What?
Make her the Heavenly Emperor?
The Heavenly Emperor sounded impressive, but in reality, it was just a chief steward.
Managing heaven, earth, and immortals, working herself to death, only to be cursed by All Spirits.
Being the Sect Master of the Farm Teachings had already exhausted her. Her disciples had finally grown capable enough for her to rest a little more.
And now they wanted to give her a Heavenly Court too? Good grief, even beasts of burden were not worked this hard!
Su Miao cursed Zhunti in her heart.
She also knew Zhunti was not trying to harm her.
On the surface, Zhunti's words were a recommendation for her to become the Heavenly Emperor. In truth, he was posing Hongjun a difficult problem.
Did he dare make Su Miao the Heavenly Emperor?
Behind her stood the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, the Two Sages of the West, and the entire Farm Teachings.
If he chose her, the Heavenly Court would become a Branch Altar of the Farm Teachings.
Zhunti was using her as a weapon to force Hongjun to back down.
But as a junior, Su Miao could only sit obediently, her expression showing just the right amount of surprise and confusion.
Like a harmless little rabbit.
Hongjun's face darkened. Su Miao caught that change, and inwardly rejoiced.
If Hongjun was unhappy, she was happy.
But she celebrated too soon—
Hongjun's gaze settled on her, carrying even stronger scrutiny than before.
What Hongjun hated most was losing control.
He suppressed his anger, and all warmth vanished from his gaze.
"The ruler of the Heavenly Court is no trivial matter."
Zhunti smiled as he picked up the thread, his eyes taking on a touch of innocence at just the right moment.
"Precisely because it is no trivial matter, we must