People in Conferred Gods: Rising from humble beginnings, I am the God of Wealth

Chapter 56 Play the game of Haotian again, seeking the help of Baidi!
"Late Xuanxian period?!"

Yang Xuan's spiritual sense swept over the little white tiger and he was immediately startled.

When the little white tiger followed him to the lower world, it had only the cultivation level of an initial Xuanxian. Now, only three thousand years have passed, and after refining a drop of white tiger blood, its cultivation level has broken through to the late Xuanxian stage.

If he had another drop of White Tiger blood, wouldn't he be able to break through to the Great Perfection of Xuanxian, attract the Golden Immortal Tribulation, and overcome the tribulation to become a Golden Immortal?

This cultivation speed is even faster than Yang Xuan!

"Well... now all the four spiritual god positions are vacant. When you reach the Great Perfection of Xuanxian, I will arrange a Western White Tiger god position for you to reduce the difficulty of the Golden Immortal Tribulation."

Yang Xuan twisted the little white tiger off his head and rubbed its soft fur.

When he returns to heaven this time, Haotian will definitely not let him down with his reward.

By then, he will have higher authority in Heaven, and no one will say anything if he plans a fifth-grade god position for Little White Tiger.

Even if Haotian knew about it, he would probably turn a blind eye.

This time he asked the Heavenly Court to add a second-rank emperor. What's wrong with taking a fifth-rank god position?
Besides, with Little White Tiger's status, he is indeed qualified.

After he passed the Golden Immortal Tribulation, his virtue and position matched each other, and no one could find fault with him.

Yang Xuan had no worries at all about whether the little white tiger could survive the Golden Immortal Tribulation.

With his background as a little white tiger, and the fact that his cultivation was improved by refining the white tiger's essence and blood, his foundation is extremely solid.

The fire and wind disasters caused by the Golden Immortal Tribulation posed no threat to him, and as for the lightning disasters, they were not a problem either.

Can the people in the God of Wealth Temple be stumped by the thunder? Don’t I, the God of Wealth, have any dignity?!

Yang Xuan shook his heavy sleeves and smiled complacently.

Then, he took out a green jade bottle, poured out a drop of white tiger blood, and put it to the little white tiger's mouth.

"Here, eat this."

“Ouch! (No!)”

The little white tiger raised its little paw and pressed it on Yang Xuan's hand, with a look of resistance on its face.

It’s true that he likes to sleep, but when he is refining the White Tiger’s blood essence, it can’t be considered sleeping at all.

During the three thousand years of sleep, all his mind was focused on refining the white tiger's blood essence. That yawn simply showed that he was tired. This was not really sleeping!

"Your sister is still trapped in the long river of fate. The higher your cultivation, the sooner she can return..."

Having said this, Yang Xuan was suddenly stunned, his eyes flickering, as if thinking about something.

Now the thrones of the Four Spirits are vacant, and so are the thrones of the Five Emperors of the Five Directions.

Then can we plan a Western White Emperor for Sister Baihu? Anyway, Shaohao has not ascended to heaven yet. With Sister Baihu's cultivation and status, she is suitable for the position of White Emperor.

If Sister Baihu can obtain the throne of Baidi, she will have more connections with the prehistoric world, and perhaps the time required to return from the long river of destiny can be shortened.

With the relationship with Little White Tiger, when Sister White Tiger returns, Yang Xuan will have another quasi-saint to back him up.

The world of prehistoric times is not about fighting and killing, but about the ways of the world. As the God of Wealth, it's reasonable for me to have a wider network of contacts, right?
After thinking this through, Yang Xuan made a decision. He took out the Nine Heavens Immortal Scroll and used it as a medium, silently reciting in his heart:
"Praise be to the Supreme Supreme Lord of the Golden Palace of Heaven, the Wonderful and Natural Jade Emperor of Miro, the Great Saint of Yaochi, the Queen Mother of the West, the Supreme Pure Spirit Yuanjun, who commands all the immortals!"

……

Mirotian, Lingxiao Palace.

Haotian and Jinmu both had strange expressions on their faces when they heard the voices coming from their ears.

"This is Lord Yang Xuan calling us again. I wonder if he has found another high-ranking god for the Heavenly Court..."

During the more than 3,000 years that Yang Xuan had been in the mortal world, he had called them three times in total.

The first time was to poach the alien races in Jiuzhou. According to their reasoning, as long as this plan succeeded, at least 10% of the alien races in Jiuzhou would ascend to heaven.

The second time was even more outrageous. They directly pulled Dayu up to heaven and made him the second-rank god in heaven - the Water Official Emperor!
Although Dayu is only a part-time position now and can only perform part of the divine duties, he needs to wait until the fortune of the human race is stable and Dayu can enter and exit the Fire Cloud Cave at will before he can send a golden statue to sit in the Heavenly Palace.

But even so, it relieved a lot of pressure on Haotian and Jinmu, and greatly increased the prestige of the Heavenly Court and made the relationship with the human race closer.

This is a great achievement!
Now, only two thousand years had passed, and Yang Xuan called them again. For some reason, Haotian and Jinmu felt a huge pressure when they heard Yang Xuan's voice.

It's like a boss who is always giving up, but has an extremely motivated employee who comes back with orders worth millions from time to time and drags the boss out to sign contracts in the middle of the night.

From a certain perspective, Haotian and Jinmu are really two extremely bad leaders. After all, several epochs have passed, and the Heavenly Court is still in this mess...

“Praise…”

Just as Haotian and Jinmu were stunned, Yang Xuan's voice came to their ears again. They looked at each other, and their expressions became more and more weird.

Why are you still rushing me?

"I have to respond to your call, my dear Lord."

Haotian laughed out loud, and he and Jinmu followed Yang Xuan's call and landed on the nameless hill. Two figures appeared in front of Yang Xuan.

"Why did you call us here, my dear?"

Yang Xuan bowed respectfully first, and then said calmly:
"Your Majesty, I have found a senior who may be able to take on the position of White Emperor of the West."

Haotian:......

Mother Jin: ...

No, what is this? The White Emperor of the West? This is the first-class emperor? Do you have to be so exaggerated?
Also, how come you can still look so calm when such a big thing happened?
If Haotian and Jinmu were not both quasi-saints, they would probably not have complained in their hearts but would have said it out loud.

They have been in power in Heaven for dozens of epochs, but in the end Heaven is still an empty shell.

Yang Xuan has only been a member of the Heavenly Court for over 50,000 years. He first recruited a second-rank emperor, and now he has discovered a creature who matches the status of the White Emperor of the West.

This gap is too big!

After some complaints, Haotian and Jinmu both looked happy.

If another first-rank emperor returns to the throne, their pressure will be reduced a little.

But according to what Yang Xuan said, he just found a living being who matched the status of the Western White Emperor. If he wanted to get him to join the Heavenly Court, it would probably take some effort.

Haotian and Jinmu looked at each other and said in a deep voice:

"I don't know who the living being you are talking about is. Please tell us about it."

Yang Xuan didn't beat around the bush. He rubbed the little white tiger's head and said:

"Reporting to your majesty, this person is the elder sister of this little white tiger. She is an ancient white tiger and has the cultivation level of a quasi-saint."

"Although she died unexpectedly in the ancient times, her true spirit returned to the long river of fate."

"But as long as Your Majesty promises her the position of the White Emperor of the West and helps her return soon, she will be grateful after she returns to the prehistoric world and will hopefully join the Heavenly Court and take on the position of the White Emperor of the West."

Upon hearing this, Haotian and Jinmu both showed a look of confusion.

The position of a god in heaven can indeed deepen the connection between the true spirit and the ancient world, allowing the true spirits of the Golden Immortals and Quasi-Sages to return faster after their death.

But this has an important prerequisite, that is, it is necessary to complete the pardon and seal during one's lifetime, so that one can use the induction with the divine position to gain more contact with the prehistoric world and reduce the time required to return.

But the problem is, Little White Tiger’s sister died in ancient times, how can he accept pardon now?
"Could it be that Lord Yang Xuan has some way to get in touch with the White Tiger Spirit in the River of Destiny, so that she can accept the position of God and complete the amnesty?"

Thinking of this, Haotian glanced at Yang Xuan's brows and asked in a deep voice:
"Are you sure, my dear?"

"I'm not 100% sure, only about 70%."

"…This is the seal of the White Emperor. If you can get in touch with the White Tiger's true spirit, you can grant amnesty and seal it yourself!"

Haotian exercised the authority of the Emperor of Heaven, condensed a platinum-colored seal, placed it in Yang Xuan's hand, then disconnected his mind from the Golden Mother and handed the matter over to him entirely.

70%? Only? Haha!

This is the first-class emperor god position. I don’t want to talk to people like you!

(End of this chapter)