The Yellow Lion Spirit had no idea what was happening. In his bewilderment, the Ox-Head Ghost Official shoved a document into his hands, with something written on it about the Netherworld's 1,735th Ghost-Catching Competition, third class.
Ever since arriving in Wrongful Death City, he had spent every day squatting in a corner, staring blankly.
He had never even encountered a wandering ghost. When had he ever taken part in some ghost-catching competition?
"Sir, I took part?" the Yellow Lion Spirit asked, looking utterly confused.
"Ahem!" The Ox-Head Ghost Official coughed twice, glanced around, then leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Yellow Lion! What's wrong with your memory? You took part! Not only that, you performed heroically. You earned that third-class distinction fair and square!"
"I really took part?" The Yellow Lion Spirit blinked.
"You did!" the ghost official assured him again, then abruptly changed the subject. "All right, all right, that's not important. See the road ahead? Keep walking straight ahead, and don't look back!"
"Off you go!"
"Hey, what's going on?!" Before the Yellow Lion Spirit could react, the ghost official pushed him into the magic array. A beam of golden light descended from above, enveloping him.
When the little demon opened his eyes again, he found himself standing bewilderedly on a cloud road in the Heavenly Court, dressed in brand-new azure Immortal Official Garments, with a waist badge engraved with the word "Censorate" hanging at his waist.
The Yellow Lion Spirit looked up and saw his God-Grandfather, the Nine-Headed Lion, laughing and chatting with a handsome immortal official.
He rubbed his eyes, then sensed the aura within his body.
The Heavenly Immortal realm?
His official position was tiny, no bigger than a sesame seed or mung bean. In a Heavenly Court filled with gods and Buddhas, he could