Grand Marshal of the Southern Campaign Jiang Ziya! Deng Taigong's cold stare: Where did this old man come from?

In a corridor.

A gray-haired old man pleaded earnestly.

Being part of the Directorate of Astronomy was comfortable enough, but the work was too idle. It left him far from making a name for himself in the Human Realm and earning the astonished admiration of his Saint teacher and senior brothers in the Chan Sect!!

He wanted to find an enlightened ruler.

But first, he had to show the full extent of his abilities.

Only after gaining some authority, status, and a voice could he find a place to build an Investiture Altar.

And then carry out the Investiture of the Gods!!

If he could not do that, how would he become an Immortal and break free from Destiny's shackles???

A name—he would make one for himself!

An Immortal—he would become one too!!

Di Xin silently watched Jiang Shang.

He knew Jiang Shang had taken the bait.

Yet he sighed and took a roundabout approach. "Forget it, my dear Minister Jiang."

"Your post at the Directorate of Astronomy is decent enough. At your age, you'd be better off settling down in Chaoge."

"If anyone treats you unfairly or makes you suffer, come straight to me. I'll stand up for you."

"But this matter..."

"I'd better keep worrying over it myself."

Di Xin sighed. Ignoring Jiang Shang's desperate pleas, he turned and left.

Several days passed.

Each day after court, Jiang Shang followed Di Xin. Each time he was caught, he begged bitterly.

After a few days,

Di Xin stopped dangling the bait and sighed. "My dear minister, this won't be easy. But if you succeed, you'll make a name that lasts through the ages. High office and a generous salary will be yours!"

"You might even be made a marquis or a minister."

"It isn't impossible!!!"

"It's just..."

"Just what?"