The Times Create Heroes, A Great Opportunity Descends

Rebellion is impossible, absolutely impossible. It's something I'd never do in this lifetime.

Setting aside the issue of who has the bigger fist, the fact that our very roots are controlled is a fatal weakness.

It was the Ancestral Witches' will, casting a net across endless time and space, that forged the Witch Clan into what it is today.

With such leverage in the hands of the Ancestral Witches, they could erase any member of the Witch Clan below Grand Unity from existence at any moment, resetting their history!

So...

Rebellion?

Insubordination?

Challenging the authority of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

There's no hope of success.

'However, rebellion is impossible, but... setting things right?' Feng Xi stroked his chin, his thoughts rambling nonsensically as he let his mind wander. 'That's a different story.'

'If the Ancestral Witch faction were to fracture, splitting into two camps... the side I align with would have at least six Ancestral Witches voting...'

'At that point, the voices of the lower-ranking Witch soldiers would suddenly become crucial, potentially becoming the final chip to tip the scales!'

Six Ancestral Witches against six Ancestral Witches, their peak powers canceling each other out. That would be the time for the common soldiers to step onto the stage and save the world!

At that time, the victorious side would naturally be the righteous one... and Feng Xi, having participated, would undoubtedly be a great hero who set things right.

Is this even possible?

Perhaps.

'Dijiang, Gou Mang, Zhu Rong, Ru Shou, Gong Gong, Xuan Ming, Houtu, Qiang Liang, Zhu Jiuyin, Tian Wu, Xi Zi, She Bi Shi, a total of twelve Ancestral Witches.'

'In the myths and legends that trickled down to my era, the gods under the Five Heavenly Emperors of the Yanhuang lineage included Houtu, Zhu Rong, Gou Mang, Ru Shou, and Xuan Ming – five of the Ancestral Witches. And elsewhere, Gong Gong also left a significant mark, his legend passed down through the ages.'

'As for the remaining six Ancestral Witches – Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Qiang Liang, Tian Wu, Xi Zi, and She Bi Shi – very few deeds of theirs were passed down!'

Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin are somewhat better known; the other four? I've barely heard of them.

'Perfect, six against six!'

'Such a stark contrast truly unsettles me!'

Feng Xi sighed inwardly. 'If conflict and division were to erupt among the Ancestral Witches... what would such a situation signify in terms of who wins and who loses?'

'At the most critical moment, what kind of choices would I face?'

He had a headache.

After all, the current Feng Xi, who had such a good start and found an opportunity to lead and unite hundreds of thousands of Witch Clan members, had to thank Ancestral Witch Dijiang for accidentally giving him the chance.

If he hadn't been in such a peculiar position, being the only one outside the main group at this moment, how would he have had the chance to unite people with benefits?

He'd probably be like his miserable teammates, honestly staying in the barracks assigned to them in the Phoenix Perch Mountains.

How could he be like now?

-- You guys stay put, don't move. Watch me, Feng Xi, go pull a money tree for you!

As the saying goes, opportunity makes the hero.

Repeated coincidences, creating special circumstances, allowed some people to stand out.

Feng Xi's wisdom and abilities weren't necessarily the absolute best among these hundreds of thousands of Witch Clan members; many could rival him.

But by chance, he became the most dazzling one!

'So much to worry about!'

Feng Xi sighed deeply, shaking his head, casting the jumbled thoughts out of his mind.

'Forget it.'

'There's still a long way to go. As a mere shrimp right now, I don't need to worry about factional struggles... A cannon fodder's cultivation should befit a cannon fodder.'

'Once I achieve Grand Unity and qualify to be a player, I'll consider these things!'

'For now... making money is the most important thing!'

Feng Xi ambled along, following the route indicated on the map, heading towards the location where the Witch Clan's honor guard was stationed.

There, his teammates were already eagerly awaiting him.

The wealth accumulated by hundreds of thousands of Golden Immortals was solemnly entrusted to Feng Xi's hands.

The earnest, expectant gazes from everyone made Feng Xi feel immense pressure.

"Brother Feng... you absolutely cannot mess this up," someone said with a wistful look. "All our fortunes are in here."

"If it's lost..."

"Heh heh..."

Feng Xi swallowed, then forcefully patted his chest, making a "thump-thump" sound. "Don't worry, everyone!"

"Even if I lose myself, the wealth that belongs to all of you will never be lost!"

Carrying everyone's expectations, Feng Xi began his mad dash.

A plan, held in his hands.

The optimized route, passing by markets to buy and trade goods... everything had already been planned out by the Witch Clan elites who were masters of this field.

All Feng Xi needed to do was to implement it!

"Phoenix Grass, Life and Death Flower, Wutong Wood... specialties of the Phoenix Clan..."

Muttering to himself, Feng Xi felt that he had never been busier than he was right now.

He had to finish this task before the two Ancestral Witches and Fuxi and Nuwa finished discussing their secret cooperation plan and decided to leave this place.

This period of time could be very long, or it could be very short.

But Feng Xi didn't have the luxury of gambling.

After toiling day and night, he finally...

Completed ninety percent of it.

Countless data flowed and settled in his mind. The numerous bargaining sessions he had experienced in such a short time left Feng Xi feeling groggy.

"No... I need to rest for a while."

"If I work myself to death while being busy, what's the point of earning so much money?"

Finding an excuse, Feng Xi lay down on the spot... This place was a secluded valley, with verdant mountains and a peaceful atmosphere, which effectively soothed the weariness of travelers.

And this person... once he lay down, he didn't want to get up.

Even though he knew there was only a little bit of work left, he still had to dawdle for a while.

"Let me rest for a bit... let me rest a little longer..."

Feng Xi lay on the grass, his eyes slightly closed, looking as if he was about to fall asleep.

However, just as he was about to discuss life with Duke of Zhou, a hissing sound rang out.

"Hiss hiss!"

The Soaring Snake that accompanied him at his waist moved on its own, its body suddenly tensing and standing upright!

Its eyes shot out cold light, its wings spread, and it roared, waking its master.

"What's going on?"

Feng Xi sat up reluctantly, his expression ugly, glancing askance at the Soaring Snake with unfriendly eyes.

If it couldn't give him an explanation, then Feng Xi would have to give it one.

"Hiss hiss... hiss hiss!"

The Soaring Snake trembled, its head pointing frantically in one direction, looking very agitated.

Saliva was still flowing from its mouth... making Feng Xi feel embarrassed.

"Foodie... why are you so excited?" Feng Xi covered his face, speechless... His companion spirit was like this, making him firmly oppose the saying "things resemble their owners."

However, in the next moment.

A refreshing, subtle fragrance reached Feng Xi's nostrils, almost intoxicating him, making him fall into a daze and get lost.

With great effort, he suppressed his mind with immense willpower. Feng Xi no longer glared at the Soaring Snake with a critical eye... Smelling the fragrant aroma and feeling the stirrings of his life's origin, even though he didn't know what the source was, Feng Xi knew that this would definitely be of great benefit to him!

No wonder the Soaring Snake was so excited, wishing it could rush out immediately.

"Immortal medicine? Sacred fruit? Divine brew? Strange flower?"

Feng Xi's mind raced, and at the same time, he nimbly got up. He communicated with his companion Soaring Snake to lock onto the direction of the fragrant scent and pursue it.

"Such speed." As he chased, Feng Xi's expression changed—the source was moving too fast, he could barely keep up!

Along the way, he had already seen many creatures attracted by it. Unfortunately, their legs were too short and their speed too slow, so they could only stop in despair as the fragrance completely disappeared from their noses.

"Fortunately, fortunately... I have cultivated the art of running for many years, and I even received guidance from Ancestral Witch Dijiang, so I have achieved some mastery in the Path of Space."

"As long as no Grand Unity or Grand Unity appears, I'm not afraid of anyone in terms of speed!"

Feng Xi's fighting spirit became high, "Moreover, I have a helper!"

"Quick, put on your wings and help me accelerate!" He patted the Soaring Snake's head. After it grumbled in dissatisfaction, it obediently spread its wings.

--The Witch Clan is not a race that can only stand on the ground!

They can also exert top-tier combat power in the sky, and possess astonishing speed!

After all, they all have companion spirits... either dragons or Soaring Snakes, each extraordinary.

At this moment, the Soaring Snake spread its wings, cooperating with Feng Xi's thoughts, moving along spatial trajectories, while its feet didn't stop, using the technique of "shrinking the ground into an inch" to further increase its speed.

Finally, after a period of pursuit, Feng Xi approached the source of the fragrant scent.

--A strange beast with black and white markings was galloping across the land on its four short legs.

It was also carrying a fruit in its mouth.

The scent that made Feng Xi's heart tremble and his soul sway originated from this fruit!

Feng Xi's expression turned strange the moment he saw his target.

If he wasn't mistaken.

It was a...

"Wolf?"

"Or a dog?!"

"I really want to admit it's a wolf."

"But this dazzling black and white, this wise and majestic face... no matter how I look at it, it looks like a draft of a wolf."

Feng Xi's mind was in an extremely conflicted state at this moment.

The target was locked.

Should he snatch it?

Or not?

This was a matter of his dignity, and he had to consider it carefully!

"If word gets out someday... snatching food from a wolf sounds fine."

"But snatching food from a dog, I..."

Feng Xi almost wanted to leave.

But the tempting aroma kept luring him, making him instinctively follow.

His body was honest.

"Snatching dog food does sound bad," he suddenly said, his eyes lighting up. "But, I can consider investigating... where this dog got the fruit it's carrying?"

Rubbing his fists and wiping his palms, Feng Xi made up his mind. His figure silently blended into the earth as he stealthily lurked and tracked.

Suddenly, he felt the running draft of a wolf stop.

Faintly, Feng Xi heard the sound of water, like a great river flowing.

He didn't pay it much mind... After moving from underground to a spot where he could easily strike, he leaped up instantly.

"Now's the time!"

"Yes, now." A gentle, deep voice sounded at the same moment, with a hint of a smile.

Feng Xi only saw a stick flash before his eyes, and then...

He knew nothing more.