A Small Matter Like Becoming an Official

Great Shang had far too many problems.

Three years after Li Jing's father-recognition incident.

Li Changshou's true body sat before the Alchemy Room, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and dressed in a loose, soft robe.

Though he still looked like a handsome young man in his twenties, he somehow gave off the air of an old uncle asking, "Ma what Mei?"

Getting used to retirement life in advance.

After Ling'e entered the Golden Immortal Realm, her periods of seclusion gradually became more frequent.

She had originally only wanted to muddle her way into becoming a Golden Immortal so that she could stay by her senior brother's side for a long time. Now, however, she was troubled by the sheer abundance of insights she had gained from cultivation.

It was always good to become stronger, and cultivation itself—especially when one was constantly breaking through—was a pleasurable thing.

Mm...

Lingzhu Zi, whose cultivation realm had previously been locked by the Heavenly Dao, had truly suffered miserably.

Over these three years, Li Changshou's true body had not left Lesser Qiong Peak.

His Paper Daoists had likewise moved only in secret. Aside from occasionally showing themselves in the Heavenly Court to steady the morale of its troops and officials, they had kept an extremely low profile.

He was also afraid someone might claim him as their father again.

The world had become rather tranquil, as though the great calamity had already passed.

The war in the Central Continent of Shen was gradually nearing its end. The immortal sects had lost thirty percent of their mountain gates, while more than half of their immortal experts had fallen.

For the Human race's overall strength, this was indeed a heavy blow.

Yet during the several centuries of war in the Central Continent of Shen, the Heavenly