The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 82 A banquet is set up, awaiting Xuanyuan!

"...A system that is semi-independent of military command will be established within the Witch Clan and will be directly under the responsibility of the supreme leader—the Ancestral Witch."

Houtu explained gently, "The main responsibilities of this system are to appease morale, unite the lower-level witches, and ensure they possess the knowledge and wisdom to understand and accept the essence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' grand strategic policy, and to implement and execute it..."

The Ancestral Witch listed out the tasks one by one. As Feng Xi listened, his mind raced, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"To execute orders from superiors, assist the military system, and, when necessary, have the ability to take over the management of the army; most importantly, to conduct ideological and moral education and propaganda work among the lower-level Wu tribe warriors, making them deeply understand the meaning of the battle—that it is a battle for the tribe, a battle for ideals… The Ancestral Witch is determined to firmly grasp the entire Wu tribe's core territory!"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are not only meant to lead the Witch Clan in terms of their roots and bodies, but also to guide the spirit of all members, uniting them into a unified whole..."

"If successful, the entire Witch Clan will be the most terrifying army with unwavering ideals and undying faith, the greatest giants in spirit... Moreover, it will effectively suppress some of the noise from enemy demon clans' Grand Luo cultivators infiltrating their smaller units!"

Houtu provided only a simple description, but Fengxi grasped it immediately, drawing inferences and connecting them to various aspects. He discerned a corner of a vast chess game, vaguely seeing the grand and magnificent contest between great masters.

However, the more he understood, the more convinced he became of Houtu Ancestral Witch—truly remarkable!

The miniature earth on his forehead shone brightly, as if influenced by his admiration, making it even more radiant.

Houtu glanced at it, a faint smile appearing on her face, and her tone became gentler.

"If you don't seize the high ground of discourse, your enemies will," she declared loudly. "In recent years, some lawless elements have been chanting the so-called clan alliance slogan, ostensibly out of interest and to research the origins of each shaman, but in reality, they harbor sinister intentions, instigating conflict and antagonism within the shaman clan... They even launched a large-scale armed conflict under the guise of exercises, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere within the clan..."

"Although there is no concrete evidence to prove that they are spies infiltrated into my witch clan... it is not difficult to see that their intentions are sinister."

Houtu, the ancestral witch, almost specifically criticized an organization called the "Great Fuxi Alliance," characterizing its actions against the witch alliance.

As a member of the same Feng clan, Feng Xi, who had been unable to join the "Great Fuxi Clan Alliance" due to diplomatic travel and had once felt a little regretful, remained silent for a short while before decisively complying with and flattering the words of the Ancestral Witch. He lightly stepped on the already fallen "Great Fuxi Clan Alliance" and took a bite of the blood-soaked bun.

"The Ancestral Witch is wise!" he declared righteously. "To gather hundreds of thousands of troops and besiege an army of a thousand... no matter how much they shout 'helping you improve your IQ,' it can't change the deep-seated malice within... it's despicable!"

Feng Xi echoed Hou Tu, but something seemed amiss. The Ancestral Witch's expression had changed from its previous gentleness, and her face had darkened.

He observed the words and expressions, and recalled his memories. It seemed that... it was because the repeated mention of "long intelligence" had touched a nerve with the Ancestral Witch?

Feng Xi immediately shut up.

At the same time, a highly disrespectful thought arose uncontrollably.

"Huh? Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, is so angry? Could it be...?"

"Among those thousand witches, was her alternate account among them?"

"And he was even punched and kicked, beaten up badly?"

"Hiss... No wonder... No wonder..."

No wonder the Great Fuxi Clan Alliance collapsed so quickly and so completely...

Detective Xi pondered what incredible truth he had discovered!

"They just announced their victory, and then the top management deleted them from the group chat... Tsk, attacking the Ancestral Witch's alt account, they're really got some nerve!"

"Although this organization waves the banner of the Holy Emperor Fuxi, and there are almost certainly alt accounts of the Great Sage Fuxi within it, and most likely the ringleaders... their audacity and recklessness beg for criticism. Who else should be punished but them?"

Feng Xi deeply felt that the Fuxi Alliance deserved its demise!

No matter how clever you are, don't you know whose territory this is?!

"However..." Feng Xi's disrespectful thoughts grew increasingly cheeky, "If there really was a secondary account of the Ancestral Witch Houtu in there, during that terrible calamity, was she beaten so badly she was teary-eyed, looking bruised and swollen, and utterly pathetic?"

He glanced at Houtu Zuwu's face, then secretly imagined the scene—a beautiful young woman with a touch of majesty, who had been subjected to a brutal beating, her majesty gone, her cheeks swollen, her eyes slightly red, her shame, anger, and grief reaching their peak…

"Uh... haha! What should I do if I really want to laugh?"

"No, no, no... I can't laugh, I'll die if I laugh!"

"If the Ancestral Witch Houtu were to see my abnormality and read my current memories... no one in the entire primordial world could save me..."

Lower your head, take a deep breath... I can't laugh, I can't laugh...

Feng Xi followed her heart, suppressing her seven emotions and six desires with immense willpower...

To uphold the dignity of the Ancestral Witch Houtu, it must be said that Fengxi was truly loyal and devoted!

"When I get back and have some free time, I'll find a notebook and write down my guesses for today..."

Feng Xi has already thought of a title for the book.

It's called—

The Untold Stories of the Witch Clan!

Years from now, when future generations excavate and discover these things, will they feel surprised and delighted?

……

The hall remained quiet for a while.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, who had seemingly suffered a major setback when facing the "Great Fuxi Alliance," wore a stern expression, exuding immense pressure and intimidation over the area.

During this time, Feng Xi consciously kept quiet.

After a long silence, the female ancestral witch finally spoke calmly and authoritatively, "Indeed!"

"Among the witch clan, too many bad habits are now spreading, like a plague..."

"Some of these cases arose spontaneously but ended up growing distorted; others were purely the result of malicious infiltration and instigation by external enemies."

"Therefore, at this time, it is necessary to integrate the spirit and thought of the entire Wu clan, and at the same time, severely crack down on the fallacies and heresies of some lawless elements who have infiltrated the Wu clan, stifle the bad ideas they spread, and occupy the high ground of discourse..."

Although Feng Xi stirred up some unpleasant memories for Houtu, she quickly returned to normal and explained her work.

"This is the arduous task I've assigned you..." Houtu looked at Fengxi indifferently. "Fengxi, do you have the confidence to carry it out?"

"Gulp." Feng Xi swallowed hard; he really wanted to say no.

Even from Houtu Zuwu's words, he could clearly understand the enormous benefits involved.

But Feng Xi still avoided it at all costs.

After all, the earlier issues are easy to resolve, but the later ones... such as stifling harmful propaganda and seizing the right to speak... these are all confrontations with some of the big shots' alt accounts!

If you happen to run into a sore loser who secretly plots against fate... Feng Xi, with her small frame, could be visiting his grave next year.

And... can you really win against these cheaters?

Feng Xi didn't have much confidence.

Sometimes, he envied some ignorant people.

Because ignorance breeds fearlessness; they can even raise their fists at the sky.

He now knows too much, and understands that the current state of the Witch Clan is a hellish state where overpowered characters run around everywhere, which makes him feel somewhat guilty.

"Feng Xi, I have high hopes for you." Hou Tu tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, making a series of muffled thuds. "I have investigated your personal background and life experiences."

"Perhaps, in terms of combat power at the same level, you are not that outstanding."

"They haven't shown much promise in the area of ​​strategic command either."

"You're not good at fighting, and your military command isn't great either... but you do have some outstanding qualities."

"You are good at communicating with people, good at using language and practical benefits to unite those around you and persuade those who have different opinions..." Houtu said slowly, "In the three thousand years of diplomacy, you have spoken with countless beings from different civilizations and different groups, more than ten million... But in the end, you have reached a consensus with them and made a deal with them."

"This is your talent, brilliant and dazzling, second to none... even the heavens!"

A glint of admiration flashed in Houtu's eyes.

She wanted to entrust Feng Xi with an important task, but this task was not to be assigned haphazardly.

It's not simply because this little witch is very sensible, able to recognize the greatness of the Ancestral Witch Houtu, and put it into practice by tattooing the image of the great Ancestral Witch on her forehead, looking down at Dijiang from a high position, and using practical actions to compose a hymn of loyalty!

Absolutely not!

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, chose Fengxi, a minor witch, after reviewing the records of trillions of witch clans, because he had the strongest execution and communication skills, as well as... the ability to lie through one's teeth and distort the truth.

—No business is without its tricks!

Business alliance, business alliance—the first two words say it all.

This is an organization that exists solely to make a profit.

Especially back then, when my career was just starting out.

Feng Xi has to take responsibility for the hundreds of thousands of Wu Clan brothers who are eagerly watching his back!

Of course, the more you can earn, the better.

When negotiating business and trading goods, you naturally have to exaggerate the value of your goods—for example, say that this is a specialty of such-and-such place, that it traveled such a long distance to get here, and that it is guaranteed to be unique in this area!

Things are valued for their rarity; shouldn't unique treasures be sold at a higher price?

The other party in the transaction thought it made sense!

Okay, the transaction is successful.

Then, turning around, Feng Xi moved a little further away and sold the second and third portions...

One of a kind, three or four... standard procedure! Standard procedure!

The years Feng Xi spent in business were the years in which a cunning businessman grew up.

Of course, Feng Xi refused to take the blame for this.

After all, he willingly sacrificed his noble integrity and plunged into the abyss of darkness for the benefit of the collective... How noble that is!

Huh? Thinking about it this way, I seem to sense some kind of reversal... Noble virtues may fall into the abyss of mud, but they still bloom quietly, like a white lotus flower that rises from the mud unsullied.

Houtu, the ancestral witch, recognized Feng Bailianhua Xi's social skills and hoped to guide him to become Feng the Socialite Xi, so that he could contribute to the cause of the witch clan.

However, Feng Xi said he was powerless to do anything about it.

He had a passionate heart for dedication, but unfortunately... his body was too frail to provide the strength to do so.

Of course, he couldn't verbally refuse Houtu Ancestral Witch on the grounds of "fear of retaliation." Instead, he used a more legitimate excuse: "Ancestral Witch, I am willing... but the territory of the Witch Clan is so vast, each region has an expansive domain, and the number of Witches is so, so many... I am but a mere Witch, no matter how hard I work day and night, I can't possibly manage it all!"

"Besides, under the different ancestral witches, the different trends and ideologies that have developed over time are completely unknown to me... I'm not afraid of working myself to death, but I'm afraid of making mistakes in the process... These mistakes, magnified by the base number, will become astronomical, and I would die of shame!"

Feng Xi, loyal and courageous, is a master of rhetoric, a testament to his years of honing his skills.

However, Houtu, the ancestral witch, calmly waved her hand, wiping it all away.

Don't worry!

"How could I entrust such an important task to just you?"

"Since we're going to organize and build this system, it's natural to draw personnel from the entire witch clan..."

"Besides the Ancestral Witches and the related Grand Witches, among the Lesser Witches, ideally I will select 120 key personnel to be in charge... and below them, there will be hundreds of billions of Lesser Witches who will be transferred to other positions, led by the 120 key personnel, forming a branch!"

"You are just one of the main people in charge," Houtu glanced at him, "but your responsibilities might be slightly more important."

"Slightly more important?" Feng Xi asked, her eyes filled with doubt.

Houtu spoke softly, "The current Wu tribe is so active in various forms of origin and ancestor recognition activities... but in my opinion, this is actually a form of self-differentiation."

"Father begets son, son begets grandson, and the lineage continues endlessly... Each and every human king is merely the most outstanding among these bloodlines."

"To regard it as the source is illogical."

"But if we really want to trace the source, we should go back to the first batch of people created by Nuwa... The Wu tribe is currently at war with the demon tribe, and Nuwa, as the Queen of the demon tribe, is not suitable for propaganda."

Whether it was a misperception or not, Feng Xi heard a hint of regret in Houtu's words.

"Since tracing the origins of bloodlines is not feasible, we must search for them in the realm of the spirit," Houtu sighed. "And among the human race, which kings' spirits have had the most profound influence throughout the ages, enduring through the heavens?"

"It must be the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor!"

"However, it is a pity that among the Wu tribe today, there are many who advocate alliances with Zhuanxu, Fuxi, and Shaohao, while the two emperors Yan and Huang remain silent."

"This is bad, absolutely bad!" Houtu's lips curled into a slight smile. "Therefore, the Great Yanhuang Alliance... should be born!"

"The core values ​​and interpretations of these two emperors need to be promoted, vigorously promoted... especially the Yellow Emperor!"

"But the core message and interpretation of the Yellow Emperor's teachings... are copyrighted. Shouldn't we ask this human king to avoid misinterpreting it?" Feng Xi asked cautiously.

"We also wish we could, but unfortunately we couldn't find this human king..." Houtu squinted her eyes and sighed helplessly, "But the situation demands it..."

"So, we have no choice but to do it on your behalf..." Houtu laughed. "How do you interpret that?"

"I said, you write it, go spread the word—until Fellow Daoist Huangdi appears, then we'll happily return it!"

(End of this chapter)