Working as an Immortal Official in the Heavenly Court

Fang Jian from Earth became an immortal official in the Heavenly Court. Not only does he have a golden finger, but the Jade Emperor also values him.

So do you think Fang Jian will pretend to ...

Chapter 189,/.

Fang Jian said, "Now is not a good time to launch an attack on the Western Continent. We need at least three years. After three years, the Tianshi Mansion will have the most basic strength to launch an attack on the Western Continent."

"Then...are we just going to do nothing now?" Liu Zhiyan asked.

Fang Jian smiled faintly and said, "No, although we cannot attack the Western Continent, we can send people there."

"Send someone?" Liu Zhiyan was stunned.

Fang Jian nodded and smiled, "Yes, are you sending an envoy from the Tianshi Mansion to establish the Kingdom of Bliss? Haha, with such a grand ceremony, how can our Tianshi Mansion not offer congratulations?"

Liu Zhiyan opened his mouth wide. He was full of doubts at the moment. The heretic demon wanted to establish the Kingdom of Bliss, and the Tianshi Mansion was sending envoys to congratulate him?

Liu Zhiyan really couldn't figure out what Fang Jian was planning, but out of trust and respect for Fang Jian, he believed that there must be a plan behind this.

...

A day later, an imperial decree from the highest authority center of Tianshi Mansion spread throughout the entire East Land.

This decree, which was stamped with the seal of Grand Heavenly Master Zhang Huan and personally issued by True Man Hong Qing, immediately attracted the attention of all the cultivators in the Heavenly Master's Mansion in the East Continent.

"We are now recruiting a disciple of exceptional courage, wit, and determination to represent the Heavenly Master's House on a mission to the Western Continent. Regardless of your level of cultivation, you are welcome to submit your application. This journey is extremely dangerous, with a high risk of death. Please consider carefully."

In Hongwu Prefecture, in Hongwu City, Ding Zhongyuan looked at the imperial edict in his hand with an extremely complicated expression.

"A mission to the Western Continent? Why would Master Hongqing do this?" Ding Zhongyuan muttered to himself with a troubled look on his face as he sat in the hall.

"Could it be that Master Hongqing wants to make peace with those external demons?" When Ding Zhongyuan thought of this, a surge of anger suddenly arose in his heart.

But she quickly became alert and immediately used her magic power to suppress her anger. Master Hongqing must have his reasons for doing so.

But when she thought of the deep blood feud between the Heretic Demon and the Tianshi Mansion, and now that the Tianshi Mansion was going to send envoys to the Western Continent, she always felt like there was a stone pressing on her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.

There were many people who were as puzzled as Ding Zhongyuan, including most of the disciples of Tianshi Mansion.

The hatred between the Tianshi Mansion and the heretic demons of the Western Land is as deep as the sea, and the two sides are fighting to the death.

Fang Jian's decree was truly incomprehensible to many people.

However, Fang Jian's prestige was there after all. Although everyone was puzzled, they still resolutely obeyed the decree and continued to send some self-recommended disciples to the Tianshi Mansion.

Five days after the imperial edict was issued, more than twenty people from all over the country came forward to recommend themselves and were sent to the main temple of the Tianshi Mansion.

Fang Jian personally examined the disciples who volunteered to go to the Western Continent.

Fang Jian's assessment was simple. He summoned these disciples into the Shangshan Hall, then used his magical power "Ruyi Huaxiang" to imitate the demonic power of the "Formless Demon" that he had killed. He used the demonic power of the Formless Demon to bewitch the souls and minds of these disciples without their knowledge.

But to Fang Jian's disappointment, none of these disciples could last more than a cup of tea.

Fortunately, this was just Fang Jian's imitation of the formless demon's power, and it would not cause any actual harm to them. So after these disciples failed, Fang Jian declared them unqualified and ordered them to withdraw.

In the next few days, disciples who recommended themselves continued to take the test, but none of them succeeded in the end.

Just when Fang Jianwei couldn't find a suitable person to go on a diplomatic mission to the Western Continent, the latest batch of self-recommended disciples were sent over.

But this time, there was only one person, and he was an old man whose cultivation level was only at the Void Refining Realm.

"Is he the only one here today?" Fang Jian asked.

The disciple who was in charge of sending the person replied, "Reporting to Master Hongqing, only Uncle Lu is here today."

"Okay, I understand. You go first." Fang Jian waved his hand.

"Disciple, I'll take my leave." The disciple bowed and then left the Shangshan Hall.

At this time, the old man in the Refining Void Realm stepped forward, bowed to Fang Jian and said, "Disciple Lu Zhongran, I pay my respects to Master Hongqing."

Fang Jian's eyes fixed, and he asked, "Are you from the Zhong generation?"

Lu Zhongran said, "Replying to Master Hongqing, that's right. It's just that my disciple's aptitude is not good. Now that I'm sixty-nine years old, I'm still only at the Void Refining Realm."

The Zhong generation refers to the same generation as Wang Zhonghu, Ding Zhongyuan and others.

"You volunteered to go on a diplomatic mission to the Western Continent?" Fang Jian asked.

Lawrence Lu nodded and said, “Yes, please help me, Master Hongqing.”

Fang Jian stared at Lawrence Lu for a moment and said, "I see a desire to die in you. Why?"

Lu Zhongran smiled calmly and said, "Master Hongqing, you don't know that since the Tianshi Mansion was trapped in the East Continent, few of the great Tianshi, the chief priests, and the disciples of each generation have lived past the age of fifty. I, Lu Zhongran, have lived to be sixty-nine years old, which is enough. Don't let the children go on this mission to the West Continent to die. Let me, an old man, go."

Fang Jian stared at Lu Zhongran for a moment, and Lu Zhongran raised his head and chest, looking at Fang Jian calmly.

Ten breaths later, Fang Jian nodded and said, "Okay, but you have to pass the test first."