Chen Xiang wanted to become a Heavenly Soldier. In an ordinary immortal household, that would have been nothing more than a child speaking without restraint, forgotten after a night's sleep.
But at the Chen Residence, it became an official document, signed and sealed.
Yang Jian had always been a man of his word.
Since his nephew had the resolve to put down roots on the front lines, his uncle naturally had to do everything he could to fulfill that wish.
And he did not merely fulfill it-he acted fast.
The decision had only been made at the Chen Residence yesterday, yet early this morning, a recruitment notice appeared at the Heavenly Soldier camp outside the Heavenly Court's South Heaven Gate.
The South Heaven Gate Heavenly Soldier Camp oversaw patrols and defense along the Heavenly Court's perimeter.
Ordinarily, the Heavenly Court had enjoyed peace for so long, going tens of thousands of years without a proper war, that its Heavenly Soldier ranks were filled beyond capacity. Most days, not even a single vacancy could be scraped out.
Today, however, Heavenly General Sun, who was responsible for recruiting new soldiers, received an order handed down from above: he must, immediately, at once, open a round of recruitment before noon today.
Heavenly General Sun had spent seven or eight thousand years in the Heavenly Soldier camp. He was an old hand through and through.
One glance was all it took. Without asking so much as half a question, he understood immediately.
What did they mean by recruitment?
This was a hole dug for a particular radish.
It was the Heavenly Court. Those who knew, knew. Every few hundred years, a handful of peculiar recruitment slots with extremely vague requirements would inexplicably appear.
On the surface, the doors were thrown wide open to the