Hire little monsters in your dreams every day

Chapter 111 The celestial beings in the Heavenly Palace are as numerous as the sea, while I am but a drop in the ocean.

[After eating another peach, I slept in my dorm all night.]

[I went to the Personnel Department to check the files again]

My cultivation has finally reached a hundred years!

Standing before the personnel department's desk, I couldn't hide my joy, but seeing the thick stacks of documents on their desks, I thoughtfully refrained from inquiring about promotions.

"It's not too late to promote me after they've finished their current work."

I returned to my duty room, where official documents were piled up like a small mountain on my desk.

Seeing this mountain in the past would inevitably make me feel sad for half a day.

But today, with promotion imminent, I don't care anymore.

Xiao Li, who was on duty with me, came to ask me about the laws of the demon race, and I patiently answered his questions.

[Maybe after he's promoted, I'll have to review his reports, hahaha]

"These guys are all power-hungry."

"So happy that you're about to be promoted?"

Wu Yun sighed with emotion.

The dozen or so minks around them looked at each other, then grinned, revealing their little sharp teeth.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ouch!"

They were all power-hungry!
But their official positions are already high enough, second only to the boss!

So they are very content every day and enjoy their work!
The first day of waiting for promotion passed by in excitement.

The second day of waiting for the promotion passed by in excitement.

On the third day of waiting for promotion, Old Zhang, a clerk of the eighth rank, criticized me, saying that my report was not written in a standardized manner.

I tried to laugh it off and let it go, but Old Zhang gave me a cold look and told me to stop joking around, and then he scolded me.

"A higher-ranking official can have absolute power; I'll just have to tolerate it for now."

[Ha, I was only being polite and friendly to him because I thought we'd be colleagues for a while longer.]

Since this old codger doesn't know what's good for him, once I'm promoted to the eighth rank, I'll immediately go to my superior and slander him.

Once I've accumulated more cultivation and been promoted to the eighth rank, I'll teach him a lesson and make things difficult for him.

On the fourth day of waiting for my promotion, I started to get a little anxious.

[On the fifth day of waiting for promotion, I spent another day reading and writing official documents. I feel so tired. I don't want to do the hard work of a ninth-rank official while holding the eighth rank anymore.]

On the morning of the sixth day, I went to the Personnel Department and, with a smile, inquired about my promotion.

After I finished speaking, all the celestial officials in the vast office of the Personnel Department looked up at me.

I don't understand why.

They burst into laughter.

They said I was overthinking things, and that improving my skills was just a way to help me work better; having sufficient skills didn't mean I'd get promoted.

There were only so many clerk positions at the eighth rank, and each one was filled to its full potential, with not a single position vacant.

I can hardly express my disappointment.

If a position becomes available, I can get promoted?

They burst into laughter again.

[The Lei Wentong Bureau has three thousand ninth-rank officials, of whom more than two thousand nine hundred have already accumulated enough cultivation to be ranked ahead of me in line for their positions.]

I said that eating a single immortal peach would increase my cultivation by eight years, making me an unparalleled genius.

They burst into laughter again.

Within this celestial palace, the minimum requirement is to gain seven years of cultivation by eating a single immortal peach.

[Eating a single immortal peach can increase one's cultivation by eight years, and that's just not the worst case scenario.]

I couldn't stand their sneers any longer, so I left the Personnel Department and returned to my duty room.

[Little Li came to ask me about the laws of the demon race again.]

I said, "Let's set aside the law for now. Ask him how deep his cultivation is, and how many years his cultivation will increase after eating one immortal peach."

[Little Li said shyly that he only had three hundred years of cultivation.]

Eating a single immortal peach can increase one's cultivation level by eight and a half years, which is quite common in the Heavenly Palace and nothing special.

Looking up again, I finally saw clearly that there were three hundred windows and three hundred minor officials in the cloud-script seal script within this duty room. The Lei Wen Tong Chuan Si (雷文通传司) had ten duty rooms.

[A total of 3,000 service windows, with official documents flying in and out like snowflakes every day]

[A total of three thousand minor officials, who spend their days reading and sending official documents.]

Only today do I realize that I am but one of three thousand minor officials.

The Leiwen Tongchuan Division, composed of three thousand minor officials, was merely one of the nineteen departments within the Xuanji Academy.

The Xuanji Academy, comprised of nineteen departments, is merely one of the thirty-six academies located in a corner of the Heavenly Palace.

Only now do I see it clearly.

The celestial beings in the heavens are as numerous as the sea, while I am but a drop in the ocean.

After reading this article.

Wu Yun felt a surge of emotion.

"This so-called Heavenly Palace is far, far more complex than I imagined..."

……

Click...

Lü Qingchen closed the dormitory door.

Then the dormitory curtains were drawn again.

He pulled a white banner from the void and waved it gently... Immediately, three ghosts flew out of the banner. One twisted and deformed to cover the crack in the door, one stretched and flattened to cover the window, and one trembled and knelt in front of him.

"Lord Ghost Messenger, what are your orders?"

Lu Qingchen ignored him and sat on the bed, taking out the immortal peach she had just received from Song Xiaowei.

"You ate this immortal peach."

The ghost stood there, stunned, looking at the peach and then at Lü Qingchen.

"Sir, what are you..."

Lu Qingchen sat on the bed, leaning on a white banner.

"Just eat what I tell you to eat, stop talking so much nonsense."

The ghost dared not say anything more, and immediately took the peach, trembling as it took small bites!
So... the controlled ghost was actually Lü Qingchen!
He is a member of the Lü family of Chenzhou in the Immortal Realm!

They are employees of the publicity department listed on the Lingnan Investment Office's roster!
The ghost messenger sitting on the bed, who is actually a ninth-rank immortal official, is a fake Lü Qingchen!
He stared at Zhen Lü Qingchen, watching him timidly hold the immortal peach and eat it bite by bite.

"How about it?
"How does it feel when you eat it?"
Has your cultivation level increased?

As Zhen Lü Qingchen ate, he frowned and sensed the changes in his body.

"It seems... there has been some growth."

The fake Lü Qingchen nodded.

"very good.

Eat quickly.

"Eat it and increase your cultivation level."

"Your spiritual cultivation can be seen on the list of spiritual agents. Don't let such details ruin my important plans."

The real Lü Qingchen was still eating the immortal peaches, when he saw the fake Lü Qingchen stand up and turn his back to him.

A hint of resentment flashed in Zhen Lü Qingchen's eyes.

He suddenly wondered if there was any possibility that if he ate the immortal peach and gained more power, he could break free from control and even turn the tables on this fake who had killed him, used his identity, and taken his position.
"Don't overthink it, just be a good dog."

The fake Lü Qingchen's simple words startled the real Lü Qingchen, who nearly dropped the peach in his hand.

His face was contorted, and he was covered in snot and tears.

"No, no, no, sir, I dare not... I dare not..."

The fake Lü Qingchen grinned.

"I can hear your thoughts and know whether you are truly afraid or just pretending."

"But it doesn't matter."

As he spoke, he took out a small box from his pocket, opened it, put a magic pill inside into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

He gently rubbed it again, and a ghostly white flame ignited in his palm, burning the small box to ashes.

The code "no.1" on the box was then burned to ashes.

(End of this chapter)