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The Heavenly Court is truly in chaos.

But this chaos is by no means the physical destruction caused by Sun Wukong's havoc in the Heavenly Palace back then.

It is a more thorough and far-reaching collapse of social order.

The Dao hearts of all the immortals seemed to be quietly corroded by some indescribable force.

Ever since that extraordinary mortal artifact called "The Way of the Sparrow" was taken back to the Tushita Palace by Laozi,

The administrative efficiency of the entire Heavenly Court dropped to zero at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It should be noted that Laozi, the Supreme Lord, used to live a secluded life and rarely went out.

But at least they will still open the furnace to refine elixirs on time, providing the immortals of Heaven with "medical insurance drugs" that prolong life.

Even the mortal enemies, Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu, would occasionally put aside their grudges.

Each of them set up an altar to preach, "brainwashing" their disciples and immortals to maintain the ideology of the Heavenly Court.

But now, everything has changed.

At this moment, the gates of the Tushita Palace were tightly closed, exuding an aura that kept people at a distance.

The quiet, unassuming chanting of scriptures no longer echoed from within the palace, nor did the refreshing fragrance of elixirs waft out.

Instead, there was the incessant, penetrating sound of shuffling cards day and night.

And from time to time, the gods would engage in heated arguments, their faces flushed red.

"Bang! Tongtian, what are you doing?! That was the old Taoist's master who did it, and you stole my thunder?!" Laozi was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at his opponent.

He was still holding a seven of bamboo in his hand, and his face looked like he was about to breathe fire.

"I'm going to intercept you!" The Tongtian Sect Leader showed no weakness and pushed the cards back with his hand.

His eyes were sharp, carrying the same ruthlessness he had shown when he fought the Four Saints: "This is called seizing a sliver of hope, don't you understand?!"

"Yuanshi! Did you steal the cards?!" Laozi suddenly turned his gun on Yuanshi Tianzun.

His eyes were sharp, as if he could see through the sleeves of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, making him look exactly like a gambler who had lost everything.

"I clearly remember that the Five of Bamboo was with you!!" he roared, his Taoist robe trembling slightly with excitement.

Yuanshi Tianzun's lips twitched, inwardly cursing the old Taoist for becoming more and more regressive.

The sage, who was usually pure and detached from worldly desires, completely lost his composure over a few small dominoes.

The immortals squatted at the entrance of the Tushita Palace, scratching their heads in frustration.

They craned their necks, practically burying their ears in the crack of the door, listening with rapt attention.

Nezha was crouching on the crack in the door, his red-tasseled spear long ago lying on the ground, the tassel covered in celestial soil.

He pressed his ear against the door, his eyes gleaming: "This sound... is this 'Mahjong Way'? Why does it sound even more exhilarating than war drums?!"

The desire for his hand, the thrill of the unknown, caused his magical power to surge subtly.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian stood aside, striving to maintain the dignity of the God of Justice.

But the celestial hound was already pacing anxiously on the ground, making low "woof woof" sounds.

It sniffed anxiously through the crack in the door, hoping to get in and share the spoils.

"True Lord, how about... we use our Heavenly Eye to see the battle situation inside?" the Meishan brothers beside him urged.

They were equally aroused by the "whoosh" sound.

"Nonsense!" Yang Jian glared at them, feigning seriousness.

However, the third eye between his eyebrows opened slightly, uncontrollably.

A wisp of golden divine light quietly emanated, peering into the world within the door.

"How can one spy on a battle between sages? ... However, taking a quick look at the rules shouldn't be considered an offense, right?" he retorted stubbornly.

However, the real crisis does not lie with the restless onlookers outside the door.

It was on that square mahjong table.

Mahjong is a game for four players.

There are only three people in the Three Pure Ones group, so no matter how they are rotated, there will always be one person missing.

This is driving people with OCD crazy.

For these three sages who pursued the "perfect path," such imperfection was unbearable.

Thus, the Jade Emperor, as the nominal supreme ruler of Heaven, was forced to sit on the table.

He sat at the table, feeling extremely uneasy.

This was originally an honor.

To be able to compete on the same stage with three sages is an opportunity that countless gods would beg for, and it is something to boast about for billions of years.

But the Jade Emperor now only wants to cry.

He looked at Laozi's bloodshot eyes, and then at the Tongtian Sect Leader's face, which was filled with the word "ruthlessness".

And then there was the seemingly calm expression on Yuanshi Tianzun's face, which actually concealed a deep scheming; a chill ran down my spine.

"Your Majesty, it's your turn." The Tongtian Sect Leader toyed with a "Nine of Bamboo" card, urging impatiently.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? Are you trying to renege on your promise?" His words showed absolutely no respect for the Heavenly Emperor.

The Jade Emperor held a token in his hand, cold sweat dripping down his forehead and soaking his nine-dragon golden robe.

It's so hard for him.

Won?

That would be a slap in the face to the sage. Would he still be able to hold onto his position as the ruler of the three realms?

And if the saints lose, will they really admit defeat?

We lost?

That really broke my heart!

These saints don't play games; they don't want spiritual stones or incense—these are worldly things.

They keep talking about innate spiritual treasures, top-grade materials, and those rare, one-of-a-kind items!

The Jade Emperor's eyes twitched, and his heart bled.

"Um... shall I... shall I play for wealth?" The Jade Emperor shakily pushed the cards out.

His voice was almost inaudible, carrying a hint of pleading, hoping the card would pass safely.

"Damn!" Laozi's eyes lit up, as if his depleted dantian was instantly filled with spiritual energy.

He snatched the card, slammed it down, and shouted with fervor, "A winning hand! I've won!"

"Ten baskets of peaches from the three-thousand-year-old peaches of immortality for each family! Plus five jars of the finest nectar!" Laozi's face was filled with the joy of victory.

The Jade Emperor's vision went black, and he felt a dizzying sensation on his head, almost fainting on the spot.

That was the Queen Mother's reserve for the Peach Banquet!

Normally, if he tries to sneak one item, he gets nagged for ages, and now so many are gone all at once?!

If he loses everything, won't the Queen Mother of the West skin him alive when he gets back?

He could almost see the Queen Mother's face, made even more beautiful by the "man-slaying color" she had applied, looking at him with murderous intent.

"No... we can't go on like this." While the Three Pure Ones were counting their spoils, the Jade Emperor used the excuse of "going to the toilet" (although immortals don't need to go to the toilet).

He secretly slipped away to a corner of the Tushita Palace, his heart filled with despair.

He took out his phone and, with trembling fingers, opened that familiar chat group.

The group chat was already in an uproar because of the battle situation at the Tushita Palace.

Rumors were flying everywhere, with everyone speculating what treasure the saints had lost again.

[Jade Emperor]: @Chen Xi, mortal! Save me!

[The Jade Emperor]: I can't hold on much longer! These three old guys are too ruthless!

His fingertips trembled as he typed those words, his usual authority completely gone.

[Jade Emperor]: Are there any glasses that can see through things? Or sleeves that can change cards?

He had completely lost his composure at this moment, throwing all notions of the Heavenly Emperor's face, rules, and traditions to the back of his mind.

[Jade Emperor]: I am willing to exchange a wisp of my "Haotian Mirror" for it!

The Haotian Mirror is a supreme treasure used to suppress the fortune of the Heavenly Court, and its clones are priceless.

The automatic reply Chen Xi set up was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

[Chen Xi]: (Automatic reply) Sorry, our store operates with integrity and cheating is strictly prohibited.

The Jade Emperor looked at this cold, indifferent reply and was utterly despairing.

He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and sent a photo directly to the group chat.

The photo shows an exquisitely crafted jade carving, which is a paperweight on the dragon table in the Lingxiao Palace.

Its entire body is radiant with light and color, and it is made from ancient dragon bones, exuding an ancient and desolate aura.

[Jade Emperor]: @Everyone, who wants this thing? Let's trade it for some hard currency! I need to recoup my investment!

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The mighty Jade Emperor is actually selling off his possessions in a group chat just to raise money for gambling?!

The complete collapse of this "superstructure" has disastrous consequences.

With the big shots having so much fun, how can the lower-level officials concentrate on their work?

The Thunder God stopped thundering, leaving the mortal realm to suffer a severe drought, with the clouds remaining empty.

The Goddess of Lightning stopped discharging electricity, and electrical appliances in the mortal world short-circuited from time to time, rendering lightning spells completely ineffective.

The Old Man of the Moon was completely bewildered, his red thread of fate a complete mess, resulting in countless unhappy couples in the mortal realm.

Everyone in the group was frantically tagging Chen Xi.

Their eyes burned with a desire for "the way of mahjong" and a pursuit of excitement.

【Nezha】: @Chen Xi, another set! No matter the conditions, I want a set of mahjong!

He raised his red-tasseled spear again, but this time not for battle, but to vent his excitement.

[Erlang Shen]: Chen Xi, I have a method for cultivating a third eye. Let's exchange it for a "Mahjong Way"!

Yang Jian no longer cared about being reserved and directly unleashed his signature skills.

[God of Wealth]: I'll offer a mountain of gold! All I need is a deck of cards! The star deities and I have already set up the table, all we need are the cards!

For the God of Wealth, gold is nothing; he just wants to experience the thrill of "winning" as soon as possible.

That kind of extreme lack of entertainment, and an extreme desire for unknown stimulation.

In this celestial realm that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years, it was completely detonated.

Inside Base 001.

Chen Xi looked at the screen full of purchase requests, and saw those usually unapproachable figures becoming as humble as dust for a few plastic and bamboo plaques.

He put down the teacup and gently placed it on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Old Li." Chen Xi's voice was soft, yet it carried a coldness that suggested he controlled everything.

"See that?" He pointed to the names of the gods on the screen, a playful smile curving his lips.

"When desire is ignited, even gods are just more powerful mortals."

He did not reply immediately.

He picked up his teacup, took a small sip of water, and let the messages on the screen continue to scroll wildly.

He closed his eyes, sensing the surging resentment and anticipation emanating from the Heavenly Court.

He knew that now was not the best time.

He needs to wait a little longer.

I waited for another ten minutes.

Once the resentment and expectations in the group reach their peak, it's like boiling magma, ready to erupt at any moment.

He slowly typed out a line of text.

[Chen Xi]: Everyone, mahjong is a divine object that contains the principles of heaven, and its production is extremely low (in fact, there are still five hundred boxes in the warehouse).

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone carrying an undeniable arrogance.

[Chen Xi]: This second hand of cards...

He paused deliberately, whetting the appetites of all the immortals.

[Chen Xi]: We need to pay more.

that moment.

The celestial beings in Heaven seemed to hear a demon's whisper.

The voice was cold and ruthless, yet it carried an irresistible allure.

But they had no choice but to offer up their most precious treasures, like moths to a flame.