What's the Point?

It was better if he wasn't right in the head.

If he were clever, it would be much harder to dump the blame on him.

She then looked at the young monk to one side. Jiang Yuechu had always been somewhat curious about the little monk's identity.

"Are there monks under the Heavenly Court's rule?"

Hearing her idol take the initiative to ask, Purple Plume immediately perked up.

With a spur of the sword-light beneath her feet, she sped up a couple of steps and drew alongside Jiang Yuechu.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang may not know this, but although the Heavenly Court and the Sumeru Sect are like fire and water, across the vast lands of the Nine Provinces, there are still people who cultivate Buddhism."

"Who knew how many years ago, when the Heavenly Court first stabilized the Nine Provinces and laid down its rules, quite a few Buddhist factions saw the writing on the wall and willingly submitted to the Heavenly Court's control."

"These monks honor the Heavenly Court's incense-offering laws, pay tribute on time, and help the Heavenly Court pacify the people of their regions."

"The Heavenly Court was naturally happy to show magnanimity, so it allowed them to preserve their lineages. Some with profound cultivation even hold celestial posts in the Heavenly Court."

Purple Plume pointed at Kongming behind them. "Like the Tranquil Peace Temple this little bald donkey belongs to—it is one of the more renowned branches, a proper and legitimate subordinate of the Heavenly Court."

Jiang Yuechu nodded slightly.

So that was how it was.

It seemed not every bald head could be killed at will.

Still, she was not disappointed... this sort of income had never been part of her plans anyway. Usually, she only did it when the opportunity presented itself.

Her focus