In the blink of an eye, time had reached April.
There was only one month left until the May legislation date Fa Liuyuan had mentioned.
By now, Zhao Tianxing had also entered the Nascent Soul Realm, becoming a Nascent Soul-level Soul Cultivator.
As usual, with the Calculation Pool's assistance, he was handling a great deal of miscellaneous work for Zhang Yu.
After last month's evaluation, Zhang Yu's rank had risen once more, from Fifth Rank to Level 6. With a post-tax monthly income of sixty thousand Immortal Coins, he had become the genuine Vice President of the Management Committee, Minister of the Underworld Property Department, and concurrently the general manager of the Soul Cultivator Company—a position whose rank matched his authority.
As Zhang Yu's status rose ever higher, along with his growing fame, Zhao Tianxing, as his chief Soul Cultivator, had more and more garbage messages of every kind to process each day.
There were people asking Minister Zhang for sexual favors, seeking Dual Cultivation, asking for children, soliciting investments, discussing projects, impersonating others... and countless self-recommendations from all kinds of talent.
Zhao Tianxing secretly thought, Among the entire Old Days Graveyard, there must be at least five hundred thousand, if not a million, Soul Cultivators who want to take my place.
Zhao Tianxing knew that Zhang Yu was now like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss, soaring straight into the heavens. Anyone could sense it.
And for a Soul Cultivator, following a superior like that meant there was a considerable chance of advancing to the Refining Void Realm, the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, or even Ascension.
Thus, faced with all those self-recommendation messages from Soul Cultivators, Zhao Tianxing felt an intense sense of threat.
It made him work even harder while becoming more cautious, terrified of losing Zhang Yu's