Hong Huang: I Kept Offering Poisonous Plans! Hou Tu Urged Me to Calm Down

Chapter 22: Chu Xuan: I Have a Plan! The Gradually Tamed Hou Tu!

“The cushion!”

In an instant everyone understood; it all made sense!

At least, Fuxi felt he understood!

The cushion represented the sacred seat!

It had to be; it must be so!

Everything Chu Xuan said was completely logical and very plausible.

The most significant point, woven throughout the sermon, was the cushion that had been encountered during the very first lecture.

Back then, the teacher mentioned that the seating arrangement would be established from that day forward. At the time, Fuxi hadn’t paid much attention, but now…

What seating arrangement? That was clearly the seating for Saints!

Fuxi felt an overwhelming sense of regret in that moment.

He regretted not sitting on a cushion back then.

Six cushions meant six sacred seats!

Fuxi became dazed and lost his composure. He instinctively glanced at his younger sister. No matter how good their bond had been in the past, it was hard to avoid a twinge of jealousy at that moment.

On the other hand, Hou Tu was relatively unfazed. Because the Wu race lacked a primordial spirit, she realized during her first lecture that there was nothing to gain. Even if she obtained a cushion, she likely wouldn’t be able to become a Saint.

But Fuxi truly found it difficult to calm down. Nuwa also appeared somewhat dazed and awkwardly met her brother’s gaze. In the end, Nuwa and Fuxi rushed in and then rushed out. The two deities were thrown into confusion by Chu Xuan’s words.

After they left, Hou Tu took a deep breath. She set up barriers around them and even activated the Pangu blood within her to conceal heavenly secrets, ensuring that even Saints would find it hard to pry into their matters for a while. She nervously asked, “Little brother, what you said earlier, was it to deceive them? Or is it true?”

Chu Xuan looked at the seemingly unsettled Hou Tu and smiled.

“Of course it’s true! The truth is enough to shake the hearts of great powers, isn’t it?”

Hou Tu’s heart trembled. It was not because of the sacred seats but because of her concern for the future of the Wu race.

With Chu Xuan’s earlier descriptions, Hou Tu finally realized that they, the Wu Ancestors, had been too naive. They had only thought themselves invincible, but now, the Quasi-Saint era, even the Saint era, was about to arrive!

The Twelve Ancestors of the Wu race were confident in achieving Quasi-Saint status, but what about becoming Saints?

It was incredibly difficult—extremely challenging!

Six cushions, would there be six Saints in the future?!!!

Hou Tu felt a mix of bitterness and fear.

Suddenly, as if she recalled something, her gaze quickly turned to Chu Xuan, unable to help but ask with hope, “Were you referring to this when you spoke of matters concerning the life and death of the Wu race?”

Chu Xuan, upon hearing her question, responded with something unrelated.

“Sister Hou Tu, I have a plan! I don’t know if it’s appropriate to tell you!”

The familiar opening and topic.

I have a plan!

It instantly made the Wu Ancestor Hou Tu’s heart shudder.

She couldn’t help but recall the two previous vicious schemes. One had already resulted in countless lives lost, but that was reluctantly for the sake of the Primordial Realm. The second was even worse, a truly indiscriminate scheme; fortunately, she had rejected it.

In the past, Hou Tu thought she would never need Chu Xuan’s schemes again. But at this moment, facing the possible arrival of the Quasi-Saint era, even the Saint era…

Hou Tu wavered!

As expected, for the sake of the Wu race, Hou Tu ultimately let go of her stubbornness.

And she held onto a glimmer of hope, perhaps not all of Chu Xuan’s plans were vicious schemes! However, her hope was destined to be unfulfilled.

In order to gain, how could one not harm others? Suffering would only lead to more suffering; to surpass others, one must make sacrifices.

Chu Xuan then looked at Hou Tu, who was gradually yielding and revealed his plan.

“I have a plan! It’s called, the one who determines the sacred seats will disrupt the world! Every Da Luo Golden Immortal must be drawn into this trap! Although the cushions are set, there’s still a glimmer of hope in the Heavenly Dao! The cushions have been determined, but the sacred seats are not necessarily fixed! Back then, even on the six cushions, neither Zhun Ti nor Jie Yin directly sat on their cushions! Instead, it was easily switched to Kunpeng and Hongyu. If everything were normal, it would merely be a seat, but now that we know this matter concerns the sacred seats, if it’s spread, what do you think will happen in this world? How will the three thousand guests of the Zixiao Palace react?”

Chu Xuan spoke casually, presenting yet another scheme.

Hou Tu didn’t know where he had gathered so many details from.

But at that moment, she felt a wave of foreboding.

How else could it go? It would inevitably lead to conflict, it would surely incite schemes, a storm of blood, and chaos.

That was the sacred seat; who would be willing to give it up? Who could remain rational?

Even if it were just a slim chance, even if everyone knew that there was no evidence for Chu Xuan’s words, it would still provoke madness.

If it weren’t for the certainty that the Twelve Ancestors of the Wu race had gained nothing during the sermon, even the Wu Ancestors might have been tempted.

“Usurpation, warfare, scheming, the dities will certainly descend into chaos and open the dark forest! The dities don’t trust one another and will inevitably fight for the cushions. As long as the Dao Ancestor hasn’t made it clear that the cushions are sacred seats, then it’s merely a cushion! It doesn’t offend the Dao Ancestor’s bottom line! But just for that one cushion, it would lead to divine warfare and chaos in the world. This is an open scheme! Even if the Quasi-Saint era arrives, even if the Saint era descends, many Quasi-Saints and Saints will only hold mutual hatred, allowing our Wu race to navigate within! Don’t forget, sister Hou Tu, besides the sacred seats established by the Dao Ancestor, there is another legend in this world! The ruler of heaven and earth is the Saint! When the sacred seats are firmly established, the dities will know that the Saint realm is allowed to exist by the Dao Ancestor, but they will find themselves without a way forward. At that time, our Wu race is exclusive, while the Yao race embraces all. Who do you think these great masters will choose? Only by creating discord first and by inciting conflict among the dities, can our Wu race have a better future! Because the Wu race is not greedy for sacred seats, we could become the most suitable partners for cooperation! I am doing this for the Wu race, sister Hou Tu!”

Chu Xuan smiled at the Hou Tu before him, as if waiting for her choice.

Hou Tu was shocked and horrified by the future Chu Xuan painted. With her wisdom, she naturally deduced that once this plan was implemented, it would lead to blood and chaos. But she also began to perceive the despair of the great powers joining the Yao race.

In the past, the dities hadn’t realized they could become Saints, or perhaps they didn’t dare to explore under the pressure of the Dao Ancestor.

But if they really could become Saints, one could imagine the madness of those dities. The dities joining the Yao race seemed almost inevitable—perhaps not all, but at least a portion.

The Wu race’s advantage in high-level combat power would be lost.

Now, the solution to this matter lay right in front of her.

Hou Tu’s choice…

For the future of the Wu race, she naturally agreed!

However, after agreeing, Hou Tu felt something was off. Because this time, accepting Chu Xuan’s plan was not as difficult as before; even though she knew what lay ahead would be a storm of blood and chaos!

“Perhaps it’s because this only involves the three thousand guests of the Zixiao Palace aspiring to become Saints!”

Hou Tu subconsciously overlooked the reality of the Primordial Realm’s strength and the chaos among the dities, which might be no less than the chaos of Heavenly Tribulations.nHou Tu was gradually becoming influenced by Chu Xuan.

After her agreement, Hou Tu instinctively asked Chu Xuan what to do next.

“What should be done?”

“Aren’t I already doing it?” Chu Xuan smiled.

Hou Tu suddenly realized and thought of Nuwa and Fuxi leaving earlier. She couldn’t help but smile wryly.

It turned out there had never been a real choice; he had already made a move. Indeed, now he was also a Wu Ancestor and naturally possessed the right to decide for himself.

Their earlier discussions were merely a sign of respect towards her.

At that moment, Hou Tu suddenly realized, or rather began to genuinely see Chu Xuan as a comrade, rather than just a junior who needed care.

Chu Xuan noticed that Hou Tu seemed a bit dazed and thought he had hurt her feelings by acting unilaterally, so he offered her some suggestions.

“Of course, to prevent things from leaking too slowly, sister Hou Tu, you could also find some familiar individuals to subtly spread the word as a double insurance!”

Hearing Chu Xuan’s words, Hou Tu understood he was considering her feelings, and warmth spread through her heart. With her shifting mindset, she couldn’t help but point out the potential risks.

“This matter still carries a certain risk, doesn’t it? What if the Dao Ancestor intervenes to stop us? How could he allow us to provoke chaos in the Primordial Realm by stirring up trouble over a mere cushion?”

However, Chu Xuan simply smiled and explained, “Who said the cushion is a Saint’s position? As long as the Dao Ancestor hasn’t spoken, it’s still just a cushion! Would the Dao Ancestor really suppress a dispute among the dities over a mat? That’s impossible unless he declares it a saint’s position. But doing so would only place him at a disadvantage. This is a ray of hope for the Heavenly Dap!”

Hou Tu’s heart shook, and she was completely convinced.