wear it lord god

Thinking about the mission, becoming a formal, long-term employee of the Immortal Realm is a long and arduous journey.

Is the plan to let her spend five hundred years in the immortal realm?
Shangqing: "It won't take that long. I'll help you. The system's purpose is to assist."

A support character like Mo Ming? It's a sad story, better off not existing at all.

He rubbed his face and opened the thick "Celestial Rules of the Immortal Realm" to read.

This place is not only for self-study, but also for teaching by senior fairies. Of course, they only teach the key points, otherwise the heavenly rules, which are comparable to the Xinhua Dictionary, could take three to five years to learn, or at least half a year of hard study.

The key points to focus on are three:
First, when you see immortals of higher rank than yourself, you should bow and greet them. If you are of equal rank, you should adjust your attitude according to the situation. If you see a high-ranking immortal, you should immediately step aside, stand with your head bowed, and not look directly at them. You can only raise your head and leave after the high-ranking immortal has passed.

Secondly, free love is not allowed. All marriages are handled by two entities: the Temple of the Moon Goddess and the Queen Mother of the West. Even powerful deities must obtain the consent of one of these two entities. Even the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, who are considered big shots, will "seek" their consent.

That's understandable. If people in the immortal realm could freely fall in love, there would be endless crying, tantrums, jealousy, and resentment—it would be chaos. Even after ascending to immortality, without karma, one cannot get pregnant, and heartbreak would affect one's work.

The fairy who taught warned: never fall in love, for most of those fairies who did not have a good ending. If you don't want your cultivation to be ruined, then mind your own business.

Third, the celestial realm is an upgraded version of the mortal realm; the social customs and interpersonal relationships of the mortal realm are also applicable in the celestial realm. Cultivating to become a Great Luo Golden Immortal is extremely difficult, so one must either increase their emotional intelligence, or if they lack emotional intelligence, work hard and demonstrate their value.

Xi Ning scoffed at this, saying, "What's the point of working hard? No matter how hard mortals try, they can't plow as well as oxen. And no matter how hard the immortals in the Rain Bureau try, they can't outdo the centipede."

Those at the South Heavenly Gate and the Si Zhen Office are all connected. The connections among the immortals are even more intricate; even those who achieve physical sainthood and become True Lords are high-ranking relatives.

The high-ranking official said, "That's good. It makes things much easier with this awareness. Take a few days to rest and familiarize yourself with the situation. We'll let you know if there's anything good."

What good news could there be? Based on his own strength, the original owner of this body was a newly appointed immortal, but he doesn't know any magic. His physical body is still lying in the tomb, and his soul is only slightly stronger than a ghost. To put it bluntly, the strength of his soul is about the same as that of a vengeful ghost; even the White Bone Demon is stronger than him.

The rules are strict, so the tactic of currying favor with powerful figures is no longer allowed.

Could she possibly go and flatter someone? You know, everyone in the immortal realm is shrewd and cunning. In the mortal world, it was always others who flattered her. If she were to flatter others, she would definitely make a fool of herself.

Shangqing: "You'll find out then, pat pat."

Xining...

Soon Ningxin called her to collect her belongings and assign her a dormitory room.

The palace provided food and lodging. She carried the two sets of palace clothes she had just received, a relatively clean thin quilt, a box of fasting pills, and a storage bag for her belongings. Led by Ningxin, she arrived at a tiled house. Inside, there was a ten-meter-long communal sleeping platform against the wall. She walked to the very back.

“You’ll sleep here from now on.” Ningxin pointed to the fourth-to-last empty space at the very back. There were thin blankets in the other places, but here there was only a porcelain pillow.

Good heavens, a dormitory bed for twenty people! Even the lowest-ranking palace maids in the mortal palaces have at least an eight-person dormitory bed.

However, fairies are different from mortals. They don't need to use the toilet, and even if they don't bathe, they don't have much body odor.

Ningxin reminded him, "Take the Bigu Pills sparingly. One pill a day is enough for one day. You'll receive sixteen pills every two weeks. Save the extras. If you have the chance to descend to the mortal realm, you can use them as elixirs to exchange for good things from mortals. Accumulate as many as you can; they might come in handy later. Organize your things first, then go back and continue learning the rules. I'll give you a task to try out in three days." "Thank you so much, Sister Ningxin! Sister Ningxin is beautiful and kind-hearted, just like my eldest sister. She's so wonderful." She showered him with compliments. Meanwhile, the original owner's eldest sister, jealous and resentful, secretly cursed her, wishing for her demise.

The original owner of the body did indeed die young, passing away before reaching the age of marriage. If it weren't for the earlier title, it could be considered an untimely death. It's unknown whether it was caused by a curse.

Ning Xin smiled and looked him over again: "You're quite interesting. It's a good thing that you can put aside your pride and ego. Many newly ascended immortals act all high and mighty, which annoys all the other immortals."

Mortals and immortals are either the chosen ones of the lower realm or the holy sons and daughters of sects. They all enjoy priority access to all the resources of their sects and families. The patriarch would rather die than let them die.

She quickly replied, "I might be just as clueless about myself in front of others, but you're so kind and beautiful, I can't help but feel close to you."

Ningxin grinned so hard her back teeth were visible: "Alright, alright, stop teasing me. There are so many beauties in the immortal realm. Even if an immortal stared at my face for half a day, he might not remember it."

The more she said that, the more she had to continue, and she had to be extremely serious: "In the mortal palace, there are three thousand beauties. I have seen many beauties, but you are dignified and generous. You are kind and benevolent. No one can compare to you. You can throw out a whole Milky Way."

Ningxin was speechless: "Alright, I have something to do, I'm leaving now. Otherwise, for every sentence I say, ten more will follow."

"Yes, Sister Ningxin, please go ahead with your work." She didn't forget to give a proper bow, half-squatting and bowing slightly, a standard courtesy from a subordinate to a superior or a peer with the utmost respect.

Ningxin walked away with a smile on her face.

She looked at the bare walls of the Syrian industrial-style house, with its large communal sleeping area stretching from the entrance to the back, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

When the original owner was a flower-scattering fairy, she also slept on this large communal bed. Before that, she lived in the imperial palace, in the same palace as her mother. The rooms next door, which were for palace maids, were small, with four people in one room, each with their own bed. The psychological difference was unimaginable.

I tidied up the bed a bit; there's only one blanket anyway. Luckily, the barrier here maintains a constant temperature all year round, so this blanket is enough.

Although it's not a brocade quilt, at least it's a cotton quilt. Many poor people in the lower realms don't even have cotton quilts; one quilt is passed down for three generations. If there's no cotton, they use chicken and duck feathers. If they're too poor to even raise chickens and ducks, they use reeds and straw. Be content!

Feeling a bit hungry, I opened the wooden box, inside which were sixteen gray-black pills arranged in rows and columns.

This thing is similar in meaning to the compressed biscuits and packaged energy pastes that will come later; it's simple, quick, and solves the most basic energy needs of cattle and horses.

Take one out and pop it into your mouth.

It melted in my mouth and went down my throat. A warm feeling spread from my stomach throughout my body, my hunger disappeared, I felt energetic, my mind became clearer, and a floral fragrance lingered in my mouth.

It is the celestial realm after all, different from the mortal world, but things are mostly the same.

Imagine the celestial nectar and jade dew, the phoenix liver and dragon marrow—they must be just as delicious as the rest area.

The original owner hadn't even had a bite of a celestial peach in five hundred years, so forget about those celestial banquets. He should focus on improving himself first and thoroughly understanding the affairs of the celestial realm.

Not long after, she arrived at the library and asked where the books about the history of the immortal realm were kept. She stood frozen for several seconds in front of a seven-tiered bookshelf, which was crammed full. With another sigh, she picked up a book and began reading at the nearby desk. (End of Chapter)