wear it lord god

This incident became the biggest gossip in the celestial realm recently, and it was also through this that the fairy's name was learned: Bai Lian.

Xining...

Sure enough, in the world of formulaic storylines, the innocent girl and the scheming girl are either pure white lotuses or smoky beauties.

Thinking that Bai Lian was able to sweep the floor in Donghua Palace this time, even though it was still just sweeping, this meant she had been officially hired. As long as she didn't make any major mistakes, she could continue doing it.

This road is actually quite good. If we take it, we'll have completed the task, right?
The high-ranking official said, "It's too late to regret it now."

No regrets, it's just a thought. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world; it's quite a stroke of luck that Bai Lian has managed to get to this point.

First, she had to stop the car and get injured; second, she had to be brave enough to show herself. At that time, she could play the zither. Even though she had been forbidden from leaving, she could still play the zither, making sounds to attract the drugged Emperor Donghua. If it wasn't premeditated, no one would believe it.

If you don't have the protagonist's or villainous female supporting character's halo, don't play too wildly, or you'll suffer a terrible fate.

While Ningxin was secretly working to get transferred to Fengjun Academy as a manager, Bailian and Dongming Daxian were sweeping the floor in Donghua Hall.

It is said that Jinhua used the excuse of visiting her father to go to Donghua Palace almost every day. At first, she would bring him water or food.

He's a high-ranking immortal with an official position. Even if he doesn't practice fasting, he can just take a fasting pill. Does he need lunch?

Later, Jinhua stopped pretending and simply went there every day to see if Emperor Donghua was in the palace.

However, Emperor Donghua was always in the back hall, guarded at the entrance, and attended by immortals in the back hall, so Jinhua couldn't go in and took her anger out on Bailian.

There were sarcastic remarks every time, and she would even deliberately throw some dirty things on the ground for Bai Lian to sweep.

Bai Lian silently swept everything away, but the things thrown afterward became increasingly outrageous. In the end, she threw away something as black as charcoal and as thick as lacquer, which couldn't be swept away or even removed by dusting.

Bai Lian knelt on the ground, using a small knife to carefully remove the residue bit by bit, then brushing it off. It took her a whole day to finally get rid of it.

Therefore, Emperor Donghua sent someone to remind Immortal Dongming that this was the Donghua Palace, and that his daughter's deliberate soiling was a sign of dissatisfaction with Emperor Donghua.

The immortal Dongming was so frightened that his face changed color. He kept apologizing and promising to control his daughter.

Upon returning, Jinhua was confined to her quarters, but less than three days later, she sneaked out and gave Bailian, who was sweeping the floor, a severe beating. Dongming Daxian was too late to pull her away and almost knelt down before his leaky little cotton-padded jacket.

Dongming Daxian was soon transferred, and Donghua Dijun ordered him to go to Taishan Prefecture to serve as a recorder of ghosts.

Mount Tai is the place where the souls of immortals go after they fall in the underworld. It is independent and only takes care of the souls of immortals, not the souls of mortals.

It seems like a lateral transfer, but it's actually a demotion. Moreover, the underworld, the human world, and the celestial realm are very far apart; it's like having to commute across two realms. If you travel from the celestial realm to the underworld every day, it would take about half a day to get there. And then another half day to return. So the only option is to move—to live in the underworld.

It's difficult to live in the mortal realm near the underworld. It's a desolate place, either a barren desert filled with shifting sands or a place so barren that even a goose feather wouldn't float. Using magic to travel there would consume too much spiritual energy; even the most wealthy immortal, Dongming, couldn't afford such a drastic measure.

The only option is to live in the government-allocated housing in the underworld office.

On the day of the move, Jinhua wanted to see Emperor Donghua. She cried and made a scene, trying to get away with it several times, but was stopped outside each time. In the end, she moved to the underworld, still crying and unwilling. She thought she could have some peace and quiet for a couple of days, but to her surprise, she escaped back in less than a day.

According to the official rank of Dongming Daxian, he was entitled to a three-bedroom, two-living-room house in the underworld. The buildings in the underworld are layered, like modern high-rises, but in the style of ancient architecture.

How can this house compare to the spacious and comfortable Dongming Mansion with its four entrances?

Furthermore, the underworld is devoid of sunlight, trees, and flowers; it is as dark as the dead of night, illuminated only by will-o'-the-wisps and phosphorescent ores that emit light. From time to time, the cries of the wronged souls can be heard.

Even though it's much better than the underworld that governs the souls of mortals—at least there aren't eighteen levels of hell here, and there won't be the wailing and screaming of a large number of sinful souls being tortured—it's still a world apart from the environment of the celestial realm.

Jin Hua abandoned her elderly father, whom she had burdened, and ran back to Dongming Prefecture alone to live her own life.

Ningxin finally achieved her wish and became the steward of Fengjun Courtyard. After enduring for over a thousand years, she finally became the steward. To celebrate this, Xining held a banquet with more than a dozen tables in Fengjun Courtyard, inviting the head and deputy head, stewards of various courtyards, senior fairies, and the employees who currently work for her to eat together, which can be regarded as a celebration for Ningxin.

It was a shining moment in the immortal realm. Ningxin smiled so hard her eyes crinkled. Afterwards, she said that she knew the junior manager of the brokerage firm who had introduced her to the job, and that she would take care of recruiting people in the future, guaranteeing that they would be cheap and good.

At night, facing the luminous pearl, Xi Ning stared at the accounts, her abacus clicking away.

Although she spends a lot, she also earns a lot. After deducting the 30% cut paid to the Ye Palace and various social obligations, she can earn an astonishing hundred spirit stones every month. Moreover, the Ye Palace plans to allocate a vacant lot on one side of Fengjun Courtyard to her. She plans to demolish the wall and use it as a drying ground for shoe insoles, so that production can continue to increase.

"A price reduction?" Everyone was stunned.

Insoles are in such high demand and short supply that it's a miracle they're not raising prices; they're actually lowering them. Are they out of their minds?

Xi Ning explained slowly, "Insoles don't require much skill; they're simpler than embroidery or tailoring. It's just that they were considered lowly and crude in the past, so nobody made them. Once more people make them, the price will drop. Rather than lowering the price then, it's better to lower it now. If there's almost no profit to be made, nobody will compete for it."

After thinking for a moment, Ningxin replied, "I am only in charge of things, managing people and work. I don't understand these things. It's up to Fairy Fengjun to decide."

With Ningxin, the steward, expressing her opinion, the others in Fengjun Academy didn't need to say anything. When the matter reached the head and deputy head, they remained silent, which was considered tacit approval.

The Mountain-Moving Fairy drove a cart to deliver goods. The cart was loaded with tons of shoe insoles, which were piled up into the mountain. Accompanying her were a fairy and a fairy maiden, and the cart was pulled by a green ox.

Although the phoenix is ​​beautiful, it is not very strong. So, we used a spirited blue ox instead, which is strong and also less expensive.

The Green Ox Demon was originally arrogant and thought it could find a master like Laozi, but there were too many suitable mounts: the Golden-haired Hou, the Nine-headed Lion, the Azure Phoenix, the Swan, the White Elephant... none of them were as impressive as it.

Laozi's blue ox was also a single-horned blue ox, entirely black with only one horn. It was an ox, but still a different kind of ox. It was like the difference between a fine horse and a common horse pulling a cart.

The blue ox eventually went to the mine to haul waste slag, working there for a full five hundred years before becoming a formal employee and being assigned a separate open-plan villa—a single stable.

Now, pulling a cart at the Yegong Fengjun Courtyard earns him three spirit stones a month, enough fodder every day, and a piece of land. He built a small tiled house there, and his quality of life has improved dramatically. He is very satisfied and full of energy.

The three people got off the vehicle and began unloading the goods. The green ox also transformed into human form to help with the unloading.

Before sales even started, a queue had already formed. Each person was limited to two items. Whoever reached the front of the line would give their size, take the item, pay, and move on to the next person. If there were any special requests, they should write them down on a piece of paper beforehand and pay half a deposit; they could pick up their order on their next visit. (End of Chapter)