Chapter 121 - Reporting. Again. (1/2)

In the nine heavens above, the incumbent heavenly emperor, Rong Su, was getting a major headache. He had just managed to make that hateful Longjun leave after ruling on the matter of the assassination attempt on his son and now one of the culprits had already run back to the high hall.

”Fate's scribe Shun Tao!” The heavenly emperor grit his teeth. ”Weren't we clear enough when we told you to reflect in your palace for the next one hundred days?”

Shun Tao dropped to his knees and bowed. ”Your Majesty! This lowly one wouldn't dare to not comply with your commands. This one only returned because he has something to report.” Shun Tao felt like crying.

Writing a fate for the crown prince's trial was a difficult task, yes. But just because of the expectations! Why had this turned into such a mess?! If everything had gone according to the fate he had written, His Highness would have passed quite a few minor and medium trials already.

The heavenly emperor's expression darkened. ”You said you've come to report something to us? What could that be? You haven't even been gone for an hour!”

Shun Tao took out Jing He's scroll of fate with a wry expression and fixated the ground in front of the heavenly emperor's feet. Damn. He'd certainly be subjected to the heavenly emperor's scolding again. He had had enough of that already!

”His Highness … His Highness' mortal reincarnation met a disciple of a daoist sect called 'Yun Zou sect' and was found to have the aptitude to become a cultivator. They have taken him back to their sect already. His Highness … The crown prince might be stepping onto the path of becoming a deity.”

The expected scolding didn't come. Shun Tao waited for a while but finally couldn't take it any longer. He took a peek and froze completely. The heavenly emperor that lost his temper on a regular basis seemed utterly floored.

The heavenly emperor closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He started to ask himself the same question as Qiu Ling: Why just why had the gods to undertake these trials? This was the second time this day somebody told him he might never see his son again! If his son's mortal reincarnation really became a cultivator and thus finally ascended as a deity his original body as a true born god, as well as all his memories of his life as Jing He, would be lost.

Jing He, my dear son, why do you have such bad luck? Considering your personality and outstanding abilities you shouldn't have had any problems facing these trials. I was merely worried before because you are my son and I don't want to see you suffer. But now it seems I should have worried even more. Who knew you might never come back to me?

He sighed again. As harsh as it may sound but he really hoped that this mortal Zhong Jing Yi would die soon so that he could have his son back. Even if Jing He was punished and lost some of his powers or even one of his senses, at least he would still be alive.

”We understand.” Rong Su came out of his thoughts. Nothing would come out of bemoaning heaven's law. He could only try to make sure his son would pass his trials and come back. ”You did the right thing informing us. Concentrate on preventing him from advancing on this path through his fate.”

Shun Tao nodded. ”As you command, Your Majesty.”

Rong Su tapped the armrest of his throne. ”Considering the severity of the consequences should you fail … Ask the god of war, Qiang Yan, for help. He shall assign some of his people to you.”

”Yes, Your Majesty. This one will plan accordingly.”

Rong Su nodded and waved him away. He sighed when the fate's scribe left his palace, hoping that his son would end his trial period soon.