Golden-Armored Deity Measures Spiritual Roots with Divine Eyes, True Lord Su Yuan Fails to Notice and Becomes a Beast of Burden

[Brain storage area: all content in this book is fictional, and any coincidences are impossible! Furthermore, this book does not involve government officialdom; all content is a satire of corporate workplace culture!]

"Lord Su, I propose three toasts."

"The first toast is for fate."

"We all ascended from small thousand worlds and were fortunate enough to meet Lord Su. Working together on this Southern Heavenly Gate expansion project is nothing short of fate."

"It's all in the wine, I'll finish mine!"

Watching the man opposite him respectfully show the bottom of his cup,

Su Yuan also smiled and downed the immortal brew in his cup in one gulp.

The crowd cheered and applauded, the atmosphere growing increasingly lively.

The palace maids dancing in the center returned to their seats one after another.

For a time, both host and guests were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Su Yuan wore a look of triumphant satisfaction,

nibbling on the dragon liver served by a palace maid beside him,

while his mind was still calculating the details of tomorrow's completion inspection.

Multitasking was already second nature to someone at his level.

[Ascending to the Heavenly Court and grinding away in the Infrastructure Office for three thousand years, I, Su Yuan, have climbed from a project construction worker at the early Human Immortal stage to my current position as deputy project manager (in charge of operations), enjoying the treatment of a Celestial Immortal. I have finally become a grassroots cadre of the Heavenly Court Group. The hardships I've endured and the suffering I've borne along this journey are immeasurable.]

[Whether I can drop this "deputy" title and become a full-fledged leader at the Celestial Immortal level depends on tomorrow's completion inspection.]

[The envelope is already packed, thirty percent thicker than usual; the Growth Heavenly King should be satisfied.]

[I've also had the director of the General Affairs Office prepare the banners; I'll double-check them after the meal.]

[As for fruit, I've entrusted someone to buy a pair of three-thousand-year Peaches of Immortality; that should be enough.]

[Tomorrow, I'll have the project material supplier, the brother-in-law of the Growth Heavenly King, go to pick him up first, while I lead the team to wait at the site.]

[What should I say for the opening remarks?]

[Su Yuan of the Infrastructure Office, requesting an audience with the beloved Growth Heavenly King?]

[Respectful would be more appropriate: Su Yuan of the Infrastructure Office, requesting an audience with the respectful Growth Heavenly King!]

[Should I be so high-profile? Or should I just keep it simple and shake his hand?]

Just as he was hesitating, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Su Yuan's brows furrowed subconsciously, then slowly relaxed.

The person who entered was another member of the project team, Chief Engineer Wang He.

It was rumored that he had distant ties to Wang Lingguan, the chief guard of the Hall of Soaring Heavens, and he was quite arrogant about his talents.

He didn't get along well with Su Yuan on a daily basis, sometimes not even bothering to maintain a facade of politeness.

Chief Engineer Wang strode up to Su Yuan and grabbed him, intending to drag him outside.

"Lord Su, how can you still have the heart to eat, drink, and make merry here? Hurry out and take a look, we're in trouble!"

[You bastard, you never think of me when there's good news, but when there's trouble, you come to me to share the blame?]

Su Yuan sneered inwardly, though his face remained perfectly amiable.

"Don't rush, tell me slowly. Even if Mount Tai collapses before one's eyes, one should not change their expression..."

"The load-bearing pillar of the Southern Heavenly Gate has collapsed!"

Su Yuan's expression changed drastically.

"Damn it, quick, call a cloud to pick us up! Forget it! No time! Get on my flying sword!"

Su Yuan only hated that he couldn't teleport, pushing his flying sword to its limit as he raced toward the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Facing the gale, Su Yuan looked back and shouted at the chief engineer.

"Even if the Nine Heavens Profound Iron was replaced with common iron, it shouldn't have collapsed, right? Didn't you calculate the load-bearing capacity?"

"Lord Su, a monkey with a hairy face and a thunder-god mouth showed up, started fighting the Heavenly King at the Southern Heavenly Gate, and the two of them knocked our pillar down."

Screech—

Su Yuan slammed on the brakes of his flying sword.

Chief Engineer Wang was incredibly anxious, urging him repeatedly.

"Fly faster, Lord Su. If we go over now to cheer for the Heavenly King, we'll be able to get on his good side. Won't tomorrow's inspection be a sure thing?"

Wang He didn't know, but how could Su Yuan not?

Going over now wasn't cheering; it was clearly courting death.

This, for heaven's sake, was the Heavenly Court of the Journey to the West World!

Three thousand five hundred years ago, Su Yuan transmigrated from Blue Star to the world of cultivation.

Relying on a thick skin, a black heart, and a penchant for swindling, he had carved a bloody path through a cultivation world defined by the law of the jungle and treacherous hearts.

"I am the Heavenly Emperor, and I shall suppress all enemies!"

"You dare oppose me, Su Yuan? You have already chosen the path to death!"

"Fellow Daoist, this magic treasure of yours is fated to be with me!"

"Everyone, please come into my Human Emperor Banner for a chat!"

After five hundred years of cultivation, he swept across the Lesser Thousand World, eventually ascending to the Heavenly Court amidst the "joyous" send-off of his many "friends and family."

He became a legend.

On the day of his ascension, countless sect masters and elders wept with excitement, looking up to the heavens and shouting.

"Su Yuan is gone, the world is finally at peace!"

"Su Yuan is gone, the blue sky has finally returned!"

"That scoundrel buried my disciple in the ground and insisted he was a ginseng root."

"Be content; my master was locked in a dungeon by him for three hundred years, and he even came to collect a 'husbandry subsidy' from us regularly."

"Evil people will eventually be punished by the heavens!"

After ascending to the Heavenly Court, Su Yuan had expected to become a carefree immortal, but reality dealt him a heavy blow.

Amidst ten thousand rays of rosy light, Su Yuan appeared in the Celestial Realm.

He stared at the vertical sign with black characters on a white background—Ascension Registration Office.

There were golden-armored divine guards standing watch at the entrance, a portrait of the Heavenly Emperor hanging in the courtyard, and a wall below it dedicated to the Heavenly Emperor's quotes.

Su Yuan rubbed his eyes.

Is this right?

Shouldn't immortals be wandering the North Sea at dawn and the Cangwu Mountains at dusk?

What is going on here?

Why does it look just like the neighborhood office back in my hometown?

Did I ascend back to Earth?

But feeling the abundant immortal energy and the terrifying pressure radiating from the golden-armored guards, Su Yuan did not dare to be careless. He knocked on the courtyard gate.

"Hello, may I ask if those who have ascended are supposed to register here?"

Fortunately, the golden-armored guard had a decent attitude and squeezed out a smile.

"Pick up your Registration Immortal Record and Service Guide over here."

"The list of materials required for processing is here. You won't need to run back and forth; we are an 'efficient one-stop service' window."

"Fill out the form, then come over to test your spiritual roots."

Something is wrong. It's twelve points out of ten wrong.

Alarm bells rang in Su Yuan's mind.

The cultivation world has always been the law of the jungle. How could these two golden-armored guards be so amiable?

Are these two scoundrels trying to swindle me...

Before Su Yuan could react, the lead golden-armored guard had finished scanning him, slowly closed the vertical eye on his forehead, and began to fill out the form.

[Name: Su Yuan]

[Gender: Male]

[Political Status: Civilian]

[Bone Quality: Lowest Grade]

The other divine guard clicked his tongue in wonder.

"To reach ascension with such trashy bone quality, just how many spirit stones did you pile up?"

"Relax, don't overthink it. This is the Heavenly Court, under the feet of the Heavenly Emperor, a place that follows the law. Do you think this is the stinking lower realm?"

"As for where you'll be assigned, that depends on your spiritual roots."

"If you have water spiritual roots, you'll go to the Milky Way Navy; if you have metal spiritual roots, you'll go to the Forging Armory; fire spiritual roots get sent to the alchemy furnaces to watch the fire."

"As for lightning spiritual roots, well, you'd be set—you could go to the Thunder Bureau to oversee the heavenly tribulations."

Su Yuan stammered, not daring to make a sound, and continued to watch the text appear on the registration form.

[Spiritual Roots: Earth spiritual root, Wood spiritual root]

Wait a minute?

What kind of spiritual roots?

Su Yuan felt a vague, ominous premonition.

I hope it's to plant trees in the Peach Garden! I hope it's the Peach Garden, please don't let it be what I'm thinking!!

Su Yuan looked up at the two golden-armored deities, both of whom wore expressions of sympathetic, bitter smiles.

It's over!

Unfortunately, it was too late; the page of the immortal register transformed into a streak of golden light and shot straight toward Su Yuan.

Su Yuan cried out in silent misery.

He was instantly enveloped by the golden light. In a flash, a hair crown equipped with a protective formation appeared on his head, and he found himself clutching a blood-jade storage bucket, stumbling dazed and confused toward the Infrastructure Office.

This was truly:

The golden-armored deities measured his spirit roots with divine eyes,

While True Monarch Su Yuan, caught off guard, was reduced to a beast of burden.