At Huang San's words, Wen Ning's mouth turned down, as though he had just heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Why should you?"
He reached out and patted Huang San's big, furry head, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of disdain.
"You think becoming an immortal is easy? Sit in a temple, eat a couple of plates of offerings, listen to a few compliments, and that's it?"
Huang San shrank back under the pats, but he still refused to back down.
"W-well, what else is there? Those immortals in the temples don't look much stronger than me."
"You don't know shit."
Wen Ning cut him off without mercy.
"Do you know how I became an immortal?"
Huang San froze. His round eyes looked Wen Ning up and down, seemingly realizing something for the first time. Who exactly is this guy? He started beating me up the moment he arrived, and I couldn't even beat him.
Wen Ning gave a derisive laugh at Huang San's bewildered expression.
"Right. We've been talking all this time, and I haven't told you I'm an immortal yet, have I?"
Huang San's eyes flew wide open.
"Y-you're—"
"Enough with the stammering."
Wen Ning got up from Huang San's belly, dusted off his trousers, and looked down at the giant weasel curled into a ball.
"When I became an immortal, I had to pass a rigorous examination. Written tests, interviews, political background checks, tribulation trials—which of those didn't peel a layer of skin off me?
"The written test alone covered nine subjects: Heavenly Dao ethics, immortal law, general history of the Three Realms, fundamentals of spiritual energy application, regulations for managing mortal affairs, monster taxonomy, spell theory and practice, introduction to the law of karma, and the most disgusting one of all, professional ethics for Three