A black-faced Daoist in blue robes and a white-faced Daoist in red robes stepped forward at Yin Jiao's introduction.
Black and White Impermanence?
Apparently not. Their tongues didn't look particularly long.
The two bowed together and spoke in unison. "This humble Daoist is Xiao Sheng (Cao Bao), an unaffiliated cultivator of Mount Wuyi. Greetings, Your Majesty."
For cultivators to address him as "Your Majesty" carried great significance.
Apart from the Dragon Tribe and Wen Zhong, no cultivator had ever acknowledged Zi Shou's title of "First Emperor of Shang."
Cultivation concerned itself with cause and effect. If they believed King Zhou unworthy of being the First Emperor, they would never address him as "Your Majesty." Once they did, it meant they sincerely submitted to him.
Upon hearing the names Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao, Zi Shou immediately realized who they were.
After all, their appearance was one of the few comic scenes in Romance of the Investiture of the Gods.
In a hundred-odd words and a poem, they completed the entire journey from their debut to their names entering the Investiture list-a veritable assembly line for throwing their lives away.
More memorable than the men themselves was their magic treasure. The Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin was a winged copper coin, reputed to knock down anything. It had once brought down Zhao Gongming's Sea-Calming Pearl and Dragon Binding Rope, and was hardly inferior to Kong Xuan's Five-Colored Divine Light.
These two were the original pay-to-win warriors, the pioneers of throwing money to decide heaven and earth.
Wait, the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin...
Zi Shou's eyes widened. Could it be...
Yin Jiao took the tray from Xiao Sheng and said, "Imperial Father, please take a look at this."
Then he unwrapped the red silk covering the tray.
Brilliant light blazed forth. A round object flapped