Di Xin looked at Shen Gongbao, his gaze stirring slightly.
"Why are you helping me?"
Shen Gongbao said:
"Because Poor Daoist is fated with Your Majesty."
"Because Poor Daoist cannot stand those rebels of Western Qi."
"Because Poor Daoist wishes to seek a future for himself within this Investiture of the Gods Tribulation."
Di Xin fell silent.
He looked at Shen Gongbao, at that sinister face that nonetheless revealed calculation.
Thoughts raced through his mind.
This man was no simple figure.
Though his cultivation was not high, his fortune was astonishingly dense.
And behind him stood the Chan Sect, stood Primordial Heavenly Venerate.
If he could be used...
Di Xin nodded.
"Good."
"I permit it."
"From today onwards, you will remain in Chaoge."
"Serve me."
Shen Gongbao kowtowed.
"Many thanks, Your Majesty."
With that, he rose and stood at the side of the hall.
After court was dismissed, Shen Gongbao stepped out of the Great Hall.
His blue-black Daoist robe fluttered faintly in the wind. His expression was sinister, his eyes flickering.
He raised his gaze toward the Sky Dome.
Purple Qi swirled in mist, golden light faintly appearing.
That was the fortune of the Jie Sect.
Compared with the Chan Sect, the Human Sect, and the Western Sect, it was stronger by more than ten thousandfold.
The corners of Shen Gongbao's mouth slowly curled into a smile.
The smile was faint, yet it carried the clarity of one who had seen through the affairs of the world.
"Jie Sect..."
he murmured in a low voice:
"Myriad Immortals Come to Court, Sages rising one after another."
"More than a dozen Sage-level Combat Powers."
"Even the Dao Ancestor suffered a loss."
"Even Primordial Heavenly Venerate lowered his head."
"The Jie Sect will lose the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation?"
"Only