Xiao Ming had always been blessed with exceptional fortune. Whether it was cultivation, promotion, or solving cases, he could accomplish anything he set his mind to.
Even the culprit behind the massacre of his family had already been dealt with by him.
Yet even someone as lucky as he was had encountered two stumbling blocks.
The first was naturally the emperor he had never met, who had stolen the goddess he had spent years groveling before.
Of course, it was only Xiao Ming who thought he had never met Li Chen. In fact, the two had met more than once.
Neither Li Chen nor Xiao Ming knew the other's identity.
Since the emperor had stolen his goddess, and Xiao Ming was not yet capable of fighting him, he could only follow his master's advice: strive to become a powerful minister, then improve his strength and reduce the emperor to a figurehead.
With the emperor as his opponent, Xiao Ming could endure it. Even if he could not, there was nothing he could do for now.
But he could not tolerate the second one: Fang Qian, Clerk of the Secretariat in the Ministry of Personnel.
In the Imperial Capital, Xiao Ming and Fang Qian did not hold particularly high offices, but many officials knew them.
Both possessed extraordinary talent. Not only were their cultivation levels high, but their abilities were also astonishing. They were important officials in the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Personnel, and could even be called the future of those two ministries.
Their disputes were serious, and had erupted more than once. They had already become the focus of officials' idle chatter over tea, to the point that colleagues from other ministries would sometimes greet Xiao Ming as he passed by.
Fang Qian had recently grown