A Saint's Little Padded Jacket, Visiting Daoist Grounds One by One

Zhao Gongming left Lesser Qiong Peak with the same furtive feeling as a thief slipping away after a successful heist.

Li Changshou gave him a hint: the Weak Universe Ruler was still an object of the Heavenly Court. Zhao Gongming could secretly study it, but he must not bring it out and use it directly against enemies.

Universe Ruler, Twenty-four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls...

Before the Alchemy Room, Li Changshou sat in a rocking chair and casually snapped his fingers. The low table and jade plates inside vanished, and he rose to place the half-finished jug of immortal brew into the bookcase.

Randeng's death had lingering repercussions.

Li Changshou's mind shifted among the Paper Daoists stationed everywhere, monitoring the direction of public opinion throughout the Primordial Five Continents and Three Thousand Worlds.

Although the Heavenly Court's authority had been granted by the Heavenly Dao and flowed from above downward, and the big mouths of all living beings only affected the Heavenly Court's reputation rather than its standing...

With the great calamity looming ahead, if the Heavenly Court could become stronger and more enlightened, reducing the resistance of the Dao Sect immortals who were to enter the tribulation, that would be excellent.

A faint rustling sounded beside his ear.

Li Changshou opened his left eye and saw a little fairy fiddling with her magical reclining chair, secretly edging up beside him. A faint smile touched his lips, and he continued with his work.

Ling'e quietly settled down, took out a scroll of scripture, and read it carefully. From time to time, she peeked at her senior brother, seemingly worried that she would be punished for being too lively at the immortal banquet earlier.

Has Senior Brother fallen asleep?

Ling'e wound a strand of black hair around her slender finger and sat there