Conspiracy, Peacock, Business

Surprised?

Unexpected, right?

So damn surprising!

So damn unexpected!

Fuxi listened as Dijiang, seemingly sneakily yet overtly, "revealed" the inside story of Hongjun's past, the unspeakable secrets of the Dao-Demon Calamity, the dust buried in the ages... He slapped his thigh, mourning for the former Demon Ancestor Rahu.

"If what you've said is true," Fuxi sighed, "then it's no wonder Hongjun became the Dao Ancestor, established Zixiao Palace, transmitted his voice across heaven and earth, and gathered all the gods... He's truly a ruthless god!"

"What I said is naturally true," Dijiang guaranteed, patting his chest. "Don't look at this period of time, which cannot be traced back through the ages... In reality, it was merely concealed by someone!"

"This history was cut out of its normal chronological order... and then rearranged and edited with immense divine abilities, achieving a seamless connection, making it impossible to prove anything."

"But who among the top-tier great divine ability users and Innate Divine Beings... doesn't know about those events back then? Who doesn't understand?"

"After Hongjun defeated Rahu and gained control of heaven and earth, he didn't stop there. Instead, he pursued his victory and resurrected Rahu, who had just issued a threat before perishing."

"Then, he secretly sealed Him in some unknown place, strictly controlling Him—just waiting for some future day to release Him to bite people!"

Ancestral Witch Dijiang sneered, "At that time, the Demon Ancestor Rahu would stir up a demonic calamity in the Primordial Era universe, wantonly conquering and disturbing all directions... It's possible Hongjun might even secretly support and strengthen Rahu from behind, causing His power to swell to an unimaginable degree, making even Saints and Quasi-Saints potentially no match for Him."

"The Xuanmen and Buddhist Sects would be crippled, the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain brutally slaughtered. After all the major powers suffered heavy losses, Hongjun would then leisurely issue a call to arms, organizing a so-called anti-demon operation."

"The demons would always manage to rise from the ashes, forever uneradicated... Is this a failure of morality, or a distortion of divinity?!"

Ancestral Witch Dijiang spoke eloquently, weaving together a summary of past information and predictions for the future, making it quite compelling.

Great Sage Fuxi's brow furrowed—he truly felt the threat emanating from Hongjun and couldn't help but begin to guard against his existence.

This was also for the good of the Demon Clan!

After all, if the Demon Clan achieved ultimate victory in the Witch-Demon Cataclysm and eradicated the Witch Clan... with the main conflict gone, the relationship with Hongjun would have to be re-evaluated!

"As the saying goes—all under heaven is the king's land, all on the shores are the king's subjects," Dijiang said, noticing the fleeting worry and doubt on Fuxi's face, and smiled slightly. "When the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court achieves victory and reigns over the world, can you tolerate an aloof expert like Hongjun, who stands apart and occasionally dictates terms?"

"If one day, on a whim, he summons you and says—the heaven and earth tribulations are intertwined, and some of your disciples are destined to face calamity, either ascending the Investiture of the Gods list, their paths broken, or perishing into dust, their lives and paths extinguished..."

"What will you do then?" Dijiang asked with a hint of malice in his expression. "After defeating us, the weakened Demon Clan, will you still have the strength to resist the 'Heavenly Dao—Saint Group' that emerged from the Witch-Demon Cataclysm, having remained neutral, recuperated, and developed greatly?"

The Ancestral Witch said meaningfully, "Sometimes, the enemies we see in each other are not necessarily absolute enemies... they could also be potential partners."

"At least in some aspects, in some areas, that's the case!"

"We should reach some consensus—it would be beneficial for everyone."

Great Sage Fuxi fell silent, wisdom flashing in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the hall became momentarily stagnant.

Suddenly, Fuxi let out a long sigh and chuckled, "Ah... I'm truly sorry."

"Look at me... I've been talking with you outside the main gate for so long, it's simply not in line with the etiquette of hosting guests!"

"This truly makes me ashamed."

Great Sage Fuxi wore a gentle smile. "Whatever matters, whatever cooperation you wish for, let's discuss it inside the hall first!"

With a gesture from him, the great door in front opened, revealing a vast space within... Above the hall, countless real stars were hung, shining, making one feel as if they had arrived in a sea of stars just by standing there.

"Please, come in quickly. Let's converse freely, discuss the Dao, and debate the Dharma," Fuxi smiled, his voice loud, as if speaking to all the Grand Unity supreme beings in the vast Primordial Era who were paying attention to this place. "Let's not talk about the life-and-death struggle of the Witch-Demon Cataclysm, nor about the treacherous hearts of gods and who is plotting against whom... The future is unpredictable, anything can happen."

"We pursue practicality, not empty talk about the future."

"In the present, in this moment where the Witch and Demon sides have only had a slight disagreement, completely short of escalating to war, we should engage in more meaningful exchanges." Fuxi smiled charmingly. "For example, exchanging cultivation experiences with each other."

"And also..." he sighed, "no matter what, the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are both part of the Primordial World... Therefore, everyone can express their views on how to better build the Primordial World... This is correct and reasonable."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Dijiang echoed. "This is my fault... We shouldn't cling so tightly to a baseless calamity."

"Focusing on the present, we should consider present matters... We are all lovers of peace, beings living in the Primordial World and inheriting Pangu's spirit. What we should do most is to build the Primordial World!"

"Providing each other with technical support for building the Primordial World, bringing a better life to all beings, that is our primary job!"

A Demon Emperor and an Ancestral Witch let out hearty laughter together at this moment.

Within their laughter, there seemed to be a hint of unspoken understanding.

Then, they stepped forward together, leading their respective retinues, into the magnificent hall.

Fuxi, followed by Nuwa.

Dijiang, leading Houtu... with several Great Witches following behind as attendants.

As these two parties entered the hall, the great door closed with a "boom," isolating the space within from the outside world, ensuring that whatever happened inside would not be known to outsiders.

This was a closed-door meeting held by the joint decision-making layers of the Witch and Demon sides!

The implications contained within this were enough for anyone peeping at this scene to ponder for a long time, sensing the precursor to coming storms.

"Peaceful coexistence? Building a beautiful Primordial World?"

Unknowingly, how many great divine ability users who were paying attention to this place "pfft"-ed in unison, expressing their indignation and dissatisfaction.

"Bah!"

"Who the hell would believe that!"

"If you really want to maintain world peace, you should broadcast it openly and honestly!"

"Sneaking around to make deals behind people's backs... who are you trying to fool?!"

Many Saints were spitting in disgust, yet they were powerless.

When the Witch Clan and Demon Clan reached a consensus on certain matters, they would become a force of unimaginable terror!

Facing this power, how many could possibly resist?

Perhaps, Pangu could.

And Hongjun, who harmonized with the Heavenly Dao, could also be counted as one.

Inside Zixiao Palace, a Daoist with an ancient and vast aura sat quietly on a futon.

His gaze was profound, reflecting the endless time and space, all the heavens and all origins, within his eyes.

This was an unimaginably terrifying supreme being, whose name was—Hongjun!

Legend had it that he was the supreme powerhouse who ended the previous epoch, propagated the righteous path of heaven and earth, and was the ultimate victor who suppressed the Demon Ancestor Rahu. Because he saved the Primordial Era from potential destruction, he was beloved and praised by all beings as the Dao Ancestor.

The Dao Ancestor's cultivation was unfathomably deep, far surpassing that of the many Innate Divine Beings of the current era—without such strength, he would not have been able to summon all the gods to gather in Zixiao Palace.

He sighed with worry, lamenting that the average cultivation level of the current powerhouses was too low. Therefore, he intended to lecture on the methods of becoming a Saint, nurturing outstanding potential seeds to act on behalf of heaven.

However, just today... his good intentions seemed to have been misunderstood, and he was branded a conspirator.

The Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, two vast and terrifying factions, their strategists and decision-makers, had seemingly come together to plot his overthrow.

Hongjun quietly observed the rise and fall of heaven and earth, the myriad states of the mortal world, and suddenly let out a soft sigh.

After the sigh, a hint of killing intent began to surge.

Even the kindest person, when slandered like this... besides sadness, wouldn't anger also burn within them?

"Dijiang... Fuxi..."

Muttering these two names, he stroked the dragon-headed staff beside him. It seemed to hold a special memory.

"Heh..."

After a faint, indifferent chuckle, the palace dimmed, time grew dark, and all paths withered.

"You won't be able to gloat for more than a few days..."

"Fellow Daoist? Fellow Daoist!"

A soft call brought Feng Xi, who had been stirred and lost in thought by Ancestral Witch Dijiang's revelations, back to reality.

He blinked and found that the great figures had all entered the palace, leaving him, the pitiful one, outside.

He gazed longingly at the palace hall, lamenting his own lack of strength, unable to participate in such an important meeting, and to satisfy his gossiping heart—no, his fervent heart for the development of his clan and the peace of the Primordial Era!

Dejectedly, he turned and looked at the being calling him from the side—it was a young-looking boy.

Of course, in the Primordial Era, all sorts of immortal and ageless demons roamed everywhere, and many seemingly young individuals were actually old demons pretending to be youthful.

However, the boy before him had eyes filled with vitality and curiosity... this fresh feeling towards the world was something an elder who had experienced too much change and upheaval could not possess.

'A little fellow,' Feng Xi assessed him inwardly, then he dejectedly discovered a situation—this 'little fellow' was not just a little bit stronger than him.

At a glance, he couldn't see the depth of his cultivation at all... in short, he was stronger than him!

"Hello, Fellow Daoist," Feng Xi greeted politely. "You called me... is there something you need?"

"Of course, I'm here to take you to the designated place to park your carriage and mounts," the boy said somewhat shyly. "Arranging these things is my job."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Feng Xi realized. "I understand... Thank you for your trouble."

"It's no trouble at all, just a small matter," the boy shook his head. "Please follow me."

Feng Xi straightened up, fumbled for the token he carried, and waved it to his side... the dragon carriages of those two Ancestral Witches and the mounts of several Great Witches obediently followed behind him.

—Feng Xi didn't just manage Ancestral Witch Dijiang's carriage; he could manage others too!

If he were given a title, he would be something like the chief steward of the Imperial Stable.

The mounts followed Feng Xi, and Feng Xi followed the boy... Midway, he took the initiative to chat with the boy, trying to pry information out of him.

"You're asking my name? To address me?" The boy pointed to himself. "My name is Kong Xuan."

"Uh... good name! A good name!"

If his self-control hadn't been honed over countless years, Feng Xi might have spat out his saliva right then.

The name Kong Xuan... it wasn't just good!

He was an incredible figure, a ruthless individual, someone who dared to challenge Saint Zhunti, a famous Great Divine Ability User during the Investiture of the Gods calamity!

As a poem bears witness—

Once saw the heavens and earth split open, and the sun, moon, and stars emerge; A spirit with the deepest roots of morality, he had a connection with the West.

This person was the chosen disciple for many transmigration protagonists, the one who would undoubtedly bring glory to their ancestors.

However, to be honest, the difficulty of taking him as a disciple was extraordinarily high.

He had witnessed the creation of heaven and earth... To have such origins meant either being an ancient demon god from the chaotic era or a powerful being who had achieved Grand Unity and attained eternal proof, tracing back through time to witness Pangu's creation of heaven and earth.

Regardless of which situation it was, taking it as a disciple... If one wasn't an supreme mighty being, they simply couldn't afford to.

After all, according to some inside information, Kong Xuan also held the identity of the Phoenix Son and was the heir to the Phoenix Clan's legacy!

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had saved himself countless years of struggle.

Feng Xi, in a roundabout way, was probing for information. This little peacock wasn't deep-minded, and as Feng Xi continued to probe, he eventually got the information out...

He was indeed the direct son of a phoenix, and it was perfectly reasonable for him to live in Phoenix Perch Mountain... Furthermore, due to Fuxi and Nuwa's presence here, he often had the opportunity to listen to their teachings.

The reason he held his current position was primarily because he wanted to improve his ability to interact with outsiders, and it was mostly done in a playful manner.

As he listened, Feng Xi's tears flowed like a river in his heart, and he almost cried out loud.

--Why was the gap between people so vast?

Of course, on the surface, he remained as calm and composed as ever, appearing to be having a delightful conversation with the little peacock.

As the little peacock became happier, he became less reserved in his speech, sharing many of Phoenix Perch Mountain's unique features with Feng Xi—such as where the wholesale market for feather garments was located? Through which channels could one obtain permits to refine items in the superior fire veins of the Undying Fire Veins?

And which places specifically offered special services... such as the sale of processed semi-finished refining materials?

And so on.

Feng Xi noted everything down one by one.

Because what he wanted to do most next was to engage in reselling!

"I'll get a batch of high-quality, distinctive products from the phoenixes, and then sell them at a high price back in the Witch Clan or elsewhere... No matter how you look at it, I'll make a fortune!"

Feng Xi's mind was calculating rapidly, "Even when my cultivation is higher in the future... I can specialize in this kind of channel business!"

"The four necessities of cultivation—wealth, companionship, Dharma, and land—wealth comes first!"