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Chapter 108 Only the banished prince of Yujing is seen, chewing seven peaches a day as if they were sweet nectar.

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Heavy rain fell outside the protective shell of the giant black cloud.

The spirit-gathering array inside the shell was still working, and at the very end of the array, two minks would occasionally scoop up the spiritual energy they had just absorbed.

Not far away, in front of the peachwood table, Wu Yun glanced at the competition answers on his laptop screen again, pondered for a long time, and confirmed that he had not made a mistake.

"Oh, yes, that's right."

Beside the table, a suspended ice crystal heart is beating with a "crackling" sound!
That's right, this strange thing made of water and ice expands and contracts, and it really does beat like a heart.

Whenever it expands, water flows and "cracks" to close the cracks.

Whenever it contracts, ice crystals "crunch" and melt into a stream of cold water.

There are even two rows of holes on both sides of the heart, which occasionally spray out cold water vapor.

"Success."

The rotating secretary, Diao Jianjian, standing beside her, held a teacup, squinted at the icy heart, and looked quite pleased with herself.

"Ow!"

This magic looks incredibly powerful!
The boss is truly invincible!
Wu Yun smiled and sat down in the chair, then carefully examined the heart for a long time.

"Okay, now for the most important part."

"We need to name this heart."

"Just call..."

The mink pointed its head back and looked at the boss.

"...This heart first absorbed Teacher Wu's ice shield theory."

"It even cost us 100,000 yuan of our bonus to finally get it done."

"To commemorate its creation process, I will name it..."

"...Teacher Wu has a heart as cold as ice!"

Several minks came over, their faces full of admiration, and clapped their hands with their heads tilted back!
They don't understand this name either... but they will always support their boss!

If one had to point out a flaw in the name, it would be that it only reflects Teacher Wu and 100,000 yuan, but not the boss's extraordinary talent.

But there's nothing we can do; the boss is a good person in every way, except he's too modest!

……

The aroma of food wafted through the cafeteria.

At each table, the staff of the Lingnan Investment Office ate their hot meals, but unlike usual, the atmosphere was not lively; instead, they were rather quiet.

"What's going on here?"

Dongfang Lingling from the logistics department whispered to Lü Qingchen next to her.

"Ugh……"

Lu Qingchen sighed, shook his head slightly, and just ate without explaining... After all, he didn't really know what had happened.

Dongfang Lingling then turned to Hu Juan from the personnel department.

"Juan'er, what's wrong?"

Hu Juan's face turned even paler, and she ate at the table with a bitter taste.

"Section Chief Chen Xie went to the celestial realm and sued our Hu family."

The others at the table all knew about this, and Lü Qingchen pretended to know it as well, but in reality, he was secretly listening.

Dongfang Lingling genuinely didn't know, and pressed for an answer.

"What happened?"
"Can we just sue them like that? Wouldn't that just stir up trouble between the Chen and Hu families?"

The others at the table thought the same thing.

Hu Juan sighed.

"The Immortal Lord is very satisfied with this complaint."

"As soon as the petition flew up, the reply flew down, praising Chen Xie and giving him an elixir and a new demon immortal."

Once the conversation started, everyone at the table lowered their voices and began exchanging information they had received.

"I heard the immortal lords are dissatisfied with the Hu family's double-dealing and embezzlement." "Does this mean the wind is about to change? Are the immortal lords going to heavily reward those who have done their jobs well?"

"A thousand pieces of gold to buy a horse's bones!"
"The elixir and the human-faced snake are worth a fortune."

"Chen Xie is the same as Ma Gu (horse bone)."

"Chen Xie served the Immortal Lord wholeheartedly, and the Immortal Lord did not mistreat him."

"If we could also be as anxious as the Immortal Lord and think as much as the Immortal Lord, wouldn't we also prosper?"

Everyone was talking and talking.

Lu Qingchen, who was standing next to him, would occasionally chime in, pretending that he knew a lot about it.

In reality, he took every word to heart and thought it over quickly.

The most crucial point in this matter is... Chen Xie was promoted to Pulin Bookstore?

Why not promote someone from within the BTS (Bureau of Spiritual Investment)?
One reason is that he had some disagreements with the Lingnan Investment Office.

on the other hand……

"The immortal lords of the celestial realm probably no longer trust the Spirit Investment Office."

Click...

The cafeteria door was pushed open.

Song Xiaowei, the director of the Ling Tou Office, walked in wearing a hoodie.

All employees immediately fell silent.

Song Xiaowei pretended not to hear anything, put his hands in his pockets, and continued walking in.

He couldn't be bothered with any of these messy things.

Anyway, he is the only Immortal Peach Official in the world, and all the Immortal Peaches pass through his hands... That's the most important thing!
……

Eat and drink enough.

The mink employees lay on the sofa one by one, squinting their small eyes, rubbing their round bellies, and groaning with satisfaction.

Wu Yun sat down beside him, picked up the Biaoyun Scripture, and continued reading.

The content of this book has basically nothing to do with magic... but it's still okay to read as a novel.

At the age of twenty, I passed the Cloud-Soaring Assessment, standing out from 100,000 people to become a Ninth-Rank Rumor Envoy, and was assigned to work at the Starry Sky Palace.

That year, my job was to follow the Inspector and the Grand Censor, patrolling the various nodes of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Ji Shu Grand Array to investigate the conflicts among the garrison commanders.

The censors wielded considerable power and held a high position.

The Inspector-General erected a temporary palace, took up residence within it, and, as an eighth-rank official, commanded all celestial officials, none daring to disobey.

[The Grand Censor, a ninth-rank official, traveled far and wide handling cases. Even when he encountered an eighth-rank celestial official from the Starry Sky Palace, he treated him like a brother, showing him the utmost courtesy.]

Even the seventh-rank City God of the mortal realm and the sixth-rank Demon Lord of the Wilderness dared not utter a sound before the ninth-rank Imperial Censor.

Unfortunately, I am merely a ninth-rank assistant envoy, following behind a ninth-rank official, always hidden in the ninth-rank official's shadow, and never seen by anyone.

At the age of twenty-one, I received my first salary. After drinking a cup of wine, my cultivation level increased by eight years.

Upon learning of this, the censor, a high-ranking official of the ninth rank, was initially shocked and furious, but quickly smiled and led me to report to the inspector.

Upon learning of this, the Inspector-General was equally pleased and immediately issued a talisman to Tongming Heaven Palace to report the matter.

At that time, I didn't know what this meant.

I only know that my colleagues, after receiving their salaries, either slowly increased their cultivation level over a year, or were unable to digest it and were bedridden all day. Only I increased my cultivation level over eight years, which seems pretty good.

Two days later, the inspector clerk came to me again and explained.

It turns out that the matter of consuming one's salary involves many factors, including talent, physique, and destiny.

There was once a song about immortal peaches in the celestial realm.

[Three thousand years after the chaos was divided, a single red fruit broke through the ashes of nine tribulations. When a mortal devoured it, his Purple Palace shattered, his blood turned to frost, and his bones turned to dust.]

[Geniuses each attain profound understanding through peaches, their spiritual lineages varying in depth and beauty; a young scholar gains a decade in three days, while a nobleman swallows a peach, equivalent to a hundred years.]

[Perhaps a spiritual root arises from the void, peach juice transforming into sweat that spills between the fingers; pitifully, a hundred years of arduous meditation for enlightenment cannot compare to half a moment's steaming of immortal fruit.]

[Only the Jade Emperor, banished to the capital, is seen, chewing seven peaches daily as if they were sweet; purple aura soars into the sky, startling the Big Dipper; his cultivation of the forty-nine Dao is accumulating moment by moment.]

(End of this chapter)