Chapter 123 The 123rd day of the Skull Mountain God making a game...
Once you enter the Heavenly Court, you can never leave, and your life and death are entirely controlled by the Heavenly Emperor and the Queen Mother. This single rule alone would kill any aspirations of talented and well-connected cultivators from the primordial world.
After all, everyone is cultivating freely and standing properly, so who would want to kneel down and be a dog for the Heavenly Court?
Is that all the merit and virtue that comes from offering incense and paper money?
Haotian had not noticed this regulation before, but now that Yuanyi had pointed it out, his face turned ashen, clearly indicating that he had also thought of this.
However, he still tried to justify himself: "It's not that bad. There are still suitable candidates among the disciples of Senior Brother Tongtian..." Anyway, those little demons can only cultivate to this level. Coming to his Heavenly Court, they can actually advance further with the blessing of Heavenly Dao merit.
A business that guarantees profits will definitely attract some people.
Yuan Yi countered, "So, is this the kind of minister Your Majesty only wants?"
We certainly can't just accept such a subject; the vast Heavenly Court naturally needs a constant stream of talented individuals.
Seeing Haotian's expression shift slightly, Yuan Yi softened his tone accordingly: "It's not just that; this is also for the sake of the Heavenly Court's development."
"After all, it would be too hasty to appoint Heavenly Court officials in one go. These Heavenly Officials should be encouraged to be mindful of potential dangers and make contributions to the Heavenly Court. In this way, Your Majesty can select more suitable ministers in the second selection."
Yuan Yi's words struck a chord with Hao Tian, showing such empathy and consideration for him, and the proposed solution was indeed feasible.
As expected of Fellow Daoist Yuan Yi, you always manage to offer such constructive suggestions.
"But if the lives and fortunes of our subjects are not in the hands of the Heavenly Court, what will we do if they disobey orders in the future?" Haotian still had doubts. After all, his relationship with Yaochi was not one of real fighting like that of Dijun, but rather one of divine decree.
Before this, he and Yaochi were virtually unknown in the prehistoric world. If he couldn't control the lives and deaths of his subjects, and if they obeyed orders but not summons, what was the point of being the Heavenly Emperor? He would just be a commander without any real power.
Yuan Yi pointed to the newly built Tushita Palace and two other palaces in the Heavenly Court: "Several saints will also be required to take up their posts in the Heavenly Court soon. Will Your Majesty treat them all equally?"
Haotian shook his head decisively. Had he gone mad? Did he want to take the lives of these senior brothers who were saints?
"If these disciples of yours commit offenses while serving in the Heavenly Dao in the future, will Your Majesty take their lives?"
Haotian: "This... depends on the nature of the offense. Just follow the Heavenly Rules. How could such a serious offense have been committed for no reason?"
Haotian stammered, but he already knew in his heart that he would not take the lives of the disciples of his senior brothers who were saints; at most, he would leave them to be disciplined by his senior brothers.
Such strict control over one's life and property only earns a good-sounding title. This good-sounding title can't put food on the table; in fact, it hinders the Heavenly Court from recruiting talented individuals. This time, Haotian truly took it to heart.
“If rewards and punishments are to be given in accordance with the Heavenly Rules, then why cut off the Heavenly Officials’ path of cultivation and their right to life and death? It will do more harm than good to the Heavenly Court. I urge Your Majesties to reconsider.” Yuan Yi bowed deeply, his expression full of loyalty and without a trace of selfishness.
His words were all based on the current needs of the Heavenly Court, and were reasonable and well-founded. With such a loyal minister and such advice, how could they not be moved?
Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a glance and nodded in unison, using the authority of the Heavenly Emperor and Empress to remove this inconspicuous clause from among the tens of thousands of regulations.
From this day forward, celestial official positions will be rotated every ten thousand years, filled by the most capable.
Upon hearing this voice, Yuan Yi felt relieved, and a hint of joy appeared on her face.
"Your Majesty is wise. In that case, I will return to Wuzhuang Temple to arrange the game's release."
"Alright, then I'll leave the rest of this matter to you, fellow Daoist."
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This is a huge undertaking, but fortunately, Yuan Yi had made plans long ago, and now all that's needed is to take out the previous promotional templates, modify them a bit, and continue using them.
Thus, viral propaganda swept across the entire prehistoric world.
[I'm already the mountain lord, come and see how far you can go!]
Don't laugh, I bet you'll never become a prefect!
I was originally a disciple of a great sect, but having suffered a devastating betrayal, I've made a comeback. Watch as I become the ruler of this land and slap the traitor in the face.
This person, Xiaomei, was kicked out of her home by her Daoist partner with her daughter. Amidst the snowstorm, she only has a dilapidated hut. Please lend a hand and help her.
Players who were playing other games in a routine manner were first bombarded with in-game advertisements.
The phrase "[Click to play]" seems to possess some kind of magic, making the cultivators of the prehistoric world, who originally intended to finish their tasks or browse the forums and then leave, unable to resist clicking on the endlessly looping mini-game.
Escape parkour, building houses, dressing up, and many other mini-games that last for half an incense stick's time are played one after another.
Just when all the cultivators were engrossed in the game, playing from sunrise to sunset, they found that the game had abruptly ended, leaving only a small section at the end of the game with more content to come. Please look forward to "Lord of the Land".
Now, players who didn't usually pay much attention to new games have finally seen "Lord of One Land," a game co-published by Wuzhuang Temple and the Heavenly Court.
A search reveals numerous other advertisements for "Lord of the Land".
[High rank and great power, abundant benefits, the Heavenly Court is recruiting talents, awaiting your arrival]
Offering incense and performing virtuous deeds will bring you divine merit, and with guidance from renowned masters, you can take up a position in the Heavenly Court and enjoy a blissful life.
[Fellow players, it's true! After playing "Lord of the Land," my backaches and leg pains have disappeared, my cultivation level has skyrocketed, and even the Heavenly Court recognized my talent and sent me an invitation. I'm off to work in the Heavenly Court now.]
This overwhelming publicity campaign is unprecedented compared to previous games.
Yuan Yi also deliberately pinned the Heavenly Court's recruitment announcement to the top of the forum and in the game, fearing that everyone might not know enough about the various official positions and welfare system of the Heavenly Court.
Meanwhile, the little ginseng, who had been living a peaceful life for a long time, finally got a new job. He was working hard, leading his little demons to stir up trouble on the forum and promote the "civil service exam" in the prehistoric world.
Kong Xuan and Da Peng, under their master's arrangement, unusually put aside their teaching schedule at the Jie Sect and took the lead in experiencing "Lord of a Land". However, this time there was no fixed game strategy. Instead, they made job analysis and welfare comparison tables for each position.
The disciples of the Jie Sect, who had been forced into a life-or-death struggle by the two large birds, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Gongming even grabbed his black tiger and pounced on the ground.
The sky is so blue, the clouds are so white; it's so wonderful not having to go to class.
Zhao Gongming hugged his big black tiger, took a deep breath, and felt that his suffering had finally come to an end. He could finally live a good life where he didn't have to go to class and could do whatever he wanted.
However, this comfortable time did not last long. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Zhao Gongming, covered in grime and grass clippings, was pulled up by his three younger sisters.
He rubbed his eyes, intending to yawn and continue his attack, but then he saw a dusty, grimy stone stone following behind his sister.
Now Zhao Gongming had no choice but to pull himself together, pull Black Tiger up and sit down, and while brushing the grass off his body, he laughed and said, "Haha, Black Tiger is going through its molting period recently, so he likes to play with grass a bit. Look, I'm covered in grass."
Unfortunately, no one present was buying his act, and Bixiao looked at her silly brother with a rather complicated expression.
So Zhao Gongming's voice grew softer and softer until he could only shut his mouth in frustration, one hand stroking the big black tiger's head while the other hand was at a loss for what to do.
Finally, Yunxiao couldn't stand it anymore and brought up the important matter: "Brother, we've come here to ask you to accompany us to see what Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan posted..."
"Kong Xuan, what Kong Xuan? Didn't Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan say that classes are suspended for the next few days and she won't be back until next month? I haven't even written down the Daoist insights she assigned last time!" Upon hearing the name Kong Xuan, Zhao Gongming and Black Tiger reacted as if they had been stimulated, and the hair on their bodies stood on end.
The time before last, he and Black Tiger didn't do their homework, and it was a terrible feeling to be forced to answer verbally in front of their fellow disciples by Kong Xuan because they hadn't done it. This time, he was almost there, but after seeing Kong Xuan say that there was a holiday, Zhao Gongming forgot all about his homework.
Mentioning Kong Xuan now is like stepping on a black tiger's tail. Zhao Gongming was so frightened that he quickly pulled out his homework, which he didn't know where he had put it, from his sleeve. It would be better to do it first.
Seeing his brother's anxious and flustered state, and his pathetic behavior of not even listening to the end of the conversation, Qiongxiao's veins bulged. She stepped forward and gave both her brother and Black Tiger a slap, without holding back any force.
Fortunately, Zhao Gongming was thick-skinned and used to his second sister's strength. He also knew that he had lost his composure in his moment of panic.
At this moment, he could only smile wryly and scratch his head to make amends: "I understand, I will definitely finish my homework on time next time. It's just that this Taoist scripture is really obscure and difficult to understand. I've always only had brute strength and don't have the sharp minds of my sisters. Why don't you let me refer to your homework?"
Zhao Gongming rubbed his hands together, looking expectantly at his younger sister and Shi Ji behind them. His younger sister had always been an outstanding student in Kong Xuan's class. Although Shi Ji was not particularly outstanding, Kong Xuan had never mentioned that she hadn't finished her homework in all these classes.
They've built houses together and taken classes together, so it's only natural for them to look at each other's work and learn from each other.
It's definitely not that he had completely forgotten everything Kong Xuan taught in class when he lay down, and now he can't even remember what the homework is.
Bixiao was speechless at her brother's antics, and stood with her hands on her hips, ready to scold him awake. Fortunately, Yunxiao was there. She first stopped her two younger sisters from moving, and then skillfully recited a calming mantra for her brother.
Then he slowly said, "Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan's return date is uncertain, so there's no need for you to rush me with my homework, brother. Of course, you also don't need to look at our homework." Bi Xiao showed a disapproving look. Daoist insights and understandings are not something that can be easily borrowed.
Zhao Gongming was at a loss for words, looking around anxiously before finally muttering, "It's good that he's not coming back, it's good that he's not coming back."
“However, although Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan has not been teaching recently, he has not been without new plans.” Bi Xiao steered the conversation back to the main topic, “For example, the new posts that Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan has published on this forum.”
Upon hearing the arrangement, Zhao Ming was startled, fearing that Kong Xuan, unable to stay idle, had assigned them new homework.
I breathed a sigh of relief after finding out it was just a forum post; it was just a game, and games are never as difficult as going to class.
Since arriving at Biyou Island, he hadn't had a proper game in a long time. Now that Kong Xuan wasn't around, he was determined to have a blast.
"Let Junior Sister Shiji talk about this 'Lord of the Land'."
Bixiao turned to the side, revealing the unassuming Shiji behind her. Shiji's eyes were upturned and her brows showed barely suppressed excitement: "Reporting to my senior brothers and sisters, I am now the mountain god of Skull Mountain."
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Author's Note: Zhao Gongming: School's starting soon, what am I going to do if I haven't finished my homework?! Ugh, the teacher's on leave (liees down on the spot) [doge emoji]
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, little angels! [Fireworks][Fireworks]
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