Mythology Management System

In order to keep Zhanlong Pavilion alive, Wei Zheng was desperate and retreated again and again.

However, Wei Zheng believed that all of this was worthwhile. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. He decided to get through this crisis first.

"Brother Fu Jiu, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you." Wei Zheng extended a hand.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you!" Fu Jiu smiled and extended his hand to shake Wei Zheng's hand.

The two foxes, one big and one small, "quickly" reached a deal. Wei Zheng didn't gain any advantage from Fu Jiu this time, or rather, he had already made a huge profit by getting Fu Jiu and the others to take action.

What followed was a long conversation, but these were things that Li Si was better at, so Fu Jiu handed the task over to Li Si, since he was the one with the most tricks up his sleeve.

Last time, Li Si tricked the Black Dragon so badly that he almost got himself killed. Wei Zheng still remembers Li Si vividly.

Birds of a feather flock together. When they first met, Wei Zheng felt that since Li Si could stay with Fu Jiu and Bai Qi, he must have some skills. Now it seems that this is indeed the case. Perhaps Li Si is the most terrifying of the three.

"Sect Leader Wei, according to the intelligence you provided, more than half of the forces gathered by the White Shark Gang were previously allies with you, is that right?" Li Si asked, putting down the intelligence in his hand.

“That’s right,” Wei Zheng said through gritted teeth.

"These opportunistic scoundrels fled to the White Shark Gang as soon as they saw things were going wrong, hoping to take the opportunity to destroy the Dragon Slayer Pavilion as well."

When the three powers were in a state of balance, those rats in the shadows didn't dare to make any rash moves. The reason was simple: both the Black Dragon Society and the Dragon Slayer Pavilion were at their peak, and no one was willing to take the risk.

The situation is different now. The Black Dragon Society has been destroyed by the Dragon Slayer Pavilion. Although the Dragon Slayer Pavilion was not seriously injured, it did lose some manpower. In addition, there have been false rumors circulating outside that Wei Zheng was seriously injured. Even if Wei Zheng wanted to refute them, he was powerless to do so.

Even if he jumped out now and told those people that he wasn't hurt, they wouldn't believe him.

Even if he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work, letting those people know that his strength hasn't diminished, they might still think he's just putting on a brave face.

"Don't get so agitated, Pavilion Master Wei."

"The world is bustling with activity, all for the sake of profit. To put it bluntly, it all boils down to the word 'profit.' No one will turn down money, so it's understandable that they do this."

"I know," Wei Zheng said in a muffled voice. Even though he understood the reasoning, he still felt uncomfortable.

This is like your girlfriend running off with a rich second-generation heir. Even if you know that what she did was a perfectly normal choice, you would still feel incredibly angry.

"Sect Leader Wei, don't let anger cloud your judgment. Although they are hostile to us now, no one has said that they will always be enemies in the future, right?"

"What do you mean?" Wei Zheng frowned, somewhat confused by Li Si's words, but he knew that this kid must have come up with some bad idea again.

Li Si chuckled sinisterly twice, then said coldly, "Even if they seem to outnumber us, it doesn't change the fact that they're just a rabble. As long as we secretly win over a group of them first, and then..."

Wei Zheng raised an eyebrow. What a vicious plan, but... he liked it!

Those people wronged him first, so don't blame him for being ruthless this time!

He fully agreed with Li Si's plan. Although this was extremely dangerous, it was also a rare opportunity. As long as these troublesome factors could be eliminated, there would be no more chaotic noises in Qingshui City, and the prestige of Zhanlong Pavilion could be raised by one level.

"Brother Li Si's move is truly brilliant; I am ashamed to admit my inferiority." Wei Zheng looked ashamed, but the smile in his eyes was undisguised.

"Not at all, it's beyond my expectations that Pavilion Master Wei would agree to such a plan."

"You're kidding me," Wei Zheng rolled his eyes. "If it were something you didn't expect, would you even have brought it up? Li Si dared to devise such a plan because he was certain Wei Zheng wouldn't refuse."

Li Si continued, "Having more people can be their advantage, but it can also be our advantage. As long as we grasp this point, defeating them will not be difficult."

Wei Zheng nodded approvingly, thinking to himself, "Where did Fu Jiu find such a freak? To be able to come up with such a solution in such a short time, even the most outstanding strategist in history couldn't do better."

“Alright, Brother Li Si is right. You can leave the rest to me and this River God brother.”

Wei Zheng wasn't surprised by the river god's name, assuming it was just a pseudonym or code. He thought back to the names of other people he'd encountered: One-Eyed, Shopkeeper, Black Dragon, Fat Fish, Prince Li...

Tsk tsk, they all seem more bizarre than the last, and with the addition of a river god, it all feels surprisingly natural.

Currently, it is very popular among cultivators to use code names instead of real names, or simply change their names altogether. A large part of the reason is to avoid getting involved with secret techniques and items that use real names to curse cultivators. Although these curses are rare, they are extremely strange. Once you get involved, you will either die or suffer severe burns.

Actually, his original name wasn't Wei Zheng. He changed his name after he awakened his memories of his previous life.

Similarly, Black Dragon's previous name wasn't Black Dragon, and as for his real name, they themselves had almost forgotten it.

He's been using this name for decades now, and if someone suddenly calls him by his old name, it feels like calling a complete stranger.

When the river god heard someone call his name, he slowly turned his head, his eyes still somewhat confused, like a homeless puppy.

Wei Zheng was speechless. After all, he was a fourth-level cultivator. Shouldn't he have some of the aura of a strong person?

Fu Jiu, who had been listening nearby, naturally knew what had happened and immediately explained the role the River God needed to play in the whole plan.

The River God nodded and said, "So you're going out with Pavilion Master Wei, right?"

Fu Jiu: "That's not wrong. This time, all you have to do is stand aside and intimidate people. Leave the rest to Wei Zheng."

Whether it's intimidation or threats, Wei Zheng is far more experienced than the River God in these matters, and Wei Zheng wouldn't be foolish enough to harm the River God. You can confidently send him out to carry out his mission.

"Understood." The river god replied and then continued to stare blankly at the ceiling.

He wasn't suffering from any mental illness, but rather he couldn't understand one thing—what was the difference between him and humans?

Humans can feel joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, so why can't he? Is it because of his physical structure? Or is it because he has lived for too long, so his emotions have become dulled?

He had pondered this question for many years, but had never been able to find a solution.

The tools made of gold and silver that were given to the woodcutters, fishermen, and woodcutters were not given because of a good mood, but simply because they were interesting. The emotions that should have been felt were still not there.

That's why he came here, hoping that this new world could give him answers.