A Li was currently serving as a Ding Shen at the Loose Immortal Academy. A Ding Shen was a position that ranked only above a strongman. Above them were the Jia Shen, then the Directors of Merit, then the Academy Envoys, and at the very top, the Academy Judges.
The Academy Envoy was already a genuine Ninth Rank Righteous Immortal with an official post, while the Academy Judge held an official post as an Eighth Rank Righteous Immortal.
Xu Yi seemed to be a Ninth Rank Righteous Immortal too, but he was still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from becoming an Academy Envoy. Even if he went through the usual channels and greased palms, the Profound Yellow Essence required would take him a hundred years to save up at his current income—and that was assuming he found the right person to turn to.
Because it was so unrealistic, Du Shaoyi had never even considered angling for an official post as a Principal Ninth Rank Academy Envoy. Instead, he'd been thinking of ways to transfer to a city-level office, take an easy post, and become a Senior Official with real power. That wasn't out of the question.
"Fine, I'll stick with our little A Li for a while first."
Xu Yi didn't tell A Li about his current identity. The main reason was the intense longing in the boy's eyes—the hope that Xu Yi would stay on at the Loose Immortal Academy. If he told A Li who he was now, the little fellow might feel burdened.
And deep down, Xu Yi felt that starting at the Loose Immortal Academy might be a new way to break through his impasse.
His current position was awkward. He had a rank, but an official post was still far beyond his reach.