What did she mean, "it's not impossible"?
Master, you know your disciple. When I say "help me cultivate," it means more than what other people mean by "help me cultivate." Your disciple cultivates more deeply.
Xiang Yuan frowned at Queen Mother of the West. He knew she understood what he meant. Whenever there was nothing going on, he would use that line to needle her a couple of times. As long as Queen Mother of the West was unhappy, he was happy.
Never in a million years had he expected her to go along with it today.
Xiang Yuan was very self-aware. It was definitely impossible to bicker daily and somehow bicker his way into feelings. Queen Mother of the West saying this could only mean one thing: she wanted to pull off something big.
There was only one truth: the Three Pure Ones had made her unhappy, so she wanted to incite the Heavenly Emperor into rebelling and making the Three Pure Ones unhappy too.
Xiang Yuan never said it aloud, but he did harbor the tiniest bit of dissatisfaction toward the Three Pure Ones. Those three old fossils were graphics cards that had gained sentience—able to divine and calculate everything—making him step into every pitfall he possibly could along the way.
Later, they did not even bother putting on an act anymore. Right in front of him, they would pull out a pit, pat him on the shoulder, and offer encouragement.
Jump well, brother. The three of us think highly of you!
Being able to divine and calculate would have been one thing, but the key was that the three brothers knew a little martial arts and loved running dungeons as a team.
What Heavenly Emperor could withstand that kind of trial? He could only endure it!
Hearing