Taking the Lead, Capital, Mentor

"Opportunity knocks!"

"It won't come again!"

"If I don't seize this moment to make a fortune, can I face myself?"

Feng Xi held his head high, his eyes flashing with a golden light.

That golden light wasn't about money... was he really that shallow and greedy?

The golden light was there because it represented hope, the hope of a career!

"A person doesn't get rich without ill-gotten gains, and a horse doesn't get fat without night fodder... How can I possibly afford my rapid cultivation advancements just by relying on the fixed salary from the Witch Clan, with occasional performance bonuses?"

"Only by buying low and selling high in commerce, by making ten times the profit on each sale, can I achieve a magnificent transformation!"

"Especially now, it's a heaven-sent opportunity... Hundreds of thousands of fellow transmigrants who might have had similar ideas are, due to their work responsibilities, forced to stay honestly in the camp prepared for them by Phoenix Perch Mountain."

"The Great Witches and Ancestral Witches are busy conversing with the two Demon Emperors, and they also look down on these scattered profits."

"At this very moment, I alone am roaming free... This is a golden opportunity bestowed upon me by heaven!"

"To refuse what heaven offers is to invite disaster; to not welcome the opportune moment is to court calamity!"

Feng Xi stood tall and righteous, having found the perfect justification for his actions.

While chatting with Little Peacock, he began calculating in his mind.

The opportune moment had arrived; making money wouldn't be difficult.

But making a fortune?

That would be somewhat challenging.

After all, what was the value of all the assets Feng Xi possessed...

Although he had the cultivation of a Golden Immortal, which in the vast Primordial Era would allow him to claim a territory, rule over a mountain range, and establish himself as a king.

--Don't be fooled by the fact that Golden Immortals are commonplace within the Witch Clan, but that's the Witch Clan!

It's a supreme clan capable of challenging hundreds of millions of other races in the Primordial Era with its own strength!

In the vast world outside, considering factors like teaching resources, racial talent, lack of inheritance, etc., a Golden Immortal is already a master of a region.

Moreover, most of these Golden Immortals have honed their skills over time, and they are far inferior to Golden Immortals who have been taught by Grand Unity experts behind them, creating a near-unbridgeable gap.

Orthodox, unorthodox... seemingly simple words, but who knows the bitterness contained within!

However, despite the disparity in strength, even if Feng Xi went out and faced those scattered Golden Immortals, he could still fight a hundred of them alone.

Unfortunately, due to his short cultivation time and meager resource accumulation, while he had some spare money, it was nothing compared to the wealth of Phoenix Perch Mountain.

The Phoenix Clan, too, was a race that had developed over an entire epoch. At its peak, it even enjoyed the support of resources from half of the Primordial Era. Even in decline, they still possessed considerable assets.

Furthermore, the development of their two pillar industries attracted many experts from the outside world, including those with sacred lineages... The flow and circulation of resources could generate profits in mere moments that would shock many.

For a Golden Immortal, even with connections, the benefits they could obtain within the clan were limited.

To make a small fortune, let alone a large one... Feng Xi lacked the capital to stir things up!

"But, it doesn't matter."

He stroked his chin, his gaze drifting slightly, "If there's money to be made, we can all make it together."

"Many hands make light work... How can one person fighting alone compare to a collective?"

"Besides, if I hog all the profits... and get discovered, I'll become a public enemy!"

Feng Xi mused, touching the communication device on his body and typing in some messages.

"As the saying goes, share blessings and bear hardships together!"

"Brothers, I've found a path to wealth. Are you willing to join me?"

"If you're not willing, just ignore this."

"If you are willing, give me a '6'!"

With the message edited, Feng Xi calmly sent it out to hundreds of thousands of people.

The targets?

Of course, they were the soldiers responsible for ceremonial duties in this diplomatic team!

Feng Xi had set his sights on them.

The wealth of one Golden Immortal was indeed insignificant.

But what about hundreds of thousands of Golden Immortals?

That would be a qualitative leap!

How could the profits from a small business compare to the gains from a large, flourishing enterprise?

Even if a significant portion of those profits had to be shared in the end.

"Brother Feng, you're awesome!"

"Let's get rich together, brother... Old Feng, you're a good man!"

"I was just wondering how to visit the treasure mountain without returning empty-handed... I didn't expect you, Feng Xi, with your handsome, honest face, to find an opportunity for a proxy shopper so quickly?"

In an instant, the messages in the group exploded.

Every Witch was deeply interested in this matter and willing to participate... Why wouldn't they want to make some extra cash?

Feng Xi suppressed the smile in his heart—Kong Xuan was still beside him; he needed to maintain some composure in front of outsiders.

He nimbly posted the well-thought-out cooperation plan to the group, detailing the profit-sharing method.

--This wasn't just for friends; even for blood brothers, accounts should be settled clearly.

In the plan, Feng Xi emphasized that he would take a cut of the final profits!

He wanted ten percent of the net profit!

This was already very generous... For a business that was guaranteed to yield profits ten or even dozens of times the initial investment, taking a ten percent cut was really not asking for too much.

"After all, I found the connections, I gathered the information... These are all crucial elements I facilitated. Ten percent profit isn't excessive, right?"

Feng Xi explained in detail, "It's only because you're all future comrades on the battlefield, my fellow soldiers, that I'm offering such a low profit-sharing plan."

"Otherwise, I would have just borrowed money from you according to the loan methods of the Witch Clan's internal financial allocation department, and you'd just have to repay some interest afterward..."

"How much was that interest... nine or ten percent of the principal after a hundred years?"

"Even if that interest doubled, what does it matter?" Feng Xi said earnestly, "Brothers, I'm helping you get rich together now!"

"Hahaha... Thanks, Old Feng!" Many responded, "You taking ten percent profit is indeed only right and proper... We'll gather the funds and resources right away and wait for you to pick them up!"

Feng Xi put down his communicator.

'Perfect!'

He exclaimed inwardly, immensely satisfied, feeling that his future path had become much smoother.

Money?

He'd have plenty.

By taking ten percent profit from every person who contributed funds, it meant his principal had multiplied tens of thousands of times!

Moreover, besides the tangible profits, the future potential value was even more precious.

--Through this profit, he had bound hundreds of thousands of Witches to him, subtly making himself their core.

These Witches were all very outstanding... If they weren't, they wouldn't have been chosen to be part of the honor guard accompanying the Ancestral Witches on diplomatic missions, right?

Leaving some connections today would have immense utility in the future!

Feng Xi had not forgotten that this was the era of the Witch-Demon Cataclysm!

Sooner or later, he would have to go to the battlefield... If he couldn't attain Grand Unity and become a player, but only a mere soldier, how could he survive until the end in one piece without finding like-minded comrades to support him?

The battlefield meant death!

Heaven and earth are vast, but life is paramount!

Feng Xi crunched his numbers, making thorough preparations for his future safety.

"Alas... It's a pity this buy-and-sell business might not last too long," he sighed inwardly. "Once the Demon Clan officially establishes their rule and meticulously controls every mountain and river, my business will probably be finished."

Feng Xi saw things clearly.

His ability to succeed and profit now was entirely due to the current chaotic state of the world, where the Demon Clan had not yet unified everything.

Without a powerful ruler at the top to maintain stable order, countless divine dynasties rose and fell across the land, engaging in constant warfare... Traveling outside was not safe at all.

Those who wanted to do business couldn't have low cultivation levels... because they might get robbed halfway, and wouldn't even know by whom.

How could business be conducted like this?

A piece of merchandise worth one cent would eventually sell for one hundred or a thousand cents in a distant place, with seventy percent of that being for road safety surcharges!

Did hiring bodyguards not cost money?

Did losses of goods not need to be recouped by increasing prices on the next shipment?

When all was said and done, if the price wasn't multiplied dozens or hundreds of times the principal, how could there be any profit?

Feng Xi dared to do this business and guarantee huge profits entirely because of the strength behind him—who would dare to obstruct the Witch Clan's diplomatic delegation?

Dare to stop them, and they would be killed!

However, once the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court was established, sweeping away all opposition except the Witch Clan and forcefully clearing out numerous bandits and road bullies, the gap between the principal and the selling price would definitely shrink.

Moreover, it was certain that as time went on, the Demon Clan's commodity trading would evolve into direct connections between manufacturers and individual consumers, dealing a devastating blow to intermediaries who profited from price differences!

'Part of the meaning of commerce is circulation, and better allocation of resources...'

'The more mature and advanced a civilization becomes, the corresponding methods it will inevitably have for resource allocation...'

'The Primordial Era... is a civilization of cultivation, but it is also a civilization!'

'With Grand Unity beings transcending time and space, establishing teleportation technology that covers vast areas or facilitating communication across every corner of the Primordial Era is no problem at all.'

'The technology is there. As for finding partners and consumers for these ideas...'

Feng Xi wanted to cover his face.

'Even if they didn't think of it at first, what novel ideas can't they encounter by exploring endless time and space?'

'Borrowing them, and then using them... is that difficult?'

Grand Unity, the ultimate form of a Transmigrator!

What is the advantage of Transmigrators compared to natives?

It lies in novel concepts, a mature and complete worldview.

They stand on the shoulders of a civilization.

Much knowledge, many ideas, are the shining points of that civilization, which they can adopt to achieve their own success.

And Grand Unity beings stand on the shoulders of all civilizations!

'Mixing it up in the Primordial Era... purely creative ideas aren't very useful anymore.'

Hmm, your idea is good... Since that's the case, I'll borrow it.

'And then...'

'Relying on immense scale, I'll crush you into dust!'

Every Grand Unity being is a massive predator.

They harvest the ideas and wisdom of countless beings to achieve their own success.

If the Primordial Era world were a game.

'It would definitely be a broken game.'

'Without investing money, without strong capital support...'

'No matter how brilliant the technology, it will be slapped down with one palm.'

Feng Xi had seen through the essence of the Primordial Era; Grand Unity beings were the true chess players!

Therefore, he also knew that the business of buying low and selling high could only last for a while. It could be used to make quick money, but it was impossible to rely on it forever.

'The most useful thing is the connections made here... it will be much easier to transition to other things in the future.'

Feng Xi calmly pondered, considering specific action plans.

Just then, Kong Xuan, who had been constantly asking questions and was being used as a guide, found an opportunity and asked him in return.

"Can you tell me what the outside world is like?"

The Little Peacock's eyes widened. "I don't know much... I want to hear your thoughts, hoping it will help with what I'm about to do."

"The outside world?" Feng Xi smacked his lips. "It's huge!"

"There are all sorts of different races living there... all kinds of beings."

"If you want me to categorize them... it's a bit difficult." Feng Xi scratched his head. "Right, what are you about to do? Tell me the general direction, and I can give you advice."

"Oh, oh..." Kong Xuan thought for a moment. "It's an uncle of mine who suggested I become the general manager of the twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty outer markets in the Jiashan District of the Phoenix Perch Mountain range for a while..."

"He said that as the second-generation heir of the Phoenix Lineage, even though I've only recently been born, I shouldn't neglect education in these areas..."

Feng Xi's mouth twitched, and twitched again...

Alright, he was sure.

Little Peacock, we have no common ground.

'Back in the day, the most people I ever led in a team was nine.'

'And those nine guys...'

'Were all scams!'

'If it weren't for the Ancestral Witch's keen observation, I might have been sold without even realizing it.'

Feng Xi stammered, and in the end, could only offer some advice, "If you're going to do that... you'll need to find some reliable people to help you."

"You don't need to do everything yourself, but you need people you can truly trust."

"I imagine you, as the son of a Phoenix, with your noble status, should have them, right?"

He spouted some seemingly useful things, but in reality, most of it was just to fool Kong Xuan. However, Kong Xuan listened with great interest.

"Is the world outside Phoenix Perch Mountain interesting?" Kong Xuan asked. "I haven't really been out much..."

"I occasionally hear rumors, and it seems like the outside is very chaotic?"

"Outside Phoenix Perch Mountain? There are grievances and affections, life and death... vast and boundless..." Feng Xi smiled. "If you take a trip outside, as long as you don't die, you can taste all sorts of lives."

"You'll see cunning races, and you'll also see simple-minded beings... all the phenomena of the mortal world, dreamlike and illusory."

"Only by stepping into it personally, tasting it, and feeling it can you gain something."

"By participating, you can stand by and watch coldly as the world's people suffer... or you can personally participate, plucking the strings of others' destinies, feeling the impermanence and unpredictability of fate, where anything is possible..."

"For example, rescuing some young ladies who have fallen into misfortune... and so on, are all very interesting things!"

Feng Xi wore a smile that Kong Xuan didn't understand, and adjusted the Soaring Snake at his waist.