Playing Gods Takes Skill, Not Backing

Qin Fen's words subtly pointed at the Jade Emperor. Combined with the other's earlier actions, the Yellow Emperor was beside himself with rage, his eyes turning red as vicious thoughts filled his heart.

No wonder the Jade Emperor had been so nervous after the Natural Daoist appeared. And when the other party requested a private chat, the Jade Emperor had become even more uneasy. So this was the real issue. The Yellow Emperor's heart tightened, and his dissatisfaction with the Jade Emperor deepened. You bastard, you made it sound so nice back then, saying you'd help make a big problem small. This was how you were helping me?

Qin Fen stared blankly at the Yellow Emperor's inner thoughts. Your imagination is pretty impressive too, no less than Guanyin's. That was right—everything Qin Fen had said at the start was true. The Jade Emperor had indeed been quite active. He knew the Jade Emperor wanted benefits and wanted the Yellow Emperor to compromise. What he had said earlier had merely been meant to disgust the Jade Emperor. But what the hell were you imagining?

He had not even planned to slander the Jade Emperor yet. He had intended to first build rapport with the Yellow Emperor and close the distance between them. They would chat for a while, and only afterward would he lay out the Jade Emperor's sinister intentions, dividing the balance of power outside the hall. That way, he would seize the overall advantage and find it easier to help Cangjie.

The Jade Emperor had started this affair. Everything had originally been peaceful and pleasant, but that guy had gone looking for trouble. Given Chef Qin's nature, he certainly would not let him off easily. Framing him was not out of the question, but now? Damn, it seemed he