An Employment Letter for Cleaning Toilets? East King Duke's Fury, Three Immortal Island Emerges!

Above Purple Mansion Continent, the sky stretched clear for ten thousand miles, with a thousand auspicious vapors adorning the air—a scene of peace and prosperity where ten thousand immortals came to pay homage.

As the newly appointed Head of Male Immortals' personal domain, this place had gathered Loose Cultivators from all corners of the Primordial World who came seeking refuge. Though many came for the so-called orthodox title, or to find a sliver of shelter amid the storm of "economic sanctions," the surface-level prosperity still let East King Duke reclaim a shred of confidence. Today, he had deliberately donned an even more resplendent Nine Yang Emperor Robe, crowned with the Innate Purple Gold Crown, and seated himself on the White Jade Platform before the Purple Mansion Grand Hall, ready to deliver a speech on "unity against Western hegemony" to steady his followers' morale.

Just then.

From the edge of the sky came a clear, crisp crane cry tinged with arrogance. A Spirit Crane, pure white all over with a faint fiery red hue flickering between its feathers (a mutation from eating too much hotpot base), swaggered straight through the Mountain Protection Array of Purple Mansion Continent, which was famed to be as unbreakable as iron. In its beak, it carried a gleaming red invitation card radiating dense merit energy, ignoring the countless stunned or even intercepting gazes around it, and flew directly to hover above East King Duke's head.

"What... whose messenger is this?"

"Such audacity! Daring to circle above the Head of Male Immortals? Why didn't the Mountain Protection Array react?"

As the Loose Cultivators below murmured in confusion, the Spirit Crane rolled its eyes in an extremely human-like manner, then jerked its neck sharply. The invitation in its beak shot down like a golden brick from the heavens, whistling through the air, and slammed with pinpoint accuracy toward East King Duke's forehead.

East King Duke reacted swiftly. With a sweep of his sleeve, a surge of Pure Yang Magical Power rolled out, catching the invitation steadily. The moment it landed in his hand, the dense Primordial Unity Golden Essence Qi rushed at him, involuntarily smoothing the gloom from his face. Even the envelope itself was forged from Top-grade Spiritual Material.

"Hmph, it seems that Taiyuan is finally afraid."

East King Duke sneered inwardly, convinced this must be a letter of surrender from the West, or some gift list for atonement. After all, he had enacted a continent-wide blockade across the entire Primordial World. To display his authority, he tore open the envelope before the ten thousand immortals with supreme confidence and arrogance, announcing loudly, "Behold, everyone! Though that Western Taiyuan has some petty cunning, under the grand momentum of this Head of Male Immortals, he still has no choice but to bow his head..."

Before he could finish, his voice cut off abruptly, as if someone had suddenly strangled his throat.

Because he had clearly seen the two lines of bold, flamboyant script on the letter paper, dripping with mockery.

[Employment Letter]

[We hereby employ His Excellency East King Duke, Head of Male Immortals, as the Chief Executive of the "Purification Department" of Mount Sumeru, Western Sect (commonly known as Latrine Manager).]

[In light of Your Excellency's rich experience managing Purple Mansion Continent, and your exceptional skill at issuing orders and generating nonsense, you are specially granted full authority over the cleaning and odor purification of the Western latrines.]

[Generous benefits: Room and board included, daily special ration of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal-grade hotpot base residue, plus one bottle of "Low-grade Eight Treasures Merit Pool Water" to purify Your Excellency's scheming, filthy heart.]

[Additionally: Should Your Excellency be interested, please be sure to bring that Dragon Head Cane along, as it will serve admirably as a dung-stirring tool—putting the spiritual treasure to good use, living up to its name.]

Silence.

A deathly silence.

As East King Duke's hands trembled violently, the contents of the letter seemed to come alive. Every word transformed into a massive golden phantom, floating in midair, clearly visible to every cultivator present.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This was the so-called surrender letter?

This was nothing short of a blatant insult! A declaration of war, even!

Sending the Head of Male Immortals to clean toilets in the West? And using the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure bestowed by the Dao Ancestor as a dung stirrer?

This Taiyuan...

What a venomous tongue! Killing a man's spirit couldn't be more ruthless than this!

"Pfft—!!!"

East King Duke stared fixedly at the letter, his eyeballs instantly bloodshot. His once-dignified face cycled from green to red, then purple, and finally pitch black like ink. An uncontrollable surge of blood rushed straight to his crown. Unable to suppress the fury and shame burning within him, he opened his mouth and spat a jet of blood, staining the golden "Employment Letter" before him and even splattering onto his own Nine Yang Emperor Robe.

"Taiyuan! Western Taiyuan!!"

"This Seat will never rest until you are destroyed! If I do not avenge this humiliation, I, East King Duke, swear I will no longer be an immortal!!"

East King Duke roared to the heavens, his voice shaking the nine skies. The Dragon Head Cane in his hand slammed viciously into the ground, gouging an unfathomably deep pit into the indestructible White Jade Platform, with cracks spreading across the entire square.

His authority, in that instant, was utterly shattered.

The Loose Cultivators below watched the Head of Male Immortals—wild-eyed, blood at the corner of his mouth, utterly devoid of dignity—and the reverence in their eyes vanished instantly, replaced by doubt, contempt, and even gloating mockery.

If even a letter from the West could defeat him and make him spit blood, did this man think he could command the host of immortals?

Dream on!

Just as East King Duke's heart was overwhelmed with rage, his Dao Heart on the verge of collapse into demonic deviation—

From the far end of the Eastern Sea, that forbidden zone perpetually shrouded in chaotic mist, where even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals dared not tread lightly, three earth-shaking booms suddenly rang out.

Boom—Boom—Boom—

Then, three colossal, mist-wreathed island phantoms slowly emerged at the junction of sea and sky.

Penglai, Fangzhang, Yingzhou!

The Three Immortal Islands Overseas!

With the emergence of the three immortal islands, three beams of immortal light, obscure in aura yet equally vast and profound, seemed to traverse from the ancient ages, instantly dispelling the gloom over Purple Mansion Continent.

The immortal light descended, coalescing into three elders in archaic Dao robes with ancient, weathered faces.

At the lead was one in a Qingyun Dao Robe, holding a Jade Ruyi radiating dense vitality—Daoist Qingyun (Lord of Penglai Island), a Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, his aura deep as an abyss and vast as the sea.

To the left was one draped in a Crimson Cloud Robe, a Purple Gold Gourd hanging at his waist, his face sinister—Ancestor Chi Xia (Lord of Fangzhang Island), surrounded by eerie Red Mist.

To the right was one leaning on an Immortal Peach Wood Staff, kind-eyed yet with murky pupils—Elder Changchun (Lord of Yingzhou Island), seemingly amiable but exuding a chilling sensation like being stalked by a venomous snake.

The moment these three appeared, the pressure of ancient, reclusive mighty beings made everyone present struggle to breathe, their souls trembling.

"This... this is?"

East King Duke forcibly suppressed the surging blood in his body, staring at the three uninvited guests with eyes full of shock and doubt.

"This Humble One is Daoist Qingyun, Ancestor Chi Xia, and Elder Changchun—lords of the Three Immortal Islands Overseas."

Daoist Qingyun smiled faintly, his voice aged yet carrying an unyielding authority. "We have long lived in seclusion, but these days we sensed violent fluctuations in the fortune of the 'Head of Male Immortals,' fearing a great upheaval. Fellow Daoist East King Duke, appointed by the Dao Ancestor himself, we, as Eastern cultivators, have come specially to assist, to jointly repel foreign foes."

"Three Immortals Overseas? Peak Zenith?!"

East King Duke seemed to grasp a final lifeline, a flame of hope reigniting in his eyes.

So I still have fortune! So there are hidden experts who recognize my status!

These three were so powerful that even facing one of the Three Pure Ones, they could hold their own!

"Three fellow Daoists, your righteousness is great!"

East King Duke hastily straightened his robes, ignoring the blood still at the corner of his mouth, stepping forward to bow deeply with utmost humility. "This Seat is in dire need of talent. With the aid of you three, what great deed cannot be accomplished? What Western scoundrel cannot be vanquished?"

The three overseas immortals exchanged glances, each seeing the greed and calculation in the others' eyes.

They hadn't come for any sense of righteousness.

They had clearly seen that while East King Duke's fortune had plummeted to rock bottom, his title of "Head of Male Immortals" still remained—a piece of unguarded fat.

They wanted to use East King Duke's skin to enter the world, take a share, or even... usurp the nest and seize control of the entire Eastern Sea!

"Well said, well said."

Ancestor Chi Xia patted the gourd at his waist, grinning sinisterly. "Since Fellow Daoist East King Duke is so gracious, we shall not refuse. That Western Taiyuan has bullied you so—that is bullying all of us Eastern male immortals. If we do not avenge this, how can we face the Primordial World?"

East King Duke was overjoyed, immediately hosting a banquet, honoring the three as esteemed guests, even promising them positions second only to his own.

At the feast, cups clinked and toasts flowed.

Before East King Duke could calm down from the thrill of gaining such powerful allies, a shadow appeared like a ghost in the corner of the hall.

It was the double agent—Liuguang Daoist.

With a face full of "loyalty and risking death to scout the enemy camp," he knelt, raising a Jade Slip high with both hands.

"My lord, your subordinate has risked death to obtain the latest intelligence!"

"It is said that Empress Nuwa has a close relationship with Western Taiyuan, and that Taiyuan has even gifted her many treasures.

Furthermore, Empress Nuwa is currently in seclusion on an island off the coast of the Eastern Sea, seemingly comprehending the Dao of Creation, and is about to bring forth Immeasurable Merit!"

"Taiyuan has even declared that half of this merit belongs to him, and anyone who dares touch it is an enemy of the Western Lands!"

This was false information deliberately fed by Taiyuan through Liuguang Daoist.

The truth was that Nuwa was creating humans; the lie was that Taiyuan had not publicly claimed a share of the merit, and his strength was portrayed as entirely reliant on treasures.

"Merit?!"

At those words, the eyes of East King Duke and the three overseas immortals lit up simultaneously—like starving wolves spotting fresh meat.

Especially the three ancient recluses, stuck at Peak Zenith for countless years, unable to sever their corpses. What they lacked most was this heaven-sent merit that could break through bottlenecks, even lead to sainthood!

"Nuwa?"

A flicker of ruthlessness crossed East King Duke's eyes. He remembered how Nuwa had helped Taiyuan humiliate him outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

"Good! Heaven helps me!"

East King Duke slammed the table, crushing the Jade Slip to dust, a savage grin on his face like a demon crawling from hell.

"Since this merit has Taiyuan's share, then This Seat will snatch it away!"

"So what if it's Nuwa? She's just a woman, not yet a saint. How can she stand against four Peak Zeniths?"

Beside him, Daoist Qingyun stroked his beard with a light laugh, his greed no longer concealed. "Fellow Daoist East King Duke speaks truly. Since this is a great merit tied to the fortune of the Primordial World, and it's on the Eastern Sea—our own doorstep—how can we let an outsider monopolize it? As the orthodox of the East, it is only proper for us to go and 'assist.'"

"Assist? Hahaha!"

East King Duke laughed heartily, the gloom in his heart swept clean. "Well said! Assist! If she's wise, she'll share the merit with us; if she's not..."

He glanced at the three terrifyingly powerful figures beside him, his confidence surging.

"Then let her see the consequences of offending this Head of Male Immortals!"

"And let Taiyuan know that in the East, he can protect no one! Not even Nuwa!"