The moment "there would be no next time" was spoken, all the gods were shocked. The Heavenly Dao's meaning was clear: accepting ordinary Demon Tribe members into management came with one major restriction—the managers had to be invested through the Investiture of the Gods!
Every Divine Office granted through the Investiture of the Gods was one radish per hole. It was not as if someone could promote whoever they wanted. This required personal effort. Hongjun adapted when circumstances changed, but within the bounds of principle, he struck like thunder.
Yes, do not underestimate Earth Gods, Mountain Gods, and Door Gods. Which one had not been righteous and upright in life? Which one had not been a good person? Which one had not been loyal and honorable? Joining the ranks of immortals was no joke. Without public virtue and without a fortuitous opportunity, how could one become immortal?
If they were not immortals, they could not become managers, much less civil servants in a new department. This was a complete cycle of Karma.
Hongjun first explained his reasons, fair and impartial, then slapped down hard. The Heavenly Dao was utterly just. Without a reasonable justification, he immediately rejected the Jade Emperor's proposal outright and warned that there would be no next time. He was basically saying that the Jade Emperor was already such a grown man, yet still acted without logic. What kind of Imperial Lord was he? Had he even forgotten the Heavenly Laws?
Hongjun's words sounded soft, but they concealed needles within cotton, landing a ruthless blow straight on the Jade Emperor's weak spot.
This time, Hongjun could not afford to worry about anything else. He had to stop the Jade Emperor's nonsense.
The Jade Emperor's expression darkened. Why was it so hard for him to show off? Qin