Who Stole My Eggs?

The northern wolves drove the remaining deities from the southern kingdom to Xie Zuo like they were driving away prey.

Most of the southern deities were scholarly deities, already slender and fragile. Standing in front of the majestic and muscular pack of northern wolves, they looked like a group of trembling quails.

Xie Zuo’s eyes swept across the group of deities indifferently. Thinking of Mu Rong who died in vain, he felt a little more disgust toward them in his heart.

With a look from Xie Zuo, Alya stepped forward in person, pulled out a deity in purple clothes, and threw him to the ground unceremoniously.

Xie Zuo remembered him. His name was Zi Yu, and he was the deputy of the murdered deity, Man Yue. That day in Taixu Temple, he was the one who screamed the loudest, wanting to tear Xie Zuo into pieces, crushing his bones and scattering them into ashes.

Xie Zuo slowly squatted down, reached out, and grabbed Zi Yu’s hair, forcing him to raise his head to look at him. “Why do you hate me so much?”

Zi Yu trembled and said, “You… you are a demon, you always kill and doing evil… you bewitched the Great Thunder Deity and make him harm… you have harmed so many people…”

“Did you see it with your own eyes?”

Zi Yu didn’t dare to look into Xie Zuo’s eyes at all. “Tiandi… Tiandi says…”

Xie Zuo slightly tilted his head and looked at him. “I’m curious, how did you form such a narrow-minded thought?”

Alya said contemptuously, “They have always been so hypocritical. They advertise that all living beings in the six realms are equal all day long. In fact, they are all condescending, narrow-minded and shallow, and cannot accept that others are different from themselves. All living beings above him are equal, but below him, there is a clear hierarchy. Your Majesty does not have to talk nonsense to him. Let my wolf cubs eat him clean!”

Xie Zuo threw Zi Yu away and said, “Huo Yao may not like me killing people casually.”

The deities saw the hope of life in his words and kowtowed repeatedly to beg for mercy.

Now, the Divine Realm had handed over the Southern Kingdom to others, which was tantamount to abandoning them completely. Xie Zuo was their master, letting them live and die.

Lao Luo walked around Zi Yu twice and said to Xie Zuo, “Your Majesty, he was selected by the former Southern Emperor Yun Jue. He had no great potential as a man. He was just a Taoist boy in the Emperor’s Palace. Because he excelled in the tea ceremony, he devoted himself to offering tea to the emperor’s statue every day and was noticed by Yun Jue, and then he went to heaven—”

“No wonder,” Xie Zuo said. “Everything he has was obtained by flattering his superiors.”

Zi Yu didn’t even dare to breathe. Lao Luo’s words reminded him of when he was a mortal a thousand years ago. He was born into a family of officials, and his ancestors had also been prosperous. In his father’s generation, because his father was a royal censor and violated the wishes of his superiors, he ended up losing his official position and wealth, the family fortune was in decline.

In order to survive, Zi Yu became a Taoist boy in Emperor Yun Jue’s palace. He discovered that even in the Taoist world, which claimed to be aloof from the world, as long as he could get the love of the Taoist priest, his life would be better than that of other brothers. Then he thought about his father, who spoke uprightly but died in a foreign country. What was the point?

Zi Yu carefully served the Taoist priest and took care of everything in the emperor’s palace. When he was raised to heaven by Yun Jue and became the immortal that mortals dream of, he discovered that the divine world was no different from the human world. As long as he could please the superior, principles, bottom lines, and truths didn’t matter!

For thousands of years, Zi Yu followed such rules, and his life as a deity was enjoyable. And his upright and old-fashioned father had long been forgotten by him.

Mortals were too insignificant compared to deities. His father worked hard all his life and got nothing. Before he died, he only said a few useless things. No one would listen, not even his son.

Zi Yu shook like a leaf. At this moment, he thought of his father again. Why did his father dare to go against the intentions of his superiors? Why was he never afraid of persecution? Could what he insisted on really make him so brave?

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Xie Zuo looked at these soft-headed deities from the South and suddenly felt bored. That day at the Taixu Temple, they were all filled with indignation and wanted to rush up and bite him, but now they knelt down so completely.

There were countless deities in the Southern Kingdom. Those with outstanding qualifications and achievements had been promoted by Yun Jue to become close divine envoys, a total of one hundred and eight. One hundred and one divine envoys, including Mu Rong, had died tragically before. Including Qing Zhi who was killed by Feng Yi on his behalf, there were only six lefts.