Whatever shady tricks Lu Beiwang planned to use to sort things out, Chen Wei had no say in them, nor did he want one.
The Heavenly Court's rules for handling assignments had always been simple: only the results mattered, not the process.
Since Lu Beiwang had thumped his chest so thunderously and made such grand promises in front of all those colleagues, he had to get this done-and do it beautifully, without leaving any loose ends.
A little-known fact about the Heavenly Court: never be too quick to boast before a high immortal.
If you could do it, you could do it. If you couldn't, you couldn't. Forcing yourself into the spotlight was the greatest taboo.
Many low-ranking immortal officials, newly promoted and eager to prove themselves, let the blood rush to their heads and dreamed of doing something huge for their superiors. But when the critical moment arrived, their skills fell short, and all they produced was a huge pile of crap.
Once they created a mess they couldn't clean up, the consequences were easy enough to imagine.
At best, they would be sent down to the Mortal Realm as loose immortals to make the rounds of the mortal world. At worst, they would endure eight or ten lifetimes of tribulation in the animal realm.
So, since Loach dared to take the job, he must have had some confidence. There was no need to worry.
Chen Wei offered a few brief words of encouragement, stepped onto an Auspicious Cloud, and leisurely headed home.
The Auspicious Cloud sped along.
The moment Chen Wei's feet touched the ground, a peal of clear, bubbling laughter reached his ears.
He looked up.
Chen Xiang's palm-sized true spirit was darting around the Back Garden. The little fellow clutched the Mountain-Splitting Axe tightly, chasing