My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Chapter 609 595: Emergence of the True Self, A Brand-New Identity

Fu Qingjun's plan gradually took shape in his mind,and it wasn't too complicated,

at present, the opponent seemed to have an overwhelming advantage,

however, although he was the protagonist of this great era, he was unprecedentedly cast as the greatest and most evil villain, spat upon by everyone!

This was something never seen before!

At the same time, in Fu Qingjun's view, this was also the opponent's biggest flaw.

"Benefits are relative, his identity as Celestial Venerable Wen Ce's senior was overlooked, perfectly hidden, almost reaching the pinnacle of the universe, yet because of this senior identity, he was regarded as a villain."

"With advantages come disadvantages."

"And I am going to exploit his disadvantages to scheme against him."

"As long as I can incite someone, even myself, to become the Venerable of Creation, as the young hero of the new era! Guide the people to overthrow his evil decay! Overthrow him, the Green Tea Celestial Venerable!"

Fu Qingjun indeed wanted to create momentum, make himself the protagonist of this great movement.

And this great movement is called: the momentum of people.

"Celestial Venerable Wen Ce leveraged the celestial momentum to become the protagonist of this great era, so I will counter with the people's momentum, perhaps this is the only chance of winning!"

"After all, in the vast history of the cosmos, the human heart is the most unpredictable; if I can utilize the power of the people's momentum, perhaps it can ultimately achieve 'man triumphs over heaven.'"

"I will sweep along the vast masses of the universe against his child of destiny, inducing them to continue casting him as the great villain, to the extent that all the powerful think that if they don't kill him, they themselves will certainly die!"

Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, feeling as if he was once again sitting down to play a match with his old foe, Celestial Venerable Wen Ce.

To this day, he still did not know that the Celestial Venerable Wen Ce he had faced was not genuine,

after all, he had clashed in secret with Celestial Venerable Wen Ce many times remotely, but in reality, they had only met a few times face-to-face, it was normal not to recognize him.

"It's as if the two of us have switched venues, swapped identities, and are playing the second round... It's like, earlier, he, Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, playing the black pieces, lost.... Now, they've switched the order, changed seats, and it's Fu Qingjun's turn to play as black pieces."

Thinking of this,

Fu Qingjun couldn't help but feel a bit excited,

two of the most powerful beings in the universe, standing above the river of time, overlooking endless epochs, with the universe itself as the board, and the great events of past and future as the pieces.

"If I can really manipulate the masses to attack Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, using the strength of numbers to crush the opponent, it might indeed be possible to defeat him!"

With this thought in mind, Fu Qingjun had already made his decision.

His mind suddenly calmed down, sitting back in the old room of Fu Qingjun at Miao Chun Hall drinking tea. Suddenly, an idea came to him and he couldn't help saying:

"Right, perhaps this is called..."

"Father relies on the momentum of the people."

After all, the entire universe's sentient beings were his dependents, using them to besiege Celestial Venerable Wen Ce fit perfectly with his intention...

Even though now most have detached, it was just a hollow title.

Yet similar scenes still emerged in his mind.

The segment of the Gourd Babies saving grandpa, isn't it a typical example of the father relying on the momentum of the people? With seven gourd babies under his command, whoever dared to confront him, there would be a large group of children shouting:

"Let go of my grandpa!"

"Let go of my grandpa!"

Fu Qingjun's thoughts were inexplicably unfocused, drifting far away.

Even he had to admit that perhaps he had aged, thinking about all sorts of irrelevant things unconsciously.

"However, although saying that, when it comes to detailed operation, I certainly need to take great risks."

Fu Qingjun frowned,

"Treating those heroic figures from the cosmic river as fools, certainly won't work... I must present solid evidence, convincing everyone, and even, I need to emerge once again as the Venerable of Creation!"

...

Fu Qingjun thought for a moment, then went downstairs,

"A critical element of my plan is the Little Trumpet."

"I can only utilize the preparatory measures I've left behind ahead of time."

"The prehistoric memory fragments of 'Immortal World Venerable Shi Sheng' I previously gave her, the hidden fallback, can be awakened just in time."

... On the other side.

Pa

Pa pa!

Little Trumpet returned to her room, carefree playing her suona loudly, very happy.

Although she watched the scene of Celestial Venerable Wen Ce being besieged for a bit, she didn't have much of a desire to delve into it, too lazy to think, just enjoying a simple life.

Little Trumpet's joy was that plain and unadorned.

"Sigh, after enjoying some good food, Little Trumpet wants to take a nap." Little Trumpet's routine was very regular.

After she fell asleep, she once again dreamed of some memory fragments, with the impression of herself as the first Immortal Master Shi Sheng in prehistory.

She even dreamed about a prehistoric scene, eating with Brother Fu in the cafeteria, where she too was running around the table playing her suona.

Besides this, there were other scattered fragments.

Crash!

Little Trumpet suddenly opened her eyes wide, murmuring: "I remembered some things about prehistory again? Wait, as the Immortal World Venerable back then, how could I have known Brother Fu? Were we just like now?"

She was dumbfounded.

Brother Fu, how was he with her in prehistory too, that was thirty-odd epochs ago, at the universe's inception, where she was the Immortal World Venerable, and how was Brother Fu also there?

She usually didn't think much, but now that it concerned Brother Fu, she couldn't help but engage her brain.

But no matter how she thought, she couldn't come up with any conclusions, after all, Fu Qingjun left her too few memories!

No matter how high the intellect, it's impossible to discern much from a single memory fragment.

In fact, Fu Qingjun only left behind this memory scene as a fallback.

Originally intending to use it as a last resort, in a life-and-death situation, when it was impossible for him to remain hidden behind the scenes, he would have to reveal his true identity and confront certain formidable adversaries by activating this fallback...

Giving himself a legitimate opportunity to appear.

Yet he hadn't expected that just two rounds into engaging the hero of the new era, he was compelled to prepare to reveal his true self and officially face the ordeal.

"Brother Fu, could it be that he was also some formidable figure in prehistory?"

Little Trumpet murmured, her face filled with excitement: "I knew it! Brother Fu and Little Trumpet make such a perfect couple, sweetly in the cafeteria every day, enjoying the simple life; we must've known each other in the past life!"

With that, Little Trumpet finally stopped thinking with her butt and began excitedly using her brain:

And how terrifying was her brain?

Inheriting all the legacies of the true Immortal World Venerable, wisdom that shone through the ages!

Who exactly is Brother Fu?

Obviously, he too lived in prehistory, smuggling into this future together with her,

but it's not just that she doesn't know Brother Fu's identity, with Fu's current state, he probably doesn't recognize Little Trumpet, otherwise, they would have already reunited!

"Brother Fu, who exactly is he? What connection does he have with Little Trumpet in past lives?"

"Little Trumpet can't remember the past, I only remember that Little Trumpet is the only influence, calling Brother Fu at that time by the name Imperial Tutor..."

Unable to figure it out within the time she had, she expanded her search range, combining all the information and clues from the universe, continuously calculating, searching for possible existences.

Suddenly, she thought of a vital point:

The mysterious Immortal Celestial Court Qing Jun, Imperial Tutor!

"The State Preceptor Qing Monarch, also called Qing Jun... and he also likes taking apprentices, enjoys eating, likes having others play suona for him... the same personality and hobbies!"

She completely figured it out.

"It's related to Qing Jun, the Imperial Tutor, I need to find him!" Little Trumpet thought, "Maybe I can uncover the mystery of my own origin."