Wujie was furious; all his subordinates were useless.
Duan Lanqiu, whom he could rely on, had disappeared again. Thinking of this, Wujie felt a surge of frustration.
Wu Jie glanced at Yu Chuan and Yan Xi, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes. "A Jiu, is there something wrong with the children? Tell us, there are so many of us, we can definitely solve it."
In his view, either the children's spiritual vein talent was lacking because of this woman, or they were not Chongjiu's children.
Ha, last time I wanted to see his arm, now I'll let you experience what it's like to be caught in a dilemma.
Chong Jiu glanced at him and told Rong Jin to continue the process and not to waste time.
Seeing that he remained silent, Wujie became even more certain of his guess. "What, is there something you're having trouble saying?"
Chong Jiu glanced at him and said, "You seem quite anxious. What does it matter to you whether my child is included in the destiny tablet or not?"
"No matter the reason, with me here, who would dare to touch them?" After saying that, he let Rong Jin continue.
After the procedures were completed, Chongjiu announced that Yuchuan and Yanxi would be moving into the Chaos Palace.
As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.
Wujie was also stunned, and then his brows furrowed. "The Chaos Palace is the residence of the Supreme Beings. Why arrange for two children to live there?"
"The Chaos Palace is of extraordinary significance. It's already inappropriate for Senior Obsidian to have been living there all this time. How can we let these two children, who can't even get their life tablets, live there?"
"I am merely informing you, not seeking your opinions," Chong Jiu said coldly, looking at him.
"The Chaos Palace was left to me by my father and mother. I can do with it however I want."
"Obsidian is Father's guardian beast, so it's inappropriate for him to live there. Then who should live there?"
“That is where the Supreme Venerable resides. It should be reserved for the two future Supreme Venerables. It is not appropriate for anyone else to live there except the Supreme Venerable.” What Wujie cared about most was the solitary lotus inside.
Once they moved in, he had even less chance of taking away that solitary lotus.
Chong Jiu glared at him and said coldly, "Heh, the palace left by my parents was a palace they crafted themselves. Why should it be left to the future Supreme Being?"
"Everything left behind by the two Grand Venerables, whatever it may be, was passed down to me. Anyone who wants to covet it should first consider whether they have the ability." As he spoke, he looked around at the people in the hall.
The one present was not envious of what the two Venerable Ones had left behind.
What the two Venerable Ones left behind—wasn't it the finest among divine artifacts?
Even Fan Yin was envious, but he knew his limits; he would accept what was offered, but wouldn't force anyone to give it to him.
After looking around, Chongjiu returned to Wujie. "Even if Zhuzhao Youying is born, we'll have to wait until they return to their positions."
Before Wujie could say anything more, Chongjiu stared at him and coldly interrupted, "You said you could take good care of the Fushen Vine, which is why I entrusted it to you. But now it's died without explanation. Don't you owe me an explanation?"
They acted as if he didn't exist, and one by one they started scheming to take his things.
Without giving Wujie a chance to speak, Chongjiu continued, "The Fushen Fruit bears fruit once every hundred years, and it has been five or six hundred years now. Where have all the Fushen Fruits that have been produced in the last five or six hundred years gone?"
Wujie's expression immediately froze; of course he had used it.
Otherwise, how did he reach the Upper God Realm? He built it up by using the God-Soothing Fruit and evil cultivation techniques.
He didn't know why, but when others used the Spirit-Nourishing Fruit, there were no side effects and it would effectively improve their cultivation and bloodline constitution, it was completely different for him.
Others who took it experienced a genuine and effective increase in their cultivation, but for him, a problem arose.
It's like a wooden sword painted with gold; it looks flashy but impractical.
Although his cultivation level has improved, his actual strength is still far behind.
"Seven at a time, that's nearly forty over five or six hundred years. What about these Spirit-Soothing Fruits?" Chong Jiu looked forcefully at Wu Jie.
The others in the hall were also looking at him.
After all, the Spirit-Soothing Fruit is no ordinary thing; they have to put in a lot of effort to get even one, and only those with good achievements can be rewarded with one.
Since the God Emperor took over the God-Soothing Vine, there have been no more God-Soothing Fruits as rewards, and the accumulated amount is already quite astonishing.
Wujie naturally couldn't produce them. "Some time ago, the Fushen Vine suddenly withered, and the Fushen Fruit also strangely dried up. I discovered it too late and couldn't save a single one."
No one in the hall believed his excuse; they weren't fools.
The Fushen fruit has already been picked, so how could it wither and die along with the Fushen vine?
Fan Yin burst out laughing, "Does the God Emperor think we're all fools, lacking any basic common sense?"
"Even if the Fushen Vine turns to ash in an instant, the Fushen Fruit will not be affected."
"What, does the God Emperor intend to monopolize so many God-Soothing Fruits?"
"I can't control what happens to other people's true selves, but I must make sure I get my share every two hundred years."
"My little Shai'er is in great need of the Spirit-Nourishing Fruit right now, and I must get back my share no matter what."
The Cloud-Inlaid God Venerable beside him, resting his chin on his hand, said, "I also have two, please return them to me, God Emperor."
When the Fushen Vine was planted and bore fruit, the Supreme Venerable said that every two hundred years, all the gods would receive a Fushen Fruit, and those who entered the position of gods later would also receive one.
When the Supreme Lord was alive, there was a Divine Lord Banquet every two hundred years, which was to distribute the God-Soothing Fruit to all the gods.
Since the passing of the Venerable Master, this event has never been held again.
Before Chongjiu brought it up, everyone kept quiet, assuming it was the idea of the God of Moxibustion. Now they know that the God Emperor had embezzled it all.
In the Upper God Realm, excluding Chong Jiu, there are eight other God Venerables.
There were originally ten people, one of whom has been missing for many years, and another has passed away.
In addition, there are two ancient divine beasts who can also obtain two every two hundred years, but they have never appeared since the death of the Supreme Venerable.
Even if all eight deities present wanted them, then two for each of them would require sixteen.
Even if you beat Wujie to death, he couldn't produce that many Spirit-Soothing Fruits.
Even the usually quiet and seemingly nonexistent Xiangyun God Venerable spoke up, and the others followed suit.
Despite the murmur of so many people, Wujie's expression remained unusually calm. He glanced at the several deities present before turning to Chongjiu, "Are you satisfied now?"
"What you did has nothing to do with me?" Chong Jiu glanced back at him indifferently.
“Indeed, it has nothing to do with God Venerable Jiuze, after all, he still hasn’t received a few.” Fan Yin raised an eyebrow at Wujie.
"God Emperor, when will you give us our God-Soothing Fruit?"
“This Spirit-Soothing Fruit is no ordinary spiritual fruit. You can find it by searching in the mountains. It takes two hundred years to get one, and you’ve kept it for yourself. Isn’t that going too far?”
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