The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 89 Invisible Gunfire, Secret Deals!

Feng Xi looked surprised.

He had not expected that Dijiang Zuwu would make such a request.

—It transformed into the form of an innate spiritual treasure, tied it to its forehead, and directly covered up the miniature Houtu.

Feng Xi's expression turned strange for a moment.

He wondered... Could this be Dijiang Zuwu's petty revenge, a counterattack against the image of Houtu tattoo looking down on him?

Of course, despite his thoughts, Feng Xi readily complied with the advice under the seemingly indifferent yet insightful gaze of the Ancestral Witch.

A flash of celestial light appeared on the Nine Netherworld Map, and the scroll transformed into a black cloth strip, which he tied to his forehead.

In that instant, Feng Xi suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Because... it seems that the perception that Houtu, the ancestral witch, could observe the heavens and earth and monitor the universe was blocked in him.

To become someone who is ignored!

Only the Great Luo can rival the Great Luo!

Feng Xi's heart was pounding wildly.

Under Dijiang's instructions, doing something like this to evade Houtu's supervision is just too... too exciting!

He looked at the Ancestral Witch, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Dijiang looked quite satisfied, nodding and saying, "That's more like it."

"Only then will I be a proper shaman, and not go out and tarnish the image of my shaman clan, causing people to criticize that the entire shaman clan consists of sycophants."

"Uh..." Feng Xi was stunned, feeling a little confused.

"Wait...it's not what I thought? Is the Ancestral Witch Dijiang about to make a big move?"

His expression was one of astonishment and bewilderment, and the deep confusion in his heart was evident on his face.

"Oh? There seems to be something you don't understand?" Dijiang raised an eyebrow, looking at him with amusement. "Could it be that you think I'm dissatisfied with the fact that the Houtu Ancestral Witch tattoo is superior to mine, which is why you're making this request?"

"Heh..." He scoffed, "What do you take me for? You fuss over such a trivial matter? Are you afraid that Fellow Daoist Houtu will come and act arrogantly in front of me, so you want to eliminate even the slightest possibility of it?"

"Absurd! Ridiculous!" Emperor Jiang, the Ancestral Witch, spoke with fervor, displaying an air of grandeur and majesty. "Do you think I am such a person, lacking the capacity to tolerate others?"

"We, the twelve Ancestral Witches, can even address each other as brothers and sisters... How could you possibly comprehend such a close relationship?"

Dijiang flicked his sleeves, seemingly in anger, expressing his dissatisfaction with others questioning his "close brother-sister relationship" with Houtu.

The twelve Ancestral Witches were all transformed from the essence and blood of Pangu; they are one family!

Since we're family, why speak like two different people?

Regardless of Houtu's status in this family, or whether she wants to address Dijiang as brother or sister... Dijiang will not care!

Feng Xi bowed in fear, expressing remorse for underestimating Lord Dijiang's tolerance.

"Ignorance is no excuse," Dijiang said understandingly, but then cautioned him, "You must never harbor such doubts in the future, thinking that we ancestral witches are hostile to each other and hold grudges!"

"Yes!" Feng Xi bowed her head and agreed.

Dijiang's expression relaxed, revealing a hint of fatigue. "I asked you to do this not out of personal motives, but entirely for the sake of public affairs and the greater good."

"Having Houtu tattooed on your forehead... what kind of image would that be in other people's eyes?" Dijiang sighed deeply. "Houtu, you're being ridiculous. You don't pay attention to details at all... you didn't even remind me before assigning tasks, and in the end, I'm the one who has to play the villain."

He tapped the armrest of his chair lightly with his fingertips, and earnestly advised Feng Xi, "It is your freedom to admire whichever figure you want."

"You're free to get tattoos on your body, and whatever you want to get... that's your prerogative!"

"However, this freedom is not unlimited!"

"If you lock yourself in your house, it's your own business whoever you fawn over."

"But now, you're going abroad as an exchange student and in charge of diplomatic affairs!" Dijiang shook his head. "When you're abroad, in other people's eyes you represent the image of the entire Wu tribe—although in reality, your status in the Wu tribe isn't very high, and you're not even considered important."

Those who are not ancestral witches or great witches have no right to speak for the witch clan.

"But!" Dijiang said leisurely, "Those ignorant people who only scratch the surface won't care, and those who are deliberately distorting the truth and harboring malicious intentions will distort the facts even more—such as the iron-willed supporters of the demon race."

"They confuse the truth and ignore the fact that, regardless of ethnicity, there are both elites and mediocre people; there are those of noble character and those of questionable moral character."

Speaking of "questionable bottom line", Dijiang glanced at Fengxi, making the little witch have an awkward smile on her face.

"Those who disregard the facts will bark incessantly, making all sorts of generalizations, seizing on your personal behavior, and throwing dirty water on the ethnic group behind you."

"Even though the environment and atmosphere in their own camp are actually more worrying, with all sorts of fighting and battles causing innocent people to suffer, and one bad thing after another... they still have the mood to criticize your actions."

The ancestral witch Dijiang's eyes were wise, possessing a profound wisdom that saw through heaven, earth, and the human heart. "The martial battle between the witches and demons has not yet begun, but the struggle over words has already quietly begun."

"With someone like you swaggering around with Houtu Ancestral Witch tattooed on your forehead... do you believe that the moment you show your face at Kunlun Mountain, rumors will start circulating throughout the entire prehistoric world the next day?" The Ancestral Witch sneered. "Either they say that the Witch Clan is engaging in a large-scale worship of the Ancestral Witch and using this as a pretext to attack the internal system of my Witch Clan."

"So you're saying the Ancestral Witches practice nepotism, specifically promoting those skilled in flattery?" Dijiang glanced at Feng Xi, who was deep in thought. "They don't care. You have real talent and ability... Public opinion can be deceiving, and petty people will criticize you. Hasn't this happened countless times throughout history?"

Feng Xi broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this.

Although he had heard and witnessed things in the past and knew that this murky water was very muddy, he ultimately did not step into it himself and become a party to it, so his feelings were not actually very deep.

Now that he has felt it, he realizes just how treacherous the danger is!

"You should also know," Dijiang said, leaning back in his chair in a more comfortable position, "how much 'fate' is currently eyeing you."

"Even if you have a primordial spiritual treasure protecting you, and with the attention of us ancestral witches, no one can destroy you physically."

"But is it difficult to trample on you spiritually, to isolate you professionally...? Not at all!"

"I can't kill you, but I have plenty of ways to cripple you."

"If rumors really spread and people say you're a sycophant... Houtu will eventually have no choice but to put you in the cold and protect you, and your career will be ruined."

"Don't talk about a bright future or a wonderful tomorrow... You won't last more than a few days in Kunlun Mountain before you slink back like a stray dog." Di Jiang's eyes were indifferent and cold. "The same goes for Hou Tu."

"Her life has been too smooth, and in some aspects she is still lacking and too idealistic."

Dijiang's condescending comments directly pointed out the shortcomings of Houtu, the ancestral witch.

Feng Xi kept wiping away sweat—some things, just by thinking about them, are enough to bring immense pressure to a person.

"So, that's why you had me transform the spiritual treasure into strips of cloth, my lord?" Feng Xi wiped away her cold sweat and looked at Dijiang Ancestral Witch with sincere admiration. "So, it wasn't to block Houtu's view, but to prevent other Great Luo Immortals from seeing Houtu's tattoo and making a fuss about it? It was to protect Houtu's tattoo?"

"You're a promising young man." Dijiang nodded with satisfaction. "Yes, that's right... I did it to protect this tattoo. Otherwise, you would have had to remove it, which would be disrespectful to Houtu."

Although, this method of protection is... somewhat strange.

But shielding protection is still protection, isn't it?

"Should I just transform this magical artifact into a hooded coat?" Feng Xi asked. "After all, I still have the tattoos of eleven other Ancestral Witches on my body..."

"That's not necessary." Dijiang shook his head. "If it's not on your face, it's not a big problem... Actually, if you want to tattoo Houtu Ancestral Witch on the soles of your feet, you don't need to go to such lengths right now."

Feng Xi's eye twitched.

"A tattoo on the sole of the foot...this could kill someone, right? It's definitely going to kill someone, isn't it?"

"The Ancestral Witch Houtu will definitely slap me and turn me into a pulp, killing me completely!"

"No...it might not be a clean death..."

"They might seal and imprison my true spirit, and after the cycle of reincarnation begins, throw me into some kind of eighteen levels of hell, sentencing me to indefinite imprisonment... That's worse than being dead!"

Feng Xi shivered, looking so thin and fragile.

At this moment, he expressed deep doubt about the earlier statement by the ancestral witch Dijiang that the twelve ancestral witches loved each other and were all one family.

Of course, getting him to put his doubts into words... that's impossible.

Houtu is not to be trifled with, but how could Dijiang possibly be?

Feng Xi pondered, perhaps he hadn't lived enough yet?

In the end, he listened attentively and calmly to Dijiang Zuwu's "brief two sentences" about his diplomatic work, nodding repeatedly to show his absolute support and approval.

By the time he finally finished listening, he had lost track of time, and he was still feeling dizzy.

……

I left home feeling dizzy, and headed towards the place where the exchange students were preparing for their trip.

It took me quite a while to feel the cold wind blowing before I could calm myself down again.

Recalling his own experiences, summarizing what Houtu Ancestral Witch and Dijiang Ancestral Witch had revealed, and then considering the current situation of heaven and earth... Feng Xi had a thousand words in his heart, but in the end, he could only turn them into one sentence.

"These are turbulent times in the primordial world!"

"When has the primordial world ever been without its share of troubles?" A calm voice suddenly rang out, refuting Feng Xi's words.

"Ha!" Feng Xi was startled. She moved and turned around, and when she saw the person's face clearly, her expression immediately turned strange. "Yu Chen?!"

What are you doing here?

He was wary, looking at this despicable guy who had once made him take the fall.

Looking back, when Feng Xi first crossed over, he was full of vigor and high spirits, unaware of the unique characteristics of the Wu tribe—numerous small accounts.

In my dreams, I will rise above others among the witch clan.

Unfortunately, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

He was given a face-to-face lesson by the ancestral witch Dijiang and received a severe beating.

What are the reasons for this?

Nine times out of ten, it should be blamed on his nine teammates!

These amazing teammates tacitly pushed him into the leader's position, facing the investigation and review of the Ancestral Witch... If Feng Xi hadn't been a master of the Congxin School, whose moral standards dropped incredibly quickly and who decisively pledged his loyalty to the Ancestral Witch Dijiang, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

However, every cloud has a silver lining.

As a result, Feng Xi was slightly valued by the Ancestral Witches, which led to his current achievements.

Of course, this doesn't mean Feng Xi should treat Yu Chen and his gang with a good attitude.

If he weren't afraid that the other side might have an "epiphany" during a thrilling battle, he might have already called for a one-on-one duel.

"Why can't I be here?" Yu Chen asked with a smile, a sword hanging at his waist. "I'm just like you, chosen by the higher-ups to be an exchange student in Kunlun Mountain!"

"Tch!" Feng Xi pouted. "You still need to go on an exchange program? To study?"

"You're a genius, why don't you just have a sudden epiphany?"

"Even geniuses need to follow basic principles!" Yu Chen's smile widened. "Otherwise, who knows, one day the heavens might be jealous of their talent."

"Heh." Feng Xi remained noncommittal.

After a long pause, he spoke again, "You're still alive and kicking... To be honest, I find that very strange."

"There's nothing strange about it...it's all normal." Yu Chen said readily. "There are so many geniuses in the Witch Clan, no, everyone knows what's going on."

"Although we acted a little too early and were watched by many great wizards... as more geniuses emerged later, we were no longer a big problem."

"Even now, we are still entrusted with an important task, working together as exchange students... under the guise of studying, to do some diplomatic work for the Wu tribe and maintain the diplomatic achievements of the two ancestral Wu masters."

"Actually..." Yu Chen chuckled, "Many of the people sent out have connections with those places."

"The extent of our achievements will largely reflect the attitude of the Great Luo Supreme there towards the Witch Clan..." Yu Chen shrugged. "The greater our achievements, the more willing the Great Luo Supreme there is to increase their investment in the Witch Clan... and the Witch Clan will reciprocate by elevating our status and granting us power based on our merits..."

"Conversely, if there are no results... it means to wait and see or withdraw investment."

Ultimately, these are all tacit, unspoken agreements between chess players.

Yu Chen gave a brief explanation, and Feng Xi seemed to understand, "I see."

"Then... my old friend!" Feng Xi rubbed his hands together, "I wonder which great deity from the Kunlun Mountains is standing behind you?"

"Guess?" Yu Chen asked with a smile, patting the long sword hanging at his waist.

"No guessing, no guessing." Feng Xi shook her head. "First, I lack the insight to see through your fundamental principles; second, these days there are all sorts of misattributions, using pseudonyms... who knows whose pawn you are?"

"You're so boring," Yu Chen shook his head.

The two chatted and laughed, seemingly burying the past misunderstandings.

(End of this chapter)