My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 414 - 400: The Old Man

He constantly thought, continually dealing with affairs of Miao Chun Hall, fulfilling a leader’s duties.

Back in the day it was a sect practicing the martial disciplines of the Second World War, now it has turned into a cultivation sect, but still, most are at the fourth stage Dao Listener Realm.

Fu Qingjun was eating, as usual, he finished reviewing the documents, looked at Li Mo beside him, "Lately, things have been quite good."

"It’s just alright, Xiao Labba and Mr. Baiyu, both of them have earned quite some resources, which they’ll send to Miao Chun Hall, and they’ve relieved quite a bit of pressure on the front lines," Li Mo said.

Fu Qingjun nodded.

Ziying, Isaac, Bailong, and others are the mainstays of the entire civilization,

And their Miao Chun Hall acts as a secondary force, similar gangs like Miao Chun Hall are quite numerous actually.

Li Mo said, "However, I heard that the front line has been very complex lately, the Celestial Venerables have personally led an expedition to the outer regions of chaos, led by the Venerable of Creation to eradicate those Outer Celestial Demons, paving the way for the creation of a new universe... Xiao Labba and the others, have also gone out hunting several times, and reportedly had the fortune of seeing the Celestial Venerable’s Traveling Palace."

I’ve seen it as well.

As the scapegoat king, I was set up by those Celestial Venerables, when I went to the outer regions, I saw them there too.

Fu Qingjun smiled while eating.

"Hey, the leader, I’m just wondering what the new universe will look like after it’s created??" a burly man in the canteen spoke.

"It’s bound to be a paradise; the new universe will be free from disasters and become very livable."

"Right, right, we must believe in the Venerable of Creation!"

Everyone began discussing, as for the people of Miao Chun Hall, chatting about cosmic affairs was a popular post-meal topic.

The ancient myth of creating a universe now appeared before everyone, invoking great admiration.

"A paradise, perhaps so."

The crowd was clueless about the grand trends of the new universe, but Fu Qingjun understood perfectly; indeed it’s a paradise, but whose paradise remains unclear. Is it a paradise for all sentient beings, or just a back garden for the Celestial Venerables?

Li Mo added, "Oh, by the way, leader, the Ten Blades Association next door said they have a favor to ask of us."

"You handle it," Fu Qingjun didn’t mind.

Unlike Miao Chun Hall which had Fu Qingjun secretly looking after it, the Ten Blades Association had been declining terribly for years, their leader reportedly died during a mission, killed by demonic forces.

It’s worth noting that when Xiao Labba and Baiyu went out previously, if Fu Qingjun hadn’t intervened and dealt with the Mushroom Kingdom they encountered, their fate wouldn’t have been much better.

The heroes of Earth’s New Continent might seem insignificant in the vast universe, most of them are mere cannon fodder.

And this is under the circumstance where Fu Qingjun has enhanced the qualifications of Earthlings numerous times, integrating reincarnated souls from Earth to attain a Saint’s qualification, otherwise, they’d be completely unnoticed.

"Even now, with a Celestial Venerable-level master like Liu Luo helping, perhaps they’ll truly rise, but it might only be after the creation of the new universe?" Fu Qingjun seriously pondered, "Yet the civilization is just starting."

With the support of two Celestial Venerables Liu Luo and Jiaxia, the rise still won’t be quick.

Fu Qingjun checked the time as he finished his meal, "I also have to head up to see their Celestial Venerable hall meeting, to take the blame online."

Better to show up than not.

After all, it’s a community of interest, and I carry quite a few blames, buying time for them is also doable.

...

Click.

Fu Qingjun opened his eyes and found himself in the Celestial Venerable Hall of the Divine Demon Realm.

It was splendid all around, the palace magnificent, with many maidens from various races coming and going, serving tea and carrying water.

"Honored Celestial Venerable."

"Honored Celestial Venerable."

Women greeted him one after another.

Fu Qingjun nodded in acknowledgment, being a Celestial Venerable of life’s rules was truly convenient, other Celestial Venerables couldn’t easily hide their identities and come here.

Fu Qingjun walked around, observing everywhere, marveling at the luxury and opulence, waiting until it was almost time before entering the central hall.

Along the way, Fu Qingjun encountered an old man playing chess under a tree.

Followed by a young boy, looking serene, but on the opposite side of his board, there was no one, yet he played with great relish.

"Why not sit and play a game with me?" the old man suddenly said.

Fu Qingjun stopped and reflected back on memories in his mind, then suddenly spoke: "Venerable of Life and Death?"

A Celestial Venerable governing the rule of time, seemingly ancient.

"Would you like to play a game against an old man like me?" the old man chuckled.

"No need," Fu Qingjun calmly continued being the Second Celestial Venerable, quietly walking into the hall.

The old man and the young boy behind him remained unchanged in expression, continuing their game.

The boy spoke, "Your Highness, various Celestial Venerables are fighting outside, besieging the outer chaos demon lords, and those demon lords have all suddenly disappeared. The reason is bizarre, possibly indicating a universe-shaking event is forthcoming, and the Celestial Venerables are all alarmed. Today’s court is to discuss this matter. What do you think?"

"What do you think?" the old man kept playing chess.

"I think those demon lords know they can’t resurrect once dead this time, so they ran away."

The boy said, "But their collective disappearance suggests they coordinated with one another, acting in unison, which was premeditated. And with a fake Celestial Venerable among them, it’s natural to have internal leaks.... How they vanished without a trace, I’m not sure."

"Perhaps,"

The old man didn’t dwell on it, his expression tranquil, and suddenly sighed, "A new player has stepped onto the chessboard, this game I’ve played for tens of billions of years, sometimes boring enough to fall asleep. At last, an intriguing opponent has appeared."

This voice carried the desolation of eternity, "But when will this ever end?"

"You’ve mumbled those words billions of times whenever you feel bored," the boy said.

"No matter how long the loneliness, I can bear it, but I fear that those who walk onto the chessboard are not my true enemies, the true enemy lies on a higher chessboard, looking at me as I look at others, coldly watching from on high."

"I’m not afraid to win, not afraid to lose, not afraid to tire, always patiently tidying up the chessboard after each game, wanting just a definitive outcome."

The old man placed his chess piece down, "Yet that true enemy, whether it’s an object or a living being, I don’t know at all. It’s just coldly watching me, endlessly watching me, making me feel powerless and weak, unable to change anything, everyone is its child, everyone is its plaything."

"I still don’t understand," the boy said.

"Let’s head to court," the old man stood up, "Let us see the opponent of this era. Though he said he won’t play chess with me, his body speaks honestly, he’s already stepped onto the chessboard."