Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Zhunti quickly put Chen Fusheng out of his mind. Listening to Randeng's account, even though Zhunti was a saint, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He comforted Randeng Daoist for a few more minutes and then left Lingjiu Mountain.

Seeing that the Sage Zhunti had disappeared, Daoist Randeng breathed a sigh of relief, but his mind remained tense. He picked up the array plate and searched the entire Lingjiu Mountain before he could finally relax.

He hurriedly used his true fire to destroy the spiritual herbs that had just been drained by the Netherworld Coffin in the cave, and cleaned up all the cold aura of the Netherworld Coffin in the cave. Then, he slowly patted his chest.

He was unaware that Zhunticha hadn't noticed, but for now, he could only do his best and leave the rest to fate.

As Zhunti carefully flew towards the Western Spirit Mountain, he pondered the strangeness of Randeng earlier. Suddenly, he remembered something, extracted a faint scent from his body, felt it in his hand, and was filled with horror.

"What is this? Demonic energy? Netherworld energy?" Zhunti, as expected of a saint, actually detected the Netherworld energy released by the World-Suppressing Netherworld Coffin based on just a trace of scent.

However, Zhunti still sensed something was wrong; ordinary Netherworld energy would not have given him such a telepathic connection.

However, the amount of Netherworld energy remaining on him was too small, so Zhunti could only tell that it was Netherworld energy, and he might not really understand the deeper aspects of it.

Normally, he might have gone back to investigate again, but now, in the midst of a conflict with the Three Pure Ones Taoism, he could only keep the matter of the lamp in mind and wait to investigate it properly later.

As Zhunti flew, he thought about Randeng. Back then, he was just an ordinary person in Zixiao Palace, not even worth mentioning. If it weren't for the great calamity of the Lich King that caused the geniuses of the same era to perish, Randeng would not have the glory he enjoys today.

Unaware that it was because of the Three Pure Ones Taoism that he had escaped a calamity, Randeng finally breathed a sigh of relief after cleaning up the ghostly energy in the cave. However, he had nowhere to vent his frustration.

The law of the jungle should have been something Ran Deng was used to by now, but since becoming the vice leader of the Chan Sect after the Lich War, he had never encountered such a situation again.

Even the Primordial Celestial Venerable treated him with great respect, not to mention Guang Chengzi and others who revered him as their master. Although he no longer held real power, he, the Burning Lamp Daoist, was still a figure of considerable importance in the prehistoric world.

However, Zhunti's attitude today made him realize that only true strength can earn the best respect; otherwise, everything is in vain.

Unbeknownst to him, Randeng had actually grasped a trace of the spiritual essence of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top realm. This should have been a very happy thing, but Randeng Daoist's face showed no trace of regret.

He was actually unable to fuse the three flowers because his own magical power was insufficient. This was an opportunity he had been waiting for for many years. Although he was unwilling, he could only watch this enlightenment slip away.

As the saying goes, misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and misfortune may be a blessing in disguise. Because of the inner demons that disturbed his mind, the Taoist Ran Deng was later saved by the Lingjiu Lamp. In addition, the blow from the Sage Zhunti made his long-standing obsession dissipate a little, which led to this enlightenment.

However, as the saying goes, "what Xiao He achieved also ruined," although he had an epiphany, his previous injury caused him to miss this opportunity, which can only be described as fate.

Just as the Taoist Ran Deng was filled with remorse, feeling as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart, the decisions of the Three Pure Ones Taoist sect and the Great Shang Imperial Court were also reflected in the Heavenly Court.

This time, the messenger was Fang Hui again. He was also Li Shundao's apprentice, since he and Chen Fusheng were one and the same, and Chen Fusheng's apprentice was also his apprentice.

Looking at the imperial edict handed to him by Fang Hui, Li Shundao tried his best to suppress his excitement. You know, the God of Wealth Sect has been looking forward to this for nearly ten thousand years. This time, he finally seized the opportunity, which enabled the God of Wealth Sect to finally gain the recognition of the human race's imperial court.

Although he had a high probability that the Chan and Jie sects would agree to the request when it was first proposed, he couldn't put his mind at ease until the matter was settled.

Fang Hui squinted as he drank Da Hong Pao tea. Although he couldn't discern any change in Li Shundao's emotions, he still believed that Li Shundao was very happy.

As someone who rose from the bottom to become the head elder of the God of Wealth Sect in the Southern Continent, Fang Hui's feelings for the God of Wealth Sect were no less than those for his current sect, the Chan Sect, and perhaps even more so.

When he received the imperial edict from Jiang Ziya, he couldn't help but lose his composure. If Jiang Ziya hadn't known his background, he probably would have thought he had gone mad!

Li Shundao ignored Fang Hui, who was still leisurely drinking tea. In any case, he had already instructed the branches of each of the four major vassal states to process the intelligence and send it to the Great Shang Imperial Court. Now that he had obtained this imperial edict, the transaction was considered complete.

He teleported directly out of the Ministry of Finance Hall and headed towards the Lingxiao Palace. Although he knew that the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother couldn't possibly be unaware of the recent transactions between the God of Wealth Sect and the Great Shang Imperial Court, he still had to report it. After all, he couldn't disrupt the order of the Heavenly Court just because the Jade Emperor was his master.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance, he saw a golden-armored warrior at the late stage of the Golden Immortal realm already waiting in front of the main hall. Upon seeing Li Shundao approach, the warrior hurriedly bowed respectfully, "Qin San greets the Heavenly Venerable. His Majesty and the Empress have been waiting for a long time."

"Okay, take me inside."

As Li Shundao spoke, he walked inside. Although he did not use his divine sense to investigate, he still could not sense the aura of the Heavenly King of the Palace. He was a little puzzled. You know, the Heavenly King of the Palace is the commander of the Jade Emperor's personal guard. Although with the Jade Emperor's strength, probably no one in the entire prehistoric world would dare to make a move against him, the status of the Heavenly King of the Palace is much higher than that of an ordinary first-rank official.

Moreover, he had come to know the Heavenly King of the Palace over the years. In terms of strength, apart from the few emperors and the five elders of the Heavenly Court, even the Heavenly Venerables of the Eight Departments of the Heavenly Court were actually about the same as him.

More importantly, the Heavenly King of the Palace Guard does not have much ambition or self-interest. Unlike other Great Luo Golden Immortals who control a force in the Heavenly Court, he is an ascetic like the Grand Master Lingbao. Otherwise, he would not have become the head of the guards of the Lingxiao Palace.

"Where is your Heavenly King? Why haven't we seen him this time? Did he go out?"

Li Shundao directly asked the golden-armored warrior beside him. This was not because Li Shundao was putting on airs, but because he was genuinely curious about what had made the Heavenly King of the Palace, such a devoted seeker of the Dao, leave the Lingxiao Palace, this precious place of cultivation.

After hearing this, the golden-armored warrior hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth. Although the order from above was to keep the matter of the Heavenly King of the Palace a secret and not tell anyone, the golden-armored warrior still told Li Shundao, a special figure in the Heavenly Court, what he knew.

"The Heavenly King has descended to the mortal realm, but as for where he went, I truly do not know."

When Li Shundao heard that the Heavenly King of the Palace had actually resigned and descended to the mortal realm, he became even more interested in the Heavenly King's whereabouts.