As soon as the plane took off, Chen Hao hurriedly opened his phone, picked a handbag at random, and sent it to Princess Iron Fan. "Princess Iron Fan, this limited-edition handbag is worth ten thousand Daoist Merit Points, but I'm giving it to you for free. I guarantee it'll be the only one in the Heavenly Court until the Peach Banquet ends."
He had worried that the handbag wouldn't interest her. After all, the Heavenly Court had countless magical treasures. Even an ordinary Qiankun Bag could hold all sorts of things. In terms of practicality, this handbag was utterly useless.
Fortunately, a handbag's allure was just as devastating to immortal women as it was to mortal ones.
Princess Iron Fan was delighted when she received it. "Wonderful! Thank you so much, Fellow Immortal Little Charlatan. Leave teaching Red Boy a lesson to me. How do you think I should discipline him?"
Chen Hao thought for a moment, then suggested, "I think you should ground him for three days and nights. No phone, no TV. Just make him draw talismans. It'll train his concentration and temper his character. That'll do wonders for his future."
"No problem. I'll do exactly that."
When Princess Iron Fan immediately disappeared, Chen Hao could only shake his head and sigh inwardly. Kid, you can't blame me for being heartless. The world is a dangerous place. You'll understand all this when you grow up.
After setting Red Boy up, Chen Hao went looking for the other little terror. "Nezha, do you have any dragon corpses left?"
"Yeah, but not many," Nezha replied. "I've pretty much used them all up. Why? You want some?"
"That's right," Chen Hao said. "How about giving me all the ones you have left?"
Chen Hao had actually wanted to ask for the