Golden Ao Island, Calamity Aversion Department.
When that remote registration application from Old Ancestor Minghe—especially the four blood-red characters, written with dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing, in the "Desired Position" field: [Heavenly Dao Saint]—was projected onto the Water Mirror at the center of the hall.
The air throughout the entire hall seemed to have been sucked dry by an invisible hand.
The muscles on Daoist Duobao's face twitched uncontrollably.
Zhao Gongming's knuckles had already turned white around the Sea-Calming Divine Pearls.
Even though they had witnessed all manner of earth-shaking antics from their junior brother, they still felt as if their Primordial Spirits had been viciously scoured by the boundless karmic force of the Netherworld Blood Sea.
Mad!
Old Ancestor Minghe had absolutely gone mad!
The seat of a Saint was ordained by the Heavenly Dao, founded upon Primordial Violet Qi—the most supreme fruition position in the Primordial World.
And he actually wanted to obtain it through "job seeking"?
He had even submitted his application to the Jie Sect's "talent center"?
"Junior Brother!"
Daoist Duobao finally could no longer maintain his composure. In a single stride, he rushed before Chen Changsheng, his voice suppressed like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"This... this is absolutely a trap! Minghe is clearly trying to roast our Jie Sect beneath the Heavenly Dao!"
"If we accept it, we will be openly challenging the majesty of the Heavenly Dao! If we refuse, we will offend this god of slaughter! This..."
Chen Changsheng raised his eyes and calmly regarded the anxious Daoist Duobao.
Rather than answering, he asked an unrelated question.
"Senior Brother Duobao, how much do you think we should charge as a Consulting Service Fee for a 'Saint-level' career planning report?"
Daoist Duobao froze.
"What... what service fee?"
"The position he applied