Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

"Fourth brother! Are you serious? You can appoint gods? Are the heavenly positions empty? Is the underworld empty too? Then tell me, what kind of god can your second brother be? How about the God of War?"

Zhu Gaoxu was already so excited that he could hardly sit still. As soon as Zhu Gaoxi finished speaking, he jumped up as if struck by lightning, and the chair was kicked over to the ground with a bang.

He was holding a jade tablet and recording a video. He started recording when the fourth brother said the words "Investiture of the Gods". But when he heard the later part, his fingers trembled so much that he almost dropped the jade tablet. The video shook several times before it stabilized.

The veins on his neck bulged, his face flushed red with extreme excitement, and he bombarded Zhang Fu with questions, his spittle almost landing on Zhang Fu's face.

The poor chair had already been kicked twice by Zhu Gaoxu within a short period of fifteen minutes, and now lay sprawled on the ground, as if silently accusing something.

Zhang Fu remained motionless, because his mind had completely stopped working, and he didn't have time to wipe the saliva off his face.

The expressions of the people in the tent were varied, but without exception, they all seemed to have their souls out of their bodies and wandering in the heavens.

They sat there blankly, their eyes unfocused, their mouths slightly open, almost drooling.

Qiu Fu's teacup hung suspended in mid-air, tea spilling all over the table without his noticing, as if he had been frozen in place by a spell.

His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. It was as if ten thousand war drums were beating in his head at the same time, making his ears ring.

Conferring of godhood? He had barely recovered from the shock of the teleportation portal and the beast legion, and hadn't even caught his breath when His Highness Prince Rui dropped another bombshell.

He spent half his life worshipping at the Guandi Temple and the City God Temple, bowing countless times and burning countless sticks of incense to those clay and wooden statues of gods.

The young man in front of him now told him that the spaces behind those statues were empty.

And those positions might be his to sit in in the future. He had fought half his life and for the first time felt that his imagination was not enough.

"Investiture of the Gods—Investiture of the Gods—Investiture of the Gods…" Zhang Fu, standing to the side, suddenly crushed the teacup in his hand. The words "Investiture of the Gods" kept echoing in his head as if a thunderbolt had exploded. His eyes were fixed on Zhu Gaoxi, who was half-reclining on the cloud chair.

When Xue Bin, who was standing to his side, heard the words "Investiture of the Gods," his hand trembled violently, and the entire cup of tea spilled onto his leg. The scalding tea made him shiver through his pants, but he was oblivious to it. He just stared blankly at Zhu Gaoxi, his eyes wide like copper bells.

They began to realize clearly that they were witnessing something far more significant than the Jingnan Rebellion. No, the Jingnan Rebellion was merely a change of dynasty, while this was a change of world order.

The Sealing of the Gods? The positions of gods for wind, rain, thunder, lightning, sun, moon, and stars—His Highness told them that those positions were still unoccupied, and that whoever would occupy those positions might just be one of them.

Their hearts began to pound wildly, faster than when they charged into battle, as if a war drum was beating in their chests, making their breathing erratic.

Qiu Sheng, Zheng Cong, Zhang Ni, and other officials from Prince Rui's residence, who had been standing respectfully to the side, couldn't hold back their composure upon hearing these words.

The Dao Ancestor granted the title of deity to Prince Rui, so wouldn't Prince Rui then be the Heavenly Emperor? As officials of Prince Rui's household, wouldn't they be close ministers of the Heavenly Emperor? They would certainly be able to be deified as well!

Zheng Cong secretly pinched himself, and gasped in pain before confirming that he wasn't dreaming.

Xu Jingchang was the first to react, and he led all the officials of Prince Rui's residence to kneel down. With clasped hands and trembling lips, they shouted in unison, "We are willing to die for Your Highness!"

The only regret was that they didn't have time to record the event. It wasn't that they didn't want to, but Zhu Di and the Prince of Han were both in the tent. In such a grand setting, holding up the jade tablet and banging it around would have been somewhat disrespectful to the emperor.

The officials of Prince Rui's mansion sighed inwardly, knowing they could only etch this historic scene into their minds.

Fortunately, His Highness the Prince of Han has already been recording the meeting with the jade tablet. It shouldn't be difficult to get a copy from him after the meeting.

The officials of the Prince of Han's residence were in no better shape. They pushed and shoved each other, trying to get closer, but dared not overstep the bounds of propriety. They could only crane their necks as much as possible, afraid of missing a single word.

When they heard the words "Investiture of the Gods," they were completely stunned. When they saw the officials of Prince Rui's mansion kneeling on the ground, they were even more envious. They didn't know if others could become gods, but for these close officials of Prince Rui's mansion, it was definitely a case of one person attaining enlightenment and all their relatives and friends rising to heaven.

If even Prince Rui could be deified, how bad could his subordinates be?

Zhu Di's reaction was much more restrained than Zhu Gaochi's, but those who knew him well knew that the emperor was in a state of extreme shock at the moment.

He sat upright in the commander's seat, his hands resting on his knees, seemingly calm and composed, but a closer look revealed that his fingers were trembling slightly.

He had been emperor for half his life, conquering most of the country. In addition, he had witnessed the fourth prince's various supernatural abilities in recent days. He thought he had seen the world and there would be nothing that could shock him anymore. However, he still underestimated the fourth prince.

The fourth brother's words just now completely shattered his mental ceiling.

He had only thought that since the fourth brother was a disciple of a deity, he could help him prolong his life and live a few more years. He thought that when the fourth brother ascended to immortality, he might be able to reserve a place for him on the side.

But now the fourth brother is telling him that it's not about making room for him in the Immortal Realm, but that the entire Divine Path has to be built from scratch.

What are we building? There's no Heavenly Court or Underworld yet. Isn't the Great Ming Divine Kingdom, which will last for ten thousand generations, a thousand times better than any kind of immortality?

Thinking of this, his breathing quickened: "Fourth brother, is what you say true? Did the Dao Ancestor really allow you to be deified in the mortal realm?"

Zhu Gaoxi nodded, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the weather: "Hmm. That's why I said I won't be stingy with these magical treasures; just register and exchange them with the officials in the Prince's Palace according to your military merits."

He turned to Qiu Fu and gave him a gentle smile: "General Qiu, as the commander-in-chief of this campaign against Annam, you have been stationed here for several months. You must be tired. I will give you a special set of magical artifacts later as compensation for your dedication to the front lines these past few days."

Qiu Fu shuddered, stood up abruptly, and clasped his hands in a salute, his arms trembling: "This humble general...this humble general thanks Your Highness for your great kindness!"

Having fought half his life, this was the first time he felt that being sent to Annam for these few months was not a hardship, but a great stroke of luck.