Turtle Prime Minister's Ambition

"I never expected Kunpeng to refine only eight hundred Demon Script characters."

To be honest, Taiyi was somewhat surprised by this result.

Thinking of the Three Thousand Great Daos characters created by Cangjie, the Literary Sage, a saying involuntarily surfaced in Taiyi's mind:

"Three thousand Great Daos, eight hundred side paths."

This saying was widely circulated among daoist sects in later generations.

He just did not know whether it had anything to do with the present.

But after thinking it over, Taiyi felt it was unlikely.

The events of later generations and the events of the present were entirely different matters.

If he had not intervened, neither Cangjie of the Human Race nor Kunpeng of the Demon Clan would have done such a thing.

"Damn it!"

"That plague-ridden feathered bastard Kunpeng actually received more Heavenly Dao Merit from creating Demon Script than our Immortal Race received from Immortal Script!"

Within the Purple Palace Immortal Court.

Duke of the East gazed at the dense golden light of merit surrounding Kunpeng, his face full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

He had thought that, as the second to take a bite of the crab, after establishing Immortal Dao script, even if he could not obtain the greatest merit reward, he would at least seize second place before anyone else.

But who could have imagined it!

A non-Sage like Kunpeng, who had already been swept into some forgotten corner, could actually create Demon Script anew!

That alone would have been one thing.

What was damnable was that the Heavenly Dao Merit this feathered bastard received was visibly greater than that of their Purple Palace Immortal Court.

How could Duke of the East, who had already become a Sage, bear this?

"Where is Turtle Prime Minister?"

"Your Majesty, this old servant is here!"

At Duke