Rather than being the name of Yinglong's Seventh Generation Body, Jing Tianshou was more like a codename, an honorific title, or a divine name—similar to the titles of the thirty-six Heart Venerables of the Heavenly Demon Hall. It symbolized identity and status.
Based on the mythology Lu Bei was familiar with, Jing Tianshou, as the Head of Female Immortals, was equivalent in stature to the Queen Mother of the West.
But that was a huge corporation, where every shareholder was nobly born and extraordinary. Even a department manager would bear some top-tier title like True Lord, Great Emperor, or Immortal Venerable.
Still, being small had its advantages. A spread-out operation easily caught "big enterprise disease": bloated institutions with unclear responsibilities, complicated decision-making, internal conflicts that could not be coordinated, shareholders and boards each acting on their own, and severe internal friction.
Yinglong's little company excelled in administrative efficiency. One person made up the board, all the shareholders were family, decisions were clear, and goals were definite. Add in the 007-style willingness to die at one's post and the Phantom Society's work system, and greatness was sure to follow.
In short, Yinglong's company had boundless prospects.
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Wusi Heaven was a fine place. To Lu Bei... Xi, it was like a blissful Pure land. The fairies were shapely, well-proportioned, and graceful, each possessing the charm of plum, orchid, bamboo, or chrysanthemum. Their rivalry in beauty was truly easy on the eyes.
Over that single stretch of road, Lu Bei followed behind the female official and got lost a full eight times because his eyes were dazzled.
"Flowers in profusion gradually beguile the eyes; tender grass barely reaches the horse's hooves. What poetry, what poetry!"
After failing to get lost for the ninth time, Lu Bei was caught on