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The weather was sunny and the breeze was gentle.

Hanging behind 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, Tan Wenjie flew lazily toward the South Heavenly Gate, a stark contrast to the triumphant procession ahead.

The battle to subdue Sun Wukong has finally come to an end.

The burden that had weighed on the hearts of many deities was finally lifted.

Upon entering the South Heavenly Gate, the guards stepped forward to congratulate Tan Wenjie on his victory.

He simply nodded, showing no interest in the upcoming rewards or punishments. He felt a sense of boredom, as if he had just gone through the motions. The only difference was that the motions that should have been Yang Jian's were now being performed by him.

The contest with Sun Wukong was exhilarating, and the immortal wine and peaches were delicious. The only unpleasant thing was probably the bull's nose ring thrown by Laozi.

If you were hit by it, you'd definitely lose half your life.

I must go back to the Tushita Palace again to beg for alms and get some more elixirs to comfort myself.

The monkey was captured, but that didn't mean the Heavenly Court could do anything to him. On the contrary, having eaten a bellyful of nectar, immortal peaches, and elixirs, Sun Wukong was now indestructible.

On the Demon-Slaying Platform, it seemed that Sun Wukong's fate was already sealed.

Thunder God wields his whip.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning struck the other party, and the monkey just chuckled and shouted, "It tickles!"

Even with thunderbolts, chisels, and axe strikes, they couldn't cut off a single hair from Sun Wukong's head.

While the immortals seemed amazed by the monkey's abilities, they were actually wary of Tan Wenjie. If he could achieve final victory in his battle with Sun Wukong, his strength would only increase.

Moreover, all the immortals knew that Tan Wenjie had not yet used his golden bow and silver bullets, nor his magic of "manifesting heaven and earth," and that he had not yet shown his true abilities.

Tan Wenjie's ears suddenly twitched as he heard someone breathing in cold air to cool down the Heavenly Court while muttering to themselves, "Hiss, this monkey is really lucky. If I were to take action, I could easily take its head."

Turning around, I saw Marshal Tianpeng with his buttocks sticking out, cursing and swearing.

Just then, Marshal Tianpeng raised his head and his eyes met Tan Wenjie's.

"What are you looking at!"

The general next to him quickly reached out and grabbed Marshal Tianpeng.

That's Tan Wenjie, who just returned victorious from a battle. Be careful not to upset him or get a beating.

"Let me go! I want to fight him one-on-one! Waaah... Curtain Roller, don't cover my mouth."

"Snapped!"

"Ouch! Roller Curtain, you actually spanked me!"

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He turned his head and pretended not to notice the other person. The two people's posture was very indecent. As a popular character in the Heavenly Court, he could not get involved in such low-quality and vulgar news.

Just like how people often gossip behind his back about his ambiguous relationship with Chang'e, he never explains. He just wants more of this kind of gossip.

Gossip can boost popularity, while low-quality and vulgar news can damage one's image.

In the short time that followed, the monkey had endured all the severe punishments, yet remained completely unharmed.

In the end, it was Laozi who took Sun Wukong back to the Tushita Palace for an upgrade.

Laozi's furnace is a wonderful thing; it can not only forge weapons and refine elixirs, but also enhance one's strength.

Tan Wenjie, who had experience working in a furnace before, even considered reserving a furnace slot to try it out.

Laozi assured everyone that Sun Wukong would be refined after forty-nine days, and the Jade Emperor was very satisfied with this statement. If Laozi couldn't burn Sun Wukong to death in the Three Realms, then no one else could.

The Peach Banquet cannot be held, but a victory celebration banquet can be held.

Not only should we hold it, but we should hold it in a grand and impressive way, so that people know that the Heavenly Court doesn't even take the monkey seriously.

Then the music started, and then the dancing began.

All celestial officials, great and small, are eligible to participate, and the scope extends extremely far.

This victory in subduing Sun Wukong will surely be rewarded by the Jade Emperor.

As the absolute hero who saved face for Heaven and the Jade Emperor, many people speculate that Tan Wenjie may be promoted even further.

The next step would inevitably be to cede territory, bestow imperial titles, and reward them with real power and military force.

Even the strongest individual has its limitations; there's a saying that one can't be in two places at once. But having troops under one's command makes all the difference.

Yang Jian dared to go against the Jade Emperor, perhaps because he had the help of 1,200 grass-root gods to straighten his back.

"Tan Wenjie has rendered meritorious service in capturing Sun Wukong. He is rewarded with a pot of immortal wine, two peaches of immortality, and four fire dates. He is also granted the title of Great Emperor of the Underworld, who rewards good and punishes evil, with the same rank as a judge in the underworld, and is in charge of the Book of Life and Death."

The scene was silent, and the immortals looked at each other in bewilderment.

To say whether Tan Wenjie's reward was good or not, it was definitely a generous one.

Immortal wine, peaches of immortality, and fire dates are treasures that all immortals would cherish, but the problem lies in the newly conferred title of Emperor of Rewards and Punishments.

The underworld also has its own balance, with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Yama, and others belonging to different factions, and there is also the Eastern Peak Emperor who represents divine authority.

The underworld is both vast and small, barely large enough to contain an emperor.

The judge is a typical example of someone with low rank but great power.

The official rank is not high enough, but the power is too great, giving people the first impression of decentralization.

It was like throwing someone into a trench filled with fire and water.

Some have speculated that Tan Wenjie may have displeased the Jade Emperor by drinking and chatting with the monkey.

How could they openly slack off when working for the Jade Emperor? They all kept it hidden.

Others wondered how many positions Tan Wenjie held. He had achieved sainthood in the physical body, yet held important positions in various parts of the Three Realms. He could be called an all-powerful god, and the incense offerings from the people would probably reach an even higher level.

There was no trace of resentment on Tan Wenjie's face, only joy.

Although he wasn't officially appointed as a judge, having a position in the underworld is still quite good, as it makes it easier to farm the bonuses from the judge title. If he could even upgrade the "judge" title to a higher level, that would be an unexpected bonus.

The higher and rarer the title, the greater the bonus it provides.

He didn't care about the so-called reward but in reality demotion; all he wanted to do now was end the celebration banquet as soon as possible and take a trip to the underworld.

A gathering of celestial beings is truly boring.

As the crisp drumbeats began, a fragrant breeze wafted by, and Tan Wenjie, who was feeling drowsy, suddenly brightened up.

Wow, that was too hasty. No wonder everyone wants to become an immortal.

So many fairies!

Listening to music and watching dances, Tan Wenjie felt that his lifespan had increased considerably; watching fairies dance could indeed prolong life.

The fairies danced in their colorful gowns.

They come from the Moon Palace and are also known as "Chang'e". However, in this world, Chang'e refers to a specific person. Here, the fairy Chang'e has great magical power and was one of the high-level combat forces of the Heavenly Court before the Investiture of the Gods.

She's of a very high generation; Yang Jian should call her aunt.

As if sensing Tan Wenjie's gaze, Chang'e turned her head in the distance, and their eyes met.

Tan Wenjie raised his wine glass and offered a toast to Chang'e from afar.

With a slight smile, he tilted his head back and drank the fine wine in one gulp.

Other people's aunts are always the best.

"Let go of me, Roller Curtain! I want to fight him one-on-one!"

Marshal Tianpeng, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation, had tears welling up in his eyes. That was his own Chang'e, his beloved sister! What was so great about this pretty boy?

"Pfft!"

"Who's laughing?"

Marshal Tianpeng turned to look at the immortals and found that some of them were looking up, some were studying fingernails, and some were posing with chicken bones. The worst were two scoundrels who were covering their faces and shaking their shoulders.

Taking advantage of the lively atmosphere, the immortals drank and chatted happily. Marshal Tianpeng walked over to two immortals with his butt sticking out and patted them on the shoulder.

He said in a gloomy voice, "You two!"

"what happened?"

"Marshal Tianpeng, is there something you need from us?"

The two looked up, their expressions indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

"nothing."

Marshal Tianpeng turned around. Even if he caught someone laughing at him in this situation, there was nothing he could do, let alone the fact that he hadn't even managed to catch them in the act.

"Pfft, hahahaha!"

He quickly turned around and found that the two of them were still expressionless.

"Marshal, is there anything else?"

"Yes, Marshal, why are you staring at us like that? Is there something on our faces?" Marshal Tianpeng replied with a straight face, "No."

Back in his seat, he happened to see Tan Wenjie raising his wine cup and drinking with Chang'e across the distance.

He sat down angrily.

"Ow—!"

……

Drain the estuary.

"Brother Tan, have some tea."

"Thank you, Sister Chan."

Tan Wenjie took the tea, took a sip, and found that this kind of tea, which he was used to drinking from heavenly sources, was tasteless.

If I had known, I would have agreed to become the God of Justice. Then, the gods who needed connections wouldn't have come to me empty-handed for help, and I wouldn't have lacked good tea.

"Ah Jie, Wukong... how is Sun Wukong?" Jade Cauldron Immortal asked anxiously.

While others might not know, Tan Wenjie was aware of the relationship between Yu Ding and Sun Wukong.

Yang Jian also asked, "Yeah, Brother Jie, how's Sun Wukong doing?"

He differs from Nezha in that he doesn't believe that defying the heavens makes one a true hero, but he always has some respect for masters.

"I fought him for hundreds of rounds and we were evenly matched. Who knew that Laozi would throw down his Diamond Bracelet and take the opportunity to knock Sun Wukong unconscious and capture him," Tan Wenjie recounted the events of that time.

Yang Jian sighed, seemingly helpless that such a master had fallen to a sneak attack.

"What happens after we capture them?" Master Yuding asked again.

"He survived being struck by lightning and chopped by an axe, but was captured by Laozi and thrown into the Eight Trigrams Furnace, where he was to be burned to ashes."

Master Yu Ding was shocked: "Ah?!"

This is terrible. Even if Yuanshi Tianzun personally intervenes, Taishang Laojun might not give him face.

"Forty-nine days later..." Tan Wenjie looked up at the blue sky outside the window.

Forty-nine years is but a blink of an eye for a deity.

It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that he hadn't gone back to see his old friends for a long time.

Yes, I'll definitely do it next time.

The crowd quieted down. Yang Jian, having never met Sun Wukong and being unfamiliar with him, could only lament the passing of a proud and powerful figure.

Yang Chan was thinking about how Tan Wenjie was willing to submit to the Jade Emperor for her sake.

Master Yu Ding was thinking about his disciple, whose fate was full of twists and turns, and who he might never dare to acknowledge in this lifetime.

As for Tam Man-kit... he was reminiscing about the fairy-like dance at the celebration banquet.

As a progressive deity, he felt it was necessary to bring such a great invention as stockings into the daily necessities of fairies.

Ten thousand carefully selected beauties in the human world cannot compare to a fairy with long legs in stockings.

Speaking of fairies, he turned to look at the Third Holy Mother, who, as if by telepathy, also turned her gaze towards him.

Yang Jian: "Ahem."

I'm still sitting here.

After sitting for a while, Tan Wenjie got up to say goodbye.

He still needs to go to the underworld to be appointed as the Emperor of Rewards and Punishments, and to have the authority to manage the Book of Life and Death. He has to go and report for duty.

Not long after he left, Yang Jian suddenly turned and stared at his third sister.

"Second brother, what's wrong?" Yang Chan asked subconsciously.

Yang Jian shook his head: "It's nothing."

Even if the two of them were truly attracted to each other, he did not approve of Tan Wenjie marrying Yang Chan.

Unless, the rules of heaven are changed.

"Master, are you alright?" Yang Jian asked Yu Ding Zhenren with concern.

"Me? Of course I'm fine, hahaha."

……

This is Tan Wenjie's first visit to the underworld.

A chilling, ghostly realm, where will-o'-the-wisps flicker.

There is a teahouse in front of the Bridge of Helplessness, where Meng Po diligently provides free soup all year round.

"Can drinking this soup really make you forget your past life?" a ghost asked, holding up the Meng Po soup.

Meng Po replied, "You'll know once you drink it."

Upon hearing this, the ghost tilted its head back and gulped down the soup. It shook its head twice and then turned to look at its surroundings.

"The Soup of Oblivion...can drinking this soup really make you forget your past life?"

"You'll know once you drink it."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

It's one thing that drinking Meng Po's soup would worsen one's memory, but why does Meng Po herself seem to have a bad memory?

The ghost messengers at the back noticed that the group had been stuck for a long time, so they came to the front to check the situation and found Meng Po and the soup-drinking ghost locked in a stalemate.

The ghost messengers had no choice but to urge the group to continue forward.

The ghost, whose belly was swollen from drinking too much soup, swayed and walked forward, his stomach full of delicious soup.

"Huh, where did my soup go?" Meng Po looked down at the empty soup bowl, puzzled.

The second ghost: "..."

He worried that he would also be constantly fed soup until his belly was as big as a bucket.

"Don't worry," Meng Po said, looking at the second ghost. "I've been making soup for many, many years, it will be quick."

There was a stove for cooking soup right next to it.

Meng Po stirred the pot with a ladle, added a lot of seasonings, and then lifted the ladle to her lips to taste a mouthful.

"The taste is a bit bland."

After saying that, he continued to add seasonings.

The second ghost: "..."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

The reason for my poor memory has been found.

Holding a mourning stick, the ghost messenger responsible for maintaining order at the scene saw Tan Wenjie watching the commotion.

The ghost's magic was too powerful to see through, so the ghost messenger's attitude immediately became humble.

"Whom is the Taoist priest looking for?"

Having arrived in the underworld in a physical body and possessing extraordinary skills, one must be a Taoist priest from the mortal realm.

It couldn't possibly be a deity who has achieved physical immortality, could it? There are only a handful of deities in the world who have achieved physical immortality, and they wouldn't come here.

Tan Wenjie replied, "I am going to take up my post in the Yama Palace."

The ghost messenger nodded knowingly and became even more polite to Tan Wenjie, saying, "Just follow this road to the end."

"Thank you."

He flew forward quickly and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the end of the road, which was the Hall of Yama.

The ghost messengers along the way only glanced at him twice, and none of them dared to stop him.

"Is it the Emperor who rewards the good and punishes the evil?"

Someone came out, holding a judge's pen in his right hand and the Book of Life and Death in his left, making marks as he walked.

“Exactly.” Tan Wenjie nodded.

"I will send someone to take you to the mansion right now."

The other party never intended to let Tan Wenjie touch the Book of Life and Death or the Judge's Pen.

Tan Wenjie knew what the other person was thinking, so he was neither anxious nor angry.

Suddenly, he received a signal.

A new [Secret Realm] has begun.

Tan Wenjie exclaimed in surprise, "Another demonic test?" (End of Chapter)