Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 606 Mo Yu: What rank am I, the Gong Cao?
"I'm new here and don't understand many things about Heaven. Could you tell me about them?"

Mo Yu sat back down.

He casually picked up a peach stained with wine from the fruit plate that Ni Chang had knocked over and handed it to her.

The fairy in the rainbow dress trembled and subconsciously took a half step back.

It was as if I could recall the humiliating feeling of that cold fruit hitting my face.

But she had embarrassed herself in front of Mo Yu and couldn't help but shed tears, only to be granted merit by him in a moment of inspiration...

With nothing left to fear, Fairy Ni Chang became much more relaxed.

"Lord Gongcao, please feel free to speak your mind regarding any questions you may have."

She didn't dare let Mo Yu hold the peach for too long, so she took half a step forward and carefully took it from him.

"However, Ni Chang is merely a lowly fairy maiden, and what she knows... is truly limited. Many secrets of the Heavenly Court are beyond my comprehension, so please forgive me, sir." She instinctively offered a word of caution.

"I only need to know some basic things."

Mo Yu smiled, knowing that she was still wary, or rather, fearful.

"For example, this merit. And now that I've become a celestial official, I should have a salary, right? How is the Heavenly Court's annual salary calculated?"

Upon hearing this question, the Fairy of Rainbow Garments visibly relaxed her tense shoulders.

As long as you don't ask those potentially dangerous questions that involve the privacy of important figures, it's fine.

She answered softly, her usually cold voice slightly gentle: "Reporting to Your Excellency, the annual stipend of the celestial officials is roughly divided into three categories."

"Firstly, it is the power of incense offerings and prayers."

"The Heavenly Court distributes them uniformly based on the rank and position of the celestial official, as well as whether the annual merits meet the standards. This... is also the only opportunity for most low-ranking celestial officials to obtain spiritual essence."

At this point, her voice lowered slightly, tinged with bitterness: "In our Guiyue Pavilion, even ordinary fairy maidens who haven't even reached a certain rank have to dance and serve day and night to accumulate enough merit to receive a share of spiritual energy..."

"It was not enough to replenish her losses over the year. We could only watch her immortal body age day by day, eventually turning into a handful of frozen soil outside the Guanghan Palace."

Mo Yu nodded, his eyes flashing with divine light.

The grassroots level is the largest.

Even if each person receives only a small amount, the total number of heavenly soldiers, generals, celestial maidens, and powerful warriors would be astronomical.

Spirit is power, and it is life.

Based on the almost thirsty attitude that the Ziwei Emperor and the Jade Emperor had previously shown towards spiritual energy.

Is it really necessary for them to allocate so much spiritual energy to support such a large group of "idle people"?

Or perhaps, this vast grassroots organization is actually there to maintain the operation of the incense and religious rites?
He didn't ask any further questions; the topic was too profound, and she wouldn't dare answer even if he did.

The fairy in the rainbow robes raised her hand and tucked a strand of damp white hair that clung to her cheek behind her ear.

She paused to organize her thoughts before continuing, "Secondly, it is the elixir of the Supreme Dao Ancestor."

"Any celestial official who has reached a certain rank may be rewarded with a golden pill as a form of commendation if they perform exceptionally well and make meritorious contributions."

"For example, the generals of the Arctic have fought for many years and have made the greatest military achievements. They can directly obtain the Nine-Turn Golden Pill to make up for the losses in battle and even reshape their immortal bodies."

He does not mean that.

Mo Yu's eyes flickered: 'This Ziwei Emperor, could he be one of Laozi's people?'

Consider the original Journey to the West, where Laozi personally crafted and bestowed upon Tianpeng the Nine-Toothed Rake.

That's a true divine weapon!
A Supreme Celestial Venerable who possesses core technologies for alchemy and weapon crafting needs someone to help him collect resources from heaven and earth.

The Purple Star Emperor, who wields military force and rules over the stars, needs someone to provide him with spiritual elixirs to support his army.

The two sides are perfectly matched and need each other!

The voice of the Fairy in Rainbow Robes, clear yet soft, continued in my ear: "Third, is the Queen Mother of the West's peaches of immortality."

"Only celestial officials of the sixth rank or above are qualified to be invited to the Peach Banquet and be bestowed with peaches."

Mo Yu raised an eyebrow, interrupting her.

"What rank am I, Guiyue Gongcao?"

"The ranks of the Gongcao are generally determined by their jurisdiction. Based on the twelve levels of the Guanghan Palace, you should be at the seventh level..."

The fairy in the rainbow dress answered instinctively, but as soon as she spoke, her delicate body suddenly stiffened.

For some reason, she thought of a thousand years ago.

It seems there was a monkey who asked a similar question.

"Then... what rank would the Great Sage Equaling Heaven be?"

then……

It was because the Queen Mother didn't invite him to her banquet.

The monkey went berserk, disrupting the Peach Banquet, stealing all the golden pills, and even causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace, soloing the Lingxiao Palace dungeon!

The flames and bloodshed of that day remain a nightmare for many celestial beings.

"Gulu."

The Fairy of Rainbow Swallowed with difficulty.

She lowered her head and stole a glance at Mo Yu's ambiguous smile.

Although she felt that with Mo Yu's Nascent Soul cultivation, he shouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

But...what if?
What if he's hiding his true abilities, and I can't see through him?

How could someone who is so highly regarded by both emperors, who even went so far as to personally receive him, be an ordinary mortal?
If I angered him by saying "a seventh-rank official isn't qualified," and he...

"actually……"

The Fairy of Rainbow Robes desperately tried to salvage the situation, her speech becoming extremely rapid and tinged with a hint of panic: "Lord Gongcao, it's not actually only celestial officials of the sixth rank or above who can obtain the Peaches of Immortality!"

"Although Ni Chang's rank is not high enough, she performs dances at the Peach Banquet. Sometimes, if she dances well, the Empress will be pleased and she will be given some of the leftover peaches."

"Besides that, if there's any surplus, the Empress will also send gifts to various wandering immortals..."

Her voice trailed off as she spoke, as if she had inadvertently touched a nerve again, reminding everyone that Mo Yu hadn't yet become an immortal.

This was the first time she had ever felt so tongue-tied!
The fairy in the rainbow dress had just stopped crying when her eyes welled up with tears again, and she almost cried again.

"For example, if the adults would like to try it..."

As if she had made up her mind, she gritted her teeth and said, "After the next Peach Banquet, Ni Chang can give one to you, sir!"

That was her treasure for prolonging her life.

But in order to quell the wrath of this "potential demon king," she was willing to give up everything.

Looking at her frightened appearance, Mo Yu felt both amused and somewhat sentimental.

The lingering power of the Monkey King is truly terrifying!

Even after a thousand years, a mere question of "rank" is enough to frighten a celestial being like this. "There's no need for that."

Mo Yu waved his hand, interrupting her panic.

"Thank you, Fairy of Rainbow Robes, for clearing up my doubts. Although I am a glutton, I will not take what others love."

He smiled and said gently, "I'm sure I'll need your help to teach me some things later, so I hope you won't find me bothering you."

Seeing that his expression was not different, the fairy in the rainbow robes finally felt relieved.

She let out a long sigh and bowed her head, saying, "Lord Gongcao has been a great benefactor to Ni Chang. It is my honor to be able to help you resolve your doubts."

Mo Yu smiled and nodded, gesturing for him to proceed.

The Fairy of Rainbow Robes immediately understood.

She straightened her disheveled clothes, bowed deeply to Mo Yu, and then turned to leave.

Mo Yu looked at the figure that was still delicate in the moonlight, but whose back was filled with panic.

The main hall fell silent once more.

He casually picked up a peach from the fruit plate.

With a thud, he casually propped himself up on one hand and half-reclined on the wide jade seat, his feet propped up on the jade table.

"Tsk, what a pity."

He held the peach in his hand up to his eyes and examined it in the moonlight.

"Crack!"

He took a big, hard bite, and the sweet juice spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"If I really had the strength of the Great Sage, I should do what he did and throw down this tattered official hat (even though it hasn't been issued yet)."

"Let's have another wave of havoc in the Heavenly Palace."

He squinted, imagining the scene: "How impressive and awesome that would be!"

Unfortunately, reality is harsh.

Given Mo Yu's current strength, if he really dares to play this game, there's only one outcome.

Leaving aside others, there was the Fairy of Rainbow Robes who was just moments ago meek and submissive in front of him, letting him do whatever he wanted with her...

If they were to actually fight, they would be celestial beings, born saints, and who knows how many tens of thousands of years they have cultivated.

She might just kick him half to death with one of her slender legs.

To Mo Yu now, even an "ant" in the Heavenly Court is an insurmountable mountain.

This huge gap did not discourage Mo Yu.

Instead, it was like a fire, further igniting his burning desire for cultivation.

His blood was boiling, and his spirit yearned to climb to a higher realm and master greater power!

Mo Yu's inner fighting spirit was almost impossible to suppress.

"puff!"

Mo Yu spat the fruit pit, which he had just finished biting into, onto the magnificent jade steps.

With a flick of his wrist, the Shadow God Diagram appeared in his palm.

“Strength…Spiritual essence…”

He whispered, and the next moment, his body turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the painting.

Yes, that's right. What he came to this Heavenly Realm was actually just his Nascent Soul Dao Body.

Mo Yu's original body is still in the lower realm.

However, he doesn't actually distinguish between a physical body and a spiritual body; he only cares about where the primordial spirit is.
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A world depicted in a painting, Little Western Paradise, the Pagoda.

Mo Yu's figure reappeared in the prison where Prince Zhang was being held.

This time, however, when he opened his eyes, he did not see the dejected Prince Zhang.

There was an extra person in the center of the cell.

A chubby baby, about three feet tall, fair-skinned, and looking quite kind.

The child was bald with several burn marks on his head.

He was wearing an ill-fitting yellow monk's robe, which was open, revealing his round, white belly underneath.

Seeing Mo Yu descend again, the little monk was not surprised. He simply smiled and raised one hand in a salute.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes: "Are you Maitreya or Huang Mei?"

"Amitabha."

The young monk uttered a Buddhist chant in a childish voice: "Benefactor, you are attached to appearances."

"really."

Mo Yu nodded, and the wariness on his face seemed to have lessened a bit.

"There's no difference!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot!

No nonsense, no probing.

In Mo Yu's view, Maitreya, who allowed Huang Mei to commit evil deeds, also deserved to die!

"boom!"

A black lightning bolt appeared in front of the little monk in an instant, and the right knee, as sharp as a cone, pierced straight for the little monk's throat!
Fast, accurate and ruthless!

They showed no mercy and were solely focused on killing their opponent!

"clang!"

A violent shockwave swept outwards from the two people, instantly shattering the iron bars of the cell and cracking the surrounding rock walls inscribed with scriptures.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Mo Yu's figure froze in mid-air.

The iron knee, burning with crimson flames, crashed into the golden, clasped hands.

Blocked!

Mo Yu's gaze sharpened.

With the blessing of the God of War's divine power, although his cultivation level was still at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, his physical strength had reached the level of the Integration stage!

However, the little monk, who was only three feet tall, didn't even stir up a speck of dust beneath his feet.

Unmoving as a mountain!

(End of this chapter)