As soon as these words were spoken, the few divine officials responsible for arranging newcomers pursed their lips and fell silent in unison.
Third Prince Nezha, the Great God of the Third Altar, the top enforcer of Chentang Pass, the number one who only kills and never spares—notoriously difficult to serve.
Subordinates were sent to him every year, only to be either returned or outright rejected.
They turned to size up Shen Fuxing. Forget her age—just look at her skinny arms and legs. Third Prince could sneeze and knock out ten of her kind.
The divine officials shook their heads repeatedly.
To avoid being sent back to the mortal realm, Shen Fuxing lowered her head, pretending to be aloof while secretly brewing a big move.
“Slap—”
The divine officials were startled. Turning around, they saw her with a determined gaze, uttering shocking words, “Standing before you is Third Prince’s number one fan! My greatest wish in life is to serve him tirelessly, to be his dog!”
The divine officials’ faces twisted.
What a perverse wish.
Shen Fuxing excitedly climbed onto the table, randomly grabbing a divine official’s hand and shaking it fervently, her eyes filled with fanatical obsession. “So, please! Let me be his attendant!!”
The impact of this statement was no less than “Please let me be his dog!”
The divine official’s expression was indescribable, as if he had seen something filthy.
Disgusted, he pulled his hand from Shen Fuxing’s grasp. “Fine, fine, I’ll take you.”
After all, Third Prince always bundled up the people they sent and tossed them out of Yunlou Palace. It was just a formality—this little girl would still have to go back where she came from.
The Heavenly King’s residence was magnificent beyond compare, filled with auspicious clouds and radiant divine majesty.
The divine official led her all the way to Third Prince’s hall. Before even reaching the main chamber, they could see a youth seated on the throne from afar, his hair tied in a towering topknot, the Universe Ring hanging around his neck.
The Sky-Mixing Silk, shaped like a fiery dragon with rippling light, was wrapped around the youth’s arm.
He lowered his head, polishing the cold, gleaming Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand stroke by stroke.
Sensing someone approaching, he lifted his eyelids. His indifferent gaze was three times colder than the chill emanating from his spear.
As soon as the divine official entered the hall, his legs went weak. He bowed down trembling, not daring to look up at Third Prince’s noble visage.
The girl behind him, however, showed no fear at all. As soon as she entered, she stared wide-eyed at him, looking rather foolish.
“Hiss, hiss—”
The divine official in front was so anxious he was about to burst into flames. Bow, you idiot! Do you want to get us both thrown out of Yunlou Palace by the Sky-Mixing Silk!?
Shen Fuxing was slow to react. Even after coming to her senses, she didn’t kneel. Instead, imitating the etiquette from period dramas, she clasped her hands toward Nezha and solemnly declared, “Hello, boss!”
Third Prince: “…”
For a moment, he thought this girl wanted to become sworn siblings with him.
The divine official prostrated on the ground, his eyes wide as saucers, equations floating above his head—clearly pondering the mysteries of the universe.
Nezha sat imposingly, the corners of his eyes adorned with a delicate layer of red eyeshadow, his expression cold and disdainful. “Where did this little brat come from?”
The divine official replied tremblingly, cold sweat already drenching his back. “Replying to Third Prince, she… she is this year’s newly selected attendant for the prince’s hall. Her name is Shen Fuxing.”
“Tch.”
A low, derisive laugh, tinged with exasperation.
Although he had entered the Heavenly Court as child labor, thousands of years had passed since then. He merely maintained a youthful appearance—he wasn’t actually a child.
And they chose a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl as his attendant?
Asking for a beating.
The Sky-Mixing Silk glowed with intense red light, swirling around Nezha’s body, faintly restless—a clear sign of its master’s displeasure.
The divine official knelt and shuffled forward a few steps, hastily explaining, “T-Third Prince! It’s this girl, she said she’s your die-hard fan, and her lifelong wish is to be your little dog!”
“This humble immortal, moved by her sincere devotion, brought her here!”
The divine official kowtowed several times in succession. “Third Prince, please forgive this offense! If punishment is due, punish her!”
The Third Prince’s hall fell into an unprecedented silence.
No emotion could be read in Nezha’s eyes—cold and indifferent, his hands still meticulously wiping his spear.
Shen Fuxing, a mere mortal who had just obtained her Immortal Registry, possessed no special skills but had thick skin. Even with her vulgar words exposed to her face, she showed no shame, appearing even calmer than Nezha.
Her only worry was that this Great Deity of the Sea Assembly, being thin-skinned, might drive her out because of those words.
“Actually…” Shen Fuxing lowered her head, twisting her fingers, earnestly promoting herself, “You wouldn’t lose out by keeping me by your side. I can serve tea and pour water, eat less than Xiaotian Dog, and don’t require poop-scooping.”
Nezha: “…”
The glow of the Sky-Mixing Silk dimmed, lying quietly draped over the youth.
No one knew what was going through the Third Prince’s mind, just as the divine official, now holding his breath and gaping in astonishment, dared not speculate.
Could it be that the Third Prince actually wanted to adopt a little dog…?
After all, he was still a youth. With Erlang Shen next door walking his dog every day, Nezha’s hands were empty, his side was empty, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit of petty resentment.
This dog… bah!
This time, he had chosen the right follower!
The divine official’s mind raced through eight hundred stories in a second, already imagining himself returning to a promotion and raise. But who could have guessed that the next moment, Nezha would directly toss his Fire-Tipped Spear in Shen Fuxing’s direction.
Ahhh!! What was he thinking? He actually believed that a few witty remarks could make the Six Realms’ number one killing god find Shen Fuxing pleasing to the eye!?
That was Taiyi Zhenren’s personally bestowed Fire-Tipped Spear, weighing six thousand jin—any demon with less than a thousand years of cultivation could be crushed to death on the spot!
Shen Fuxing was only sixteen! A mortal by origin, with not a shred of cultivation!
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over… she’s going to be splattered with blood right here!!
The divine official turned his head, tightly shut his eyes, a trace of pity showing on his face.
Yet, no scream was heard.
“Do you want me to wipe it for you? Or should I put it away?” Shen Fuxing obediently caught the spear, asking considerately like a little cotton-padded jacket.
Hearing she could still speak, the divine official curiously cracked open a slit of his eye.
In an instant, his pupils dilated, his whole body jerked backward, and the way he looked at Shen Fuxing completely changed.
Nani!??
Not just him—even Nezha’s indifferent expression underwent subtle changes.
He hadn’t intended for Shen Fuxing to be splattered with blood; he only wanted to scare her, to make her abandon those messy thoughts and leave on her own, seeking other duties.
A newly promoted low-level immortal, young and frail, would be of no help to him at all. Bringing her along to subdue demons and vanquish monsters would be useless and only cause trouble.
But Shen Fuxing had caught his Fire-Tipped Spear with one hand—this was something he had never anticipated.
Nezha had even prepared to summon the spear back the moment she was about to be crushed to death by it.
As it turned out, his rare act of mercy had been unnecessary.
As for Shen Fuxing—her grandfather had been diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer, and she herself suffered from severe bipolar disorder. Unconcerned by the astonished looks around her, she only wanted to perform well and secure her stay.
The spear felt quite light when she picked it up; she hadn’t given its weight a single thought.
“The person, this young master will keep. You may go.”
“…Yes.”
The divine official’s heart pounded, his face pale, staggering unsteadily out of the great hall.
Six thousand jin! With such strength, Shen Fuxing could slap him to death with a single palm!
Had he offended her just now? Probably not, right?