Old Fox saw hope again. Though that hope was incredibly slim, and he had never heard of anyone being so easily invested as a god, he was still willing to try. He had no hope at all of surviving the tribulation on his own.
Even when he had been in his best condition, he felt that his chances of surviving the Thousand-Year Tribulation had not exceeded ten percent, much less now that he was seriously injured.
Now that his son-in-law had brought up investing him as a god, he saw hope of living again. He immediately ordered Hu Quan to set up an altar in the rear courtyard according to Jiang Hao's instructions, with incense, flowers, lamps, water, and fruit as the five offerings.
"Xinyue, prepare a set of Daoist robes for me," Jiang Hao said.
Hu Xinyue immediately went to make the arrangements.
Hu Merchant looked at Jiang Hao, both excited and uneasy. "Good son-in-law, can this really succeed?"
Jiang Hao truly had no confidence either. He was only giving it a try.
"The Heavenly Emperor governs Heaven, the Human Emperor governs Earth. Heaven invests heavenly gods, Earth invests earthly gods. The Human Emperor shepherds the realm on Heaven's behalf and may naturally invest gods in Heaven's stead. Those who have achieved success in Daoist cultivation may also submit memorials to seek an investiture. Whether it succeeds depends on Heaven's will."
Hu Merchant nodded and murmured, "Good son-in-law possesses purple qi and the fate of an emperor, and your cultivation has borne fruit as well. You already meet all those conditions."
Jiang Hao was slightly startled. "Father-in-law, how could you tell that I possess purple qi?"
Old Fox froze, realizing he had let something slip. He gave an awkward chuckle.
"Good son-in-law, you may not know this, but I