The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 133 How dare you! You dare steal food from my bowl! (Bonus chapter for 300 monthly votes)

A day later, Feng Xi returned to normal.

Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war—especially for those on a smaller scale, it doesn't matter much.

A day of silence is the limit.

One cannot dwell on past failures!

Look ahead!

Besides, what's wrong with not letting it go?

The opponent is very likely to be the Great Sage Fuxi!

Emperor Xi!

Qing Emperor!

He's incredibly successful in both the demon and human realms; he's a true big shot!

"However, what's that saying again?"

"A dragon swimming in shallow waters plays with fish and shrimp; a phoenix with its feathers plucked is no better than a chicken."

"Rumors circulate that this top-tier powerhouse will perish in the Lich War, killed by the ancestral witch of my Wu clan, and will only be able to ascend to the position of Human Emperor by relying on his sister Nuwa's influence..."

Feng Xi pondered that if he became powerful enough, he might be able to pay a visit and make a small joke.

If it's not strong... then forget it.

After the big boss makes a comeback, he might be the one to be targeted.

"Alas... the Lich Wars."

When Feng Xi turned his thoughts to the great calamity, he felt sad and depressed, with no hope for the future.

That was the most terrifying war, in which even the Ancestral Witches and Demon Emperors would shed their blood!

Let's take it one step at a time.

"Just do your best. As for whether you can succeed... that's really not up to me."

After a sigh, Feng Xi, feeling restless, left the cloud bed, pushed open the door, and walked out of the palace.

Having been high above and in control of the whole situation for a long time, Feng Xi also began to have some thoughts about going into the most ordinary corner of Kunlun to see how much trouble he had caused to this place... no, how many subtle changes he had brought about.

……

Kunlun is very large.

If it weren't for some extraordinary supernatural powers and magic, relying solely on taking it one step at a time, it might take a hundred years to get out of that mountain.

The vast Kunlun Mountains are home to countless groups of creatures.

Hunting, reproduction, survival... all aspects of life unfold in this world at all times.

However, compared to the past tens of millions of years, the changes in the last few hundred years have been truly enormous.

Feng Xi wandered aimlessly, the bustling atmosphere of the mortal world rushing towards her, vivid and lively.

"Newspapers for sale! Newspapers for sale!"

A rat spirit, with a backpack slung across its shoulder, was shouting loudly while waving a stack of newspapers in its hand.

Needless to say, this special industry was a publicity channel planned by Hou Gang.

From the newspaper's design to the members who sell it, everything is a pawn of the Wu tribe.

In recent years, with the development of welfare opportunities, the prize pool funds have been invested and then spent.

After a closed-door meeting held by the three outstanding talents of the Wu tribe stationed in Kunlun—Feng Xi, Hou Gang, and the painter—the first group to be "saved" was not the Danshen Dog or the Cangji, but the bamboo rats of the rat tribe.

Through these actions, they infiltrated and gradually gained control over the rat tribe in the Kunlun Mountains in order to protect their image.

This is a very practical race.

They may not be strong.

However, its applications are too wide.

Having the ability to dig tunnels indicates a wider range of communication between the surface and underground, as well as some means of self-protection.

Although these tricks are something any cultivator with some cultivation level could do.

But given the rat race's reproductive capabilities... this makes them the most suitable subordinates for the three wise men of the witch race.

On the vast and desolate continent, are there any places that these clever little creatures have not ventured into?

Whether it's spreading public opinion or transmitting intelligence, it can be used in every way.

In the absence of terrestrial and terrestrial internet, this is the fastest and lowest-cost way to reach the grassroots level.

They are easy to raise, reproduce frequently, and have cheap labor... Now, under the command of the Wu tribe, they have taken up the business of selling newspapers, going from street to street to sell newspapers, cooperating in propaganda, and also collecting information.

Get more in one fell swoop.

"Newspapers for sale..."

The rat spirit worked diligently, hawking its wares without ever letting its guard down.

Feng Xi stopped it and bought one.

After bowing in gratitude in a flustered manner, the rat spirit continued on its way to sell newspapers.

Feng Xi leisurely unfolded the newspaper and began to read it with great interest.

What comes into view is, of course, the content related to the affairs of the shamanic tribe.

The Kunlun Charity Foundation appeals: With the Lunar New Year approaching, please protect the Danshen dog and do not eat it with Qida mushrooms or Ba Da ants. No demand, no killing...

The training platform stated: "Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. Closed-door self-cultivation is not the right path. It is better to engage in competition, identify shortcomings, and make up for deficiencies. We intend to hold a public competition for all ethnic groups in Kunlun..."

「第54250期福利机缘投注的开奖号码是：7、0、8、2、6、0、4……」

These are all normal.

And in some of the less desirable corners, there are things that don't quite fit in.

Are you still troubled by being single? Are you still troubled by long nights and insomnia? Come to my Yin-Yang Harmony Sect! Here you'll find the most handsome males and the most beautiful females, ready to chat by candlelight and explore the profound principles of Yin and Yang together!

"Those who recite the name of Houtu will find eternal life in the cycle of reincarnation... The Houtu Reincarnation Cult sincerely invites talented individuals; joining is a great opportunity..."

"How many times in life can you gamble? Here you can gamble every day! Dealers roll the dice online, no waiting, place your bets and get the results instantly!"

"..."

Feng Xi read it with great interest and was very satisfied.

The propaganda was carried out faithfully, and with such a massive, relentless campaign, the results were bound to be seen.

"Charity and public welfare, that's great." He clasped his hands together, and the newspaper turned to ashes. "I've got this propaganda line under control."

"I wonder how things are in other aspects?"

Feng Xi looked at a market town not far away, smiled slightly, and walked over.

……

The market was truly bustling.

Here, demons roam freely.

However, what's peculiar is that the vast majority of these creatures are not shopping or trading, but rather huddled together in groups.

Those surrounded at the very center were mostly demons, shouting at the top of their lungs.

These demons, the ones with style, would set up a table, stretch out a few long strips of plastic paper in front of them, and while shouting, they would draw on the paper with a pen.

Those who are less particular will simply squat down, pick up a piece of white chalk, and start writing and drawing, while explaining something with spittle flying everywhere.

The cacophony of sounds and the swarming demons gave Feng Xi a chaotic feeling of demons dancing wildly.

This made him, a pure and innocent little witch, feel inexplicably out of place.

However, considering the need to verify the results, Feng Xi quickly adapted to local customs.

After a simple makeover, he squeezed into a group of demons, peeking around and looking back and forth.

A husky sat swaggering on the ground, sunglasses perched on its nose, a cigarette dangling from its mouth, a piece of chalk in one paw, barking hoarsely.

"Bosses, please!"

"Based on Benha's many years of experience, this round will definitely have a sum of 147 at the beginning and end, with a pair or double number in the middle, and 3 or 5 will definitely appear!"

"Bosses, don't disbelieve me!"

"Let's look at the pattern table!"

"The sum of the first and last 10,000th period is 147!"

"In the previous 9900th period, the sum of the first and last digits was 147!"

"forward……"

Ha Jing shouted and roared, upholding the principle that the loudest dog is always right, and argued for his own theory of laws.

With his explanation, a systematic model was quickly established, revealing the secrets of the rules of lucky betting.

"Gentlemen, if you follow my method, you're guaranteed to win!"

"Even if you don't win the first prize, the second or third prize is still up for grabs!"

Ha Jing waved his paws excitedly, "If the bosses win, just give me a red envelope!"

"Oh, okay...no problem!"

"If we win, we'll definitely give Master Ha a huge red envelope!"

The crowd was enthusiastic and excited, their faces beaming with dreams and aspirations of getting rich and reaching the pinnacle of life.

Feng Xi looked at this scene with some surprise.

To be honest.

If he hadn't orchestrated all of this, people might have believed it.

However, then again.

By simply choosing which number to bet on and then selecting that number, they managed to concoct a seemingly legitimate "top-secret pattern"...

"A talent...no, a dog's talent!"

Feng Xi couldn't help but admire it, and muttered to himself.

"I haven't even decided what will be drawn next time, and this pattern chart is practically plastered in my face..."

"This patience and focus to find order in chaos, and the bold imagination to figure out patterns... if applied to spiritual practice, it might even lead to some minor achievements."

"Impressive! Impressive!"

He expressed his deep admiration.

At the same time, there were also feelings of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings).

"The allure of money is simply too great."

Feng Xi squeezed out of the demon horde and shook his head as he looked at the countless stalls and demon hordes similar to this place.

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

"The world is in turmoil, all driven by self-interest."

"None of sentient beings can escape this."

"This applies to mortals, immortals, and even those at the Great Luo Realm."

Mortals compete for profit, immortals compete for profit, and even the Great Luo Immortals... compete for profit!

The only difference is the vehicle through which the benefits are expressed.

Humans need resources to survive.

Immortals need resources to advance.

Da Luo?

They will then vie for the power of heaven and earth, seize the foundation of humanity, and take over the great destiny of the primordial world!

Feng Xi sighed as he walked on with a carefree air.

He felt he had come to understand the complexities of human nature, freed himself from the shackles that bound him, and viewed the changes of heaven and earth and the passage of time from the most detached perspective, realizing that everything was just as it was.

This is the time of wisdom, the state of wisdom.

Of course, this state did not last long before it was broken.

A ghostly figure crept up to him, saying, "Boss, I know a great place to make money. Would you like to check it out?"

"Oh?" Feng Xi glanced at her sideways.

"Look, this 'lucky draw' betting odds are only one in ten million, and the potential reward is only two and a half million times the initial investment... It's not worth it!"

"I have a new model over there!"

"Only take the first four digits of the seven-digit number!"

"Ten thousand bets!"

"But the prize money is nine thousand times!"

"Boss, what do you think?"

Feng Xi's face was gloomy.

How dare you!

How dare you steal food from my bowl!

(End of this chapter)