Tongtian, I Will Not Rest Until One of Us Is Dead!

Kunlun Mountain, Jade Pillar Peak.

"Uncle Shen Gongbao, we'll be relying on you from now on."

The speaker was a tall young man named Liu Yi, a disciple taken in by Chijingzi. "You're Grandmaster's most trusted man, and the one handling the Investiture of the Gods!"

Another disciple, Wei Hu, chimed in, "That's right, Uncle. When it comes time for the investiture, you have to save a few good positions for us. Preferably divine posts that are leisurely but still hold real power. Hehe..."

Shen Gongbao burst into laughter and drained the jade nectar in his cup. "Rest assured, nephews! I may not have many talents, but I can still get a word in when it comes to the Investiture of the Gods. The divine posts I arrange for you won't require you to report to the High Heaven Hall every day, and you certainly won't have to put up with Haotian's expression!"

Ever since Yuanshi had failed to seize Jiang Ziya, he could only keep Shen Gongbao firmly in his grasp. To that end, he had bestowed quite a few Spiritual Treasures upon him.

Liu Yi and Wei Hu exchanged glances, strange looks flashing through their eyes.

"Hehe, Master's move is truly brilliant. How could mere fur-covered beasts in armor possibly become our uncles? Keep dreaming."

Clearly, there was a secret between them, but Shen Gongbao failed to notice it.

"With Uncle's assurance, we can rest easy!"

Everyone hurriedly raised their cups again and continued flattering Shen Gongbao.

Chiting, seated in the corner, was in a gloomy mood.

Lately, he had constantly felt restless. Especially after hearing that Sect Master Tongtian had broken through to Hunyuan Grand Unity and caused havoc at Spirit Mountain, that unease had only grown stronger.

"Senior Brother Chiting, why aren't you drinking?" Shen Gongbao