wear it lord god

Chapter 2640 Immortal Realm Workers 8
It feels like the entire upward mobility channel is almost completely blocked, making it even more difficult than for ordinary people in the mortal world to cross social classes.

Ordinary people could still gain favor through the imperial examinations, by following rebel leaders, or even by marrying well and having a beautiful face—even if it was just a matter of luck, the probability was very low, but at least there was some hope. But here, it's truly unclear where the path lies.

Where is the road? The road is under your feet... But the problem is that the entire ground here is shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see anything.

Even if one were to rebel against the Heavenly Court like Sun Wukong, this person has no powerful background or legendary past life. Here, what is a human emperor? Even the daughter of Yama, the King of Hell, might not be respected.

I thought about it for a long time, propping my chin up, then decided to stop thinking about it and get back to work and sleep.

Time passed quickly, and it was time to pay wages every two weeks again. For those with official positions, it was called a salary; for people like her, it was called wages now, and in the future, it would be called wages.

Since it was the end of the month, in addition to the sixteen fasting pills given in the middle of the month, there were also three spirit stones. At the end of each year, more would be distributed, essentially as a perk. Besides a set of palace robes and a bolt of ordinary cotton cloth, other items depended on the higher-ups' plans. Sometimes, on occasions of the Heavenly Emperor, Queen Mother, or some great immortal's birthday celebrations, they would distribute wedding cakes, pastries, and even elixirs and fruits.

Looking at the things he had received, he could easily put them down with a slap. It seemed that the little immortal official who received him had indeed given Marquis Wu'an a good place to stay; Marquis Wu'an would receive ten spirit stones every month.

All things considered, her job was equivalent to 3,000 yuan a month with room and board included, while Wu Anhou's job was equivalent to 10,000 yuan a month.

It seems that selling physical strength is worse than selling manual labor. In the mortal world, people also want their families to live a better life, so they join the army.

Unfortunately, celestial soldiers don't want women, and female immortals with magical powers through cultivation wouldn't join the army either. They'd be better suited to the various departments related to wind, rain, thunder, lightning, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, where they could at least be administrative officials.

Given that he has nothing and knows nothing, it's already a good thing that he can get a job.

Why would the emperor, the body's father, grant the body a celestial position?

The high-ranking official said, "There's a good opportunity."

What opportunity? Sun Wukong is about to attack, and I'm going to the army camp to bandage the wounded?

In reality, the heavenly soldiers were holding back when fighting Sun Wukong. Each of them possessed the power to flatten a mountain with a single slap, let alone the powerful immortals. Otherwise, after fighting for so long, the heavenly soldiers would have been "retreating in defeat," with not a single one killed, and probably not even a few with broken skin.

Shangqing: "Fairy Jinhua has obtained the Ten Thousand Year Love Grass. Half of it is added to incense, and the other half is made into powder and added to the Jade Dew."

Xi Ning... could it be for the Great Emperor of Dongyue?
Shangqing: "Hehe."

Rolling her eyes, Jinhua decided to force the issue. Given the Eastern Peak Emperor's previous ruthlessness and lack of desire, the only option was to use drugs.

What audacity! She's gone mad just to become the immortal's wife. The Queen Mother wouldn't agree. There's no record of it in the Yue Lao Temple. Given Jin Hua's status, she's not even qualified to be a concubine, let alone a principal wife. She'd be more like a maidservant.

My sister is not even as good as Jinhua, so she doesn't deserve such a good opportunity to work and sleep.

On this day, when I went to work at the North Heavenly Gate, a demon broke in and needed to be cleaned.

Once you get there, you'll see how brutal it was. Although the corpses and severed limbs had been cleaned up and the evil spirits and poisons had been removed, there were still red, black, and green bloodstains everywhere.

Moreover, the blood of some demons, besides being black or green, also stank. That stench followed you to the mass grave, rising straight to the top of your head, probably from evil cultivators who used corpses for cultivation.

I went to three groups, but none of them wanted to take the job. In the end, they agreed that anyone who stayed could choose to take three fasting pills or rest for three days.

Like spirit stones, fasting pills can be used as money, but they are usually stored in storage bags and not taken out unless absolutely necessary. After all, if one loses their job in the future and goes without food for an extended period, their immortal body will be damaged, and they will be demoted back to the mortal realm.

Xining naturally chose to stay. She dipped a long-handled brush in water and scrubbed the ground vigorously, then rinsed it. She scrubbed the remaining dirty areas again and rinsed them again.

Even so, some blood is very stubborn, especially the black and smelly kind, which is as thick as tar and can't be cleaned at all.

All she could do was squat down with a wire brush and scrub back and forth vigorously. The stench was so strong it made it hard to open her eyes, and in some places there were bits of flesh, bone, and other debris from who-knows-where.

The pinkish-white, slightly elastic thing, like a rubber band, could it be intestines? Ugh...

This is so disgusting, I almost cried. I'm suffering. I'm so dedicated to this mission.

Why does Sister Mao still need to take on missions? She has two planets, so her faith power should be enough for her needs. Why does she still have to come here to suffer?
Shangqing: "Is it my fault? Why don't you finish this job and go serve the God?"

Xining...

Ah, I forgot about that.

No, no, no, I love working and doing tasks. Only through tasks can I understand the hardships of ordinary people, accumulate experience, and grow better.

Shangqing: "You're right, but I don't want to see you working so hard, and neither should the Divine Lord. Don't push yourself so hard..."

No, no, no, I won't force you. Only by training yourself can you gain more experience in dealing with things and serve the God better in the future.

What broken intestines? I can't see them.

This blackish-purple stuff looks like a liver... Ugh, I can't see it, I can't see it. Close my eyes and quickly scrub, scrub, scrub.

It took more than an hour to clean it thoroughly, and the entire white marble platform at the North Gate was restored to its white color, exuding a pleasant jasmine detergent scent.

"Yours, take it...yours, take it..." The officials at the North Gate, dressed in the uniform of a seventh-rank military officer, handed out fasting pills one by one.

A dozen or so fairies lined up to receive their gifts. Those in the middle of the line couldn't help but whisper among themselves and occasionally laugh as they chatted with the armored celestial soldiers on guard duty.

Even if the rules of the immortals are strict, there is no rule against making jokes in private. Matters between men and women are a natural part of the natural order, and as long as the boundaries are not crossed, it is fine to talk and laugh.

She had no time to admire the mighty soldiers; after receiving the Bigu Pill, she quickly put it into her storage bag. This storage bag was a valuable item, similar to a safe; unless one was at least a mid-level immortal, even if they found it, they wouldn't be able to retrieve its contents.

Even if Zhongxian cares about these small sums, if he is found to have found them and not returned them, or misappropriated them, he will not only have to pay ten times the amount, but his reputation will also be ruined.

Three more pills! Adding to the two I saved this month, I now have five. It's said that such unexpected income, though not much, does happen. In good years, it's possible to have thirty to fifty pills in stock.

Even without any achievements, if one endures for five hundred years and becomes a senior member of the inner palace, and acquires tens of thousands of fasting pills, enough for the original owner to eat for decades without working, that would be a satisfactory outcome.

Anyway, I don't have the ability, and I'm not willing to go all out. I don't seek grand ambitions, I just want stability.

Just as she was happily lost in thought, someone suddenly called out to her: "Hey! That... fairy."

She turned her head and immediately smiled. It was Marquis Wu'an, whom she had met a month ago: "So it's you! What a coincidence, are you on duty?"