The Principles of Farting

From the Four Pole War Gods returning to the Heavenly Court in defeat to report on their duties, to Lord Lu leading troops out through the South Heaven Gate and leaving the Heavenly Realm, less than the time it took an incense stick to burn had passed from start to finish. It could truly be called divine speed.

Even so, nearly ten days had passed in the mortal world.

The Six Monsters of Mei Mountain were no longer in their original territory. Cultivating into True Immortals and stepping into an entirely new world had not only greatly increased their strength, it had also greatly increased their confidence. But when it came to the Heavenly Court, they still did not dare ignore it.

Although the death of Great Emperor Gouchen had already greatly diminished the Heavenly Court's prestige throughout the Three Realms, those who understood knew that the Heavenly Court was the sort of place one should avoid provoking whenever possible.

"We've already been hiding for so long, and we haven't seen even half a shadow from the Heavenly Court come out. Do we still need to keep hiding?"

Inside the cave residence of a deep mountain, the Six Monsters sat around a stone table. Zhu Zizhen, his chest bared and his whole body packed with slabs of flesh, asked the question.

"We mustn't be careless. The Heavenly Court is not easy to provoke."

A white-robed scholar with a somewhat feminine face and a pair of vertical pupils in his eyes said in a low voice, "This time, we beat the Four Pole War Gods into that state. The Heavenly Court probably won't let the matter rest. They'll send more people to hunt us down."

He was that snake demon, Chang Hao.

"What's there to be afraid of? It's not like