Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

Lichun Tower.

While Wang Chen was conversing with Xi Manyun in the Shangxun Heavenly Master Pavilion, three streets away, Lichun Tower was ablaze with lights and buzzing with people’s voices, where a boisterous night banquet was in progress.

Over a dozen cultivators, with wild abandon, crowded around young and beautiful maidservants. Amidst clinking cups and laughing voices, their merry chatter spilled through the windows onto the streets outside.

It drew envious and longing glances from countless passersby.

One of the cultivators drank a large cup of Spiritual Wine, and his face turned even redder.

Emboldened by the wine, he asked the cultivator in purple robes, who sat in the place of honor, "Director Sir, what’s the background of that new Heavenly Master?"

The cultivator in purple robes appeared to be around thirty years old, with a face that looked sinister and an arrogant demeanor.

It was Wu Jingwei, the Director of the Shangxun Heavenly Master Pavilion whom Wang Chen and Xi Manyun had been discussing—the third-tier Purple Mansion cultivator!

The ones he was hosting were the eleven Executors from the Heavenly Master Pavilion, as well as leaders among the Patrol Guards, and others.

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place suddenly fell silent.

The eyes of the cultivators uniformly turned towards Wu Jingwei, filled with either curiosity or inquiry.

Wu Jingwei snorted coldly and waved his hand.

All the maidservants immediately stood up and filed out of the pavilion.

The next moment, Wu Jingwei flicked his fingers, setting up a Mana barrier around them.

It was to prevent eavesdropping through the walls.

The previously intoxicating atmosphere of the pavilion plummeted dramatically.

Wu Jingwei spoke indifferently, "This person’s name is Wang Chen, very young, joined two years ago, at the Primary Tier of Purple Mansion."

"A Loose Cultivator!"

He stressed the last sentence particularly heavily.

"So he’s a Loose Cultivator."

The Executors suddenly felt relieved, smirking disdainfully.

Although they placed their trust in Wu Jingwei’s strength and had already pledged their allegiance to this Director,

the Guarding Heavenly Master had just been appointed, and giving them a significant snub as subordinates, they could not help but worry.

After all, Wang Chen represented the West Sea Sect.

Now, Wu Jingwei had undoubtedly given them a reassurance pill.

Very young and a Loose Cultivator at that, even if he had some talent, what kind of waves could he make in Dayi City?

"Anyway, no matter where he comes from, I only listen to the Director!"

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"Right, right, right, we all listen only to the Director!"

Everyone followed suit in expressing their stance, and the atmosphere at the scene became lively and noisy once more.

Flattery filled the air.

"I appreciate everyone’s support," Wu Jingwei said with a smile, "Since he’s after all the Guarding Heavenly Master and holds a justifiable position, you should not act recklessly. You still have to listen to what you should, and do not harm the harmony within the Shangxun Heavenly Master Pavilion."

The Executors understood completely.

What to listen to and what not, wasn’t that ultimately up to what Wu Jingwei, the grand Director, decided?

As long as they followed his lead, they couldn’t go wrong!

Wu Jingwei was clearly pleased with the attitudes of the Executors. He nodded and said, "In the coming three years, everyone should look after their own businesses and trades well. If that man knows his place and shows sensibility, throw him a bone or two. If he doesn’t understand the rules..."

He chuckled.

The Executors all revealed smug smiles.

Suddenly, an Executor inquired, "Director Sir, do you think Xi Manyun will...?"

"Don’t worry about her," Wu Jingwei immediately replied with a stern face. "She won’t last long. If she’s sensible, I’ll still leave her a way out..."

Everyone exchanged looks, all tacitly understanding the implication.

"All right."

Wu Jingwei snapped his fingers, lifting the Mana barrier, and said, "Let’s not talk of such mood-killers. Tonight, we won’t head home unless we’re drunk!"

"To victory!"

All raised their wine cups in unison.

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Just then, streaks of light flew in through the open windows, immediately dispersing towards the Executors present.

In the blink of an eye, they hovered right in front of them!

Suddenly, a series of Talisman Messages.

Everyone was momentarily stunned.

Because these were the standard Talisman Messages of the Heavenly Master Pavilion, usually only the Guarding Heavenly Master had the authority to send them.

Conveying commands.

Not a single Executor dared to receive one, and all eyes turned to Wu Jingwei.

Wu Jingwei’s face turned grim, "Why are you looking at me? Take the Talisman Messages."

He hadn’t expected Wang Chen to send Talisman Messages to all the Executors.

And without including his own!

This made the Director Wu feel very uncomfortable, with a foreboding sense that things were about to spiral out of control.

Everyone exchanged glances, none daring to step forward first.

Wu Jingwei felt even more irritable, "Take it!"

The hearts of the Executors trembled, and they hastily grabbed and unfolded the Talisman Messages to read.

The content of these Talisman Messages was exactly the same, demanding their presence at Shangxun Heavenly Master Pavilion for an inquiry the next day at 9 a.m., warning that failure to arrive on time would result in punishment according to the law!

Inside the tower, silence reigned once more.

No one had expected the newly appointed Guarding Heavenly Master Wang Chen to pull such a move on them.

Catching them totally off guard.

To go or not to go?

Once again, their gazes turned to Wu Jingwei.

"Go!"

Wu Jingwei sneered, "Everyone will go, and I will join them."

"I want to see what kind of medicine this greenhorn is really selling in his gourd!"

Although he said this, everyone’s enthusiasm had been completely swept away by the Talisman Message, and they could only leave in displeasure.

By the next morning, the main gate of Shangxun Heavenly Master Pavilion was wide open.

One after another, the Executors entered the mansion they knew all too well with mixed feelings.

In the Council Hall, they saw Wang Chen seated in the position of the Heavenly Master.

Although they knew Wang Chen was young, they couldn’t help but be secretly shocked when they saw his true face.

Such a young Purple Mansion Superior was indeed very rare!

Despite the fact that they didn’t take Wang Chen very seriously, these Executors still assumed a respectful manner on the surface, paying their respects one by one to Wang Chen and introducing their own identities.

"Subordinate Cultivator Gu Ye pays respect to Heavenly Master Wang."

"Subordinate Cultivator Wen Sanming pays respect to Heavenly Master Wang."

"Subordinate Cultivator Bao Hong..."

Wang Chen nodded indifferently and gestured with his hand for them to take their seats.

Seeing Wang Chen’s "arrogance," a number of Executors were fuming inside, their expressions turning strange.

After the last Executor had taken his seat, Wang Chen glanced at the Sun Crown Disk and asked, "9 a.m. has arrived, so why hasn’t Xiang Yingzhe come yet?"

Apart from Xi Manyun, a total of ten Executors had arrived at the Heavenly Master Pavilion on time for 9 a.m.

One named Xiang Yingzhe was missing.

The Executors couldn’t help but look at each other. One Executor who was on good terms with Xiang Yingzhe gave a dry laugh and answered, "Executor Xiang might have been delayed by some matter, please forgive him, Heavenly Master Wang."

Wang Chen said indifferently, "Then let’s wait for him."

As a result, they waited for nearly half of two hours!

Wang Chen sat still; the group of Executors started with a schadenfreude mentality, delighted by the spectacle, but as time passed, they slowly began to feel as if their seats had grown spikes.

This atmosphere wasn’t right!

Midway through 9 a.m., a burly cultivator swaggered into the Council Hall.

"Greetings to Heavenly Master Wang."

He lazily saluted Wang Chen with a fist, "I, Xiang Yingzhe, was delayed; please forgive me."

Wang Chen smiled.

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