For the next two months, Qin He remained in the Great Jing Imperial Palace.
He tried every trick: heavily flavored food, not washing his feet, even deliberately wearing smelly shoes.
But none of it worked. He cultivated the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Art; whatever he ate was refined into the purest energy.
No smell could linger at all.
After a while, Qin He put the matter aside.
Everything could wait until Moth Ancestor woke up. Qin He did not believe he would be utterly powerless before it.
No one was happier about Qin He staying than Marquis of Purple Robes.
With an immortal reborn into the world gracing them with his presence, the Great Jing Imperial Palace was honored beyond measure. Even the Myriad Demon Kingdom sent over a dozen waves of envoys in succession, offering every kind of fawning tribute.
With only the slightest hint from Marquis of Purple Robes, the Myriad Demon Kingdom ceded a full five thousand li of land.
And that was only one part of it. There were simply too many other benefits to count.
What could they do? The Great Jing Dynasty had been the first to publicly build an Immortal Green Ox Temple.
It had also been the first to oppose the Heaven Punishing Bureau for Green Ox Immortal. No matter who controlled the central government, at least in outsiders' eyes, that was how it appeared.
Immortal Green Ox had returned to Southern Jambudvipa and taken up residence in the Great Jing Imperial Palace.
With such favor and closeness, not only Southern Jambudvipa, but even the entire Abyss World had to give the Great Jing Dynasty some measure of respect.
Cultivation factions and sects of every kind came to the Great Jing Imperial Palace, asking to take imperial descendants as core disciples to cultivate, all