He Rundong's good fortune

As he listened to her, He Rundong kept a respectful expression, but inwardly he rolled his eyes.

What was all this talk of gratitude...

Did he not know the rotten things he had done?

He was lucky people had not cursed his children to be born without an anus.

He had been around too long to be taken in by a few pretty words.

"I understand what you mean, Immortal."

"It's just..."

He was about to make another excuse.

But in the next instant, the woman's voice sounded beside his ear again.

"I know it hasn't been easy for you."

"Peace Bank is a vast operation, with interest payments entangling every side. You've worked in the middle of it all these years, and Her Ladyship has not forgotten your efforts."

He Runhua froze.

The words came so suddenly that he could not tell what she meant. He hurriedly bowed. "It is my duty. I would not dare complain of hardship."

The woman raised a hand and spoke slowly. "Three Spirit Embryos."

"No more than that. Three prodigies with exceptional Root Bones, abundant vitality, and plenty of years left to live. Human or Demon Race, either will do. The more astonishing their talent, the better."

"If those three Spirit Embryos reach the Jade Pool before the deadline..."

She looked at him and said, word by word, "Her Ladyship will reserve you a seat at this year's Peach Banquet."

"..."

The room fell silent.

He Runhua sat rigid in his chair. His mind went blank, and he even forgot to breathe.

The Peach Banquet.

Held once every ten thousand years, with ten thousand immortals gathered together.

Only immortals of the sixth rank or above in the Heavenly Court were qualified to attend the feast at the Jade Pool.

And who was He