Anyone who had ever been an immortal knew that only half of what came out of a fairy's mouth could be trusted.
Ah, Yang Chan was exactly like that.
She had promised him one hour to take care of business, leaving the other two hours for cuddling.
And what happened?
The little tyrant changed her mind at the last minute and clung to Chen Wei for two and a half hours. Fortunately, he had done his homework, and his divine abilities were strong and vigorous.
He passed the test.
Yang Chan was blissfully satisfied. Reclining against her pillow, her face blooming like peach blossoms and contentment filling her eyes, she finally let her lover leave on his errand, though she hated to part with him. When a female immortal whose power reached the heavens started acting coy, it was deadlier than the Heavenly Court's thunderfire tortures.
Still, once someone had accepted a favor, their hands were tied. His next errand would be much easier.
Chen Wei wasted no time and immediately flew toward the Thunderfire Hard-Labor Camp.
The Thunderfire Hard-Labor Camp was the prison Yang Jian used to hold serious offenders. Lightning and astral winds enveloped it year-round, and not even a blade of grass could grow within a hundred li.
Chen Wei had initially assumed that barging into such a heavily guarded place would at least require some arguing with the commander of the Grass-Headed Gods guarding the entrance. He might even have to produce Yang Chan's personal Command Token and play the fox borrowing the tiger's might.
Instead...
The moment he descended from his cloud, the two rows of Grass-Headed Gods guarding the gate all withdrew their spears in unison.
Questioning?
There was none.
Every one of them wore a beaming smile as they stepped aside, opening a