In no time at all, the Juling Anti-Wolf Spray became a household name.
Not only were female immortals scrambling to buy it, but there were also plenty of anonymous orders placed to settle personal grudges.
The developer was raking in money hand over fist, while the Heavenly Court paparazzi squad, led by Thousand-Mile Eye and Wind-Ear, camped outside Giant Spirit God’s mansion day and night, trying to uncover the identity of the hidden master who “persuaded through reason.”
Don’t ask why no one suspected Giant Spirit God himself of having a keen eye for business opportunities.
Because the entire Heavenly Court knew he was a simple-minded, muscle-brained oaf.
Only he would treat the so-called “role models” and “pacesetters” that the Jade Emperor used to rope in free labor as something utterly sacred, running around doing hard work without asking for anything in return.
“Plop—”
The group was sitting in the bushes by the wall playing a game of cards when something dropped in, making a small, crisp sound as it hit the ground.
As everyone knew, even the slightest noise could trigger Wind-Ear’s passive skill—the Ear-Twitching Divine Art.
Unfortunately, he was so absorbed in the card game that his vigilance toward his surroundings had dropped significantly. Hearing that whatever fell in wasn’t big, he didn’t think much of it.
It wasn’t until the object hit the ground and rolled all the way to his feet that he finally set down his cards and picked it up for a look.
“What is this?” Thousand-Mile Eye leaned in, examining it curiously.
One lackey shook his head: “No idea.”
Another was equally clueless: “Never seen anything like it.”
Wind-Ear stroked his chin and analyzed seriously: “I reckon this thing is black and round, kinda looks like a perfume bottle.” Then he added with confusion, “But why does this bottle have a pull ring on it?”
Thousand-Mile Eye said nothing, simply believing that practice yields true knowledge, and reached out to pull the ring.
The next second—
“BANG!”
The “perfume bottle” exploded in Wind-Ear’s hands, instantly turning to ash.
The entire process caused no physical damage whatsoever.
Just as the group was letting their guard down, a thick, overpowering stench suddenly erupted, sweeping through their nasal passages with lightning speed, the smell hitting straight through to the top of their heads.
Including Thousand-Mile Eye and Wind-Ear, the entire paparazzi squad lost all their strength and abilities in an instant—total wipeout.
The Juling Anti-Wolf Spray… when did it change its packaging…
Meanwhile, at Lingxiao Baodian.
The Jade Emperor, wearing his imperial crown, was diligently reviewing memorials. “Summon someone—call Celestial Master Zhang.”
A divine attendant replied: “Your Majesty, Celestial Master Zhang went to visit Peony Fairy the day before yesterday and was attacked with Juling Anti-Wolf Spray. He’s already been admitted to the Medicine King’s residence.”
The Jade Emperor frowned slightly. “Summon the Lord of Fire Virtue.”
The divine attendant replied: “The Lord of Fire Virtue was ambushed with Juling Anti-Wolf Spray after court yesterday. He’s also been admitted to the Medicine King’s residence.”
The Jade Emperor’s brow furrowed tightly. He slapped the memorial onto his desk, his tone clearly irritated. “Then summon the Star Lord of Water Virtue!”
The divine attendant replied: “The Star Lord of Water Virtue ambushed the Lord of Fire Virtue, who then set his clothes on fire. He went to the Medicine King’s residence along with him.”
“…” A vein bulged at the Jade Emperor’s temple. He gritted his teeth and said, “Summon Thousand-Mile Eye and Wind-Ear!”
The divine attendant replied: “Thousand-Mile Eye and Wind-Ear were ambushed near Giant Spirit God’s mansion by what appears to be a repackaged Juling Anti-Wolf Spray. They were just carried off by the Medicine King’s people.”
“………………..”
Well done. Just fantastic.
The Jade Emperor could no longer contain himself. “Summon Giant Spirit God! I want to ask him personally—who came up with this ridiculous idea of making an anti-wolf spray and turning the Heavenly Court into a complete mess!”
That’s right—Thousand-Mile Eye and Wind-Ear were his secret agents.
The reason was simple: someone was encroaching on his turf.
The market was only so big. If all the customers were going to you, how was he supposed to do business?
Mortals chased profit, and immortals were no exception.
The Jade Emperor spoke calmly: “Furthermore, the Juling Anti-Wolf Spray has severely disrupted public order in the Heavenly Court. Effective immediately, it is to be removed from Pinhaowu and shall no longer be sold.”
Giant Spirit God, completely unaware of all this, was currently at his residence learning how to make the “black perfume bottle” that had wiped out the paparazzi squad.
He put on a sheepish grin: “Heh heh, so, uh, the anti-wolf spray is already selling really well. Do we really have to make this thing?”
It wasn’t that he was lazy or found it troublesome—it was just that this task was too delicate for him.
Following the same blueprint, Shen Fuxing could whip one out in no time. But his fingers were too thick—he couldn’t even thread a single wire through after half a day.
Not like the anti-wolf spray, where he could just pour his mouthwash into a bottle and call it done.
Giant Spirit God’s brows were tied in knots. He felt like Zhang Fei being forced to do embroidery, or Xiang Yu being made to get a manicure.
Shen Fuxing continued working without pausing: “Don’t judge it by its looks. The Merit it earns is far more than the anti-wolf spray. Aren’t you tempted?”
Giant Spirit God scratched his head and grinned sheepishly: “Tempted, sure, but this thing is different in nature from the anti-wolf spray. I’ve never seen one before, but from the materials, it should count as a hidden weapon.”
“I’m just a rough guy. If people laugh at me for having bad breath, so what? I’ll get used to it after hearing it enough.”
“We sell the anti-wolf spray to protect those fairies with low cultivation bases, so they don’t get bullied.”
“This thing might make more money than the anti-wolf spray, but if it falls into the wrong hands, it could end up hurting people.”
“Forget it. You can take whatever profit you want from the pepper spray, but this one we’re not selling.”
“No, no, no.” Shen Fuxing raised a finger and wagged it, wearing a look of profound mystery. “Buddy, you’ve got it wrong. This isn’t for the general public—it’s for the Jade Emperor.”
She intended to squeeze a hefty sum out of the Jade Emperor.
“Selling to His Majesty?” The Giant Spirit God was full of questions. He lowered his head to look at the pitch-black object in his hand and shook his head very seriously. “His Majesty has seen every treasure imaginable. He won’t buy it.”
Shen Fuxing said with certainty, “He’ll buy it—but not for himself.”
She glanced at the grenade blueprints she’d had someone bring back from the Mortal Realm, and said calmly, “Before long, our pepper spray will either be reported and taken down, or the higher-ups will find some excuse to ban it outright.”
Hearing this, the Giant Spirit God stood up indignantly, his voice rising. “We’re running an honest business. We haven’t deceived anyone, and we haven’t violated any Heavenly Laws. On what grounds would they ban us?”
Shen Fuxing said unhurriedly, “Mortals chase profit, and immortals are no different.”
“The market is only so big. Every extra person means one more slice of the pie. They don’t care whether your business is honest or whether your product is good. As long as you’re blocking their path to wealth, you become the target of everyone’s arrows—even if you survive, you’ll come out skinned alive.”
The Giant Spirit God was quiet for a moment before speaking slowly. “But what we’re doing is clearly a good thing. Why should doing good invite criticism?”
More than earning Merit, he hoped those weaker fairy maidens could protect themselves when they encountered danger.
“Don’t overthink it. Let me keep teaching you. First—”
Before he could finish, the Divine Official bearing the imperial decree had already arrived at the residence.
Shen Fuxing silently calculated the time in her heart, set down the half-finished grenade in her hand, and raised an eyebrow. “Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.”
She stood up and patted the Giant Spirit God’s arm. “Relax. Just go out and receive the decree. Leave the rest to me.”
She gave him a playful wink. “I promise—not only will you not be punished, you’ll make a killing.”
In the main hall, the bright yellow scroll slowly unfurled, its golden light dazzling. “By decree of the Jade Emperor: the Giant Spirit God is to present himself before the throne immediately, with no delay. By imperial order—”
“Your servant, the Giant Spirit God, receives the decree.”