Seventy-two Divine Apertures!
Thirty-six Divine Apertures, but what were the other thirty-six?
How could this be?
He Pingsheng flew on, dazed.
"Young master, what's wrong?" White Wing asked. "How many did you open?"
Her face was full of curiosity and anticipation.
Now that she was He Pingsheng's servant, she considered his interests in everything. Her anticipation over how many Divine Apertures he had opened was even more intense than it would have been for her own.
He Pingsheng took a deep breath, glanced at White Wing, and said, "Not bad... thirty-something!"
"Holy... holy shit..."
Even the solemn-faced White Wing swore, then said, "Young master, young master, the Daoist Laws here have stabilized. I can fly now. You should ride on my back!"
"I'm faster!"
"All right!" He Pingsheng accepted without ceremony, stepping straight onto White Wing's back.
White Wing asked cautiously, "Master, thirty-something Divine Apertures... was... was it thirty-three?"
He Pingsheng said, "I suppose!"
He gave an ambiguous reply, merely brushing off the question.
Sometimes, he could not tell even his servants the truth.
After all, servants in the Divine Realm were a little different.
For example...
If He Pingsheng used a Death-Substitute Puppet and died, then once he was reborn, all these servants' Slave Marks would fall away.
He had to consider that factor.
"Master... thirty-three... hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss... heavens... this old servant has heard that anyone with thirty-three Divine Apertures will become a Titled Divine Emperor!"
"Young master, your future knows no bounds!"
He Pingsheng said, "Hehehe... once I become a Titled Divine Emperor, I'll make you a Divine Emperor for fun!"
"Thank you, young master! Thank you, young master!"
White Wing was overjoyed, and her wings beat with even greater force.
"But... young master..." Before long, White Wing said worriedly, "I've heard that all three thousand