The promotions at the Discipline Inspection Court stirred not the slightest ripple in the Heavenly Court.
After all, gods and Buddhas filled the heavens, immortals came and went, and how many had risen and fallen upon the Heavenly Court Stage?
Only those who laughed last were true immortals.
Among immortals, it all came down to saving face.
Broken bones were still bound by sinews; no one wanted to burn every bridge. Take the Martial Virtue Star Lord, for instance. His days had become unbearably stifling. A dignified Star Lord commanding vast armies, yet his only son, Wu Wen, had been imprisoned by the Censorate for ages.
The Star Lord swallowed his pride and sought out immortals everywhere to pull strings, hoping to bring his only son back to his mansion.
Unfortunately, though he had cultivated plenty of connections, the Discipline Inspection Court was riding high, and his wish remained unfulfilled.
With no other options left,
the Martial Virtue Star Lord could only send a trusted subordinate bearing lavish gifts to Ma Muzhi in secret.
Old Ma understood the ways of the Heavenly Court all too well.
How could he dare accept them?
When gods fought, little ghosts suffered.
Even though he had now advanced to Golden Immortal, he still dared not decide on his own. Clutching the unopened gift boxes, he scurried into the rear hall to report urgently to Chen Wei.
"Lord Chen, what do you think?"
Ma Muzhi wore a troubled expression as he pointed at the gift list on the table. "The Martial Virtue Star Lord has really spared no expense. The Immortal Official delivering them practically knelt in our office and kowtowed. Your subordinate truly cannot judge how to handle this, so I can only ask you to intervene."
Holding his Immortal Tea, Chen Wei considered