Planting flags—one of the popular phrases from Li Changshou's previous life—was really just having a crow's beak.
Whenever one voiced confidence in accomplishing something, there would inevitably be a reversal, twists and turns, or a slap in the face afterward, making people laugh.
But that was really just a subjective impression. When something did deliver a slap in the face, it left an especially deep impression; the other matters that had not taken a sudden turn left fainter impressions. The logic was somewhat like "survivorship bias."
Li Changshou did not believe in such superstitions, so...
This time, his Merit Golden Body was definitely set!
The Water God had said it! Even if the Dao Ancestor himself came, even if Pangu revived! Then... they would still have to give him some face and let him condense it another day.
Honestly, ever since he had been forced to take over the Sea God Cult, counting his dealings with the Dragon Clan, ascending to the Heavenly Court, destroying Demon Destiny, and gathering merit step by step, he could be said to have done at least a tiny bit of good.
Of course, throughout the process of accumulating merit, he himself had been open and aboveboard. He had neither stolen nor robbed; he was merely a little black-hearted.
When playing tactics, it was unavoidable.
Finally! Today, he had finally reached this step!
Li Changshou had calculated that so long as he facilitated the Netherworld's reform and incorporated the Underworld Officialdom into the Heavenly Court's system, there would certainly be some surplus when he condensed his Merit Golden Body. He could omit part of the impure Incense Merit.
At this moment, Li Changshou had naturally secured...
Several contingencies.
On the basis of helping the Netherworld integrate into the Heavenly Court's system, he had also proposed