng Xi spread his arms wide, as if embracing the heavens and earth, "Let's establish another organization after the training platform!"

"A...charitable foundation!"

"A foundation dedicated to caring for the weak and impoverished demon race, brainwashing and cultivating them to be loyal to our Great Witch Clan, and fighting its entire life to tear down the bloody iron curtain of the demon race!"

"This organization will connect the oppressed lower classes of the demon race, linking them with compassionate individuals who have betrayed their own principles out of pity for the underprivileged... Everything they do is for the sake of a better world; it is righteous! It is noble!"

At this moment, Feng Xi seemed to have transformed into a great and sublime spiritual mentor, possessing an indescribable divinity, and... demonic nature!

"I understand the logic... but the problem is the money?" Hou Gang asked with interest. "Without resources backing you up, you can't build this platform."

"As for the money, I already said... it comes from the demon race!" Feng Xi smiled. "The next day, we will issue a statement that, in order to take care of and help the oppressed demon race at the bottom, our Great Witch Clan will raise funds for the public welfare of the prehistoric world."

"We are raising funds for all the lives in Kunlun."

"No one will buy it," Hou Gang shook his head.

"I know," Feng Xi said calmly. "So, we need a more subtle way to guide them."

"For example, every living being who donates resources will have an opportunity."

"A one in ten million chance, receiving a return of 2.5 million times the donated resources... This is God's reward for kind-hearted people!"

As she spoke, Feng Xi burst into laughter. "What do you think of my design?"

"Not so good." The artist beside him sighed. "I was lying, but you were gambling... Compared to me, you're not much better; your heart is pretty dirty."

"Hey... how can you talk like that?" Feng Xi glanced at him, clearly displeased. "Heaven is my witness, these are just some insignificant methods I used to provide benefits, my intentions are truly pure and noble!"

"Tch!" Hou Gang scoffed. "Using the guise of welfare to manipulate people's pursuit of profit... Feng Xi, I've only just realized how truly ruthless you are!"

Work is finally over, and I'll be posting like crazy starting tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)