Who Stole My Eggs?

When Xie Zuo arrived at the palace, at first glance he thought he had gone to the wrong place, to someone’s funeral hall!

The last time he visited, the chattering deities were all dressed in colorful clothes and looked like a bunch of colorful feather dusters together. This time, they collectively wore black robes, were barefoot, and all had disheveled hair.

Those who knew about it said they were deities, while those who didn’t might have thought they had gathered for a funeral.

Fortunately, Rain Deity Lin and Mu Rong, who stood at the head, were still dressed as usual.

“The emperor is here!”

“The emperor!”

The deities surged and shouted to Xie Zuo.

Xie Zuo said impatiently, “Stop shouting, tell me if you have anything to say!”

Xie Zuo really wanted to throw these annoying deities away so they could no longer buzz around, but unfortunately, he couldn’t do it at all.

Mu Rong stepped out of the queue and saluted Xie Zuo with a straight face. “Your Majesty, I have come to see you and have important things to report.”

“Mu Rong? Why are you so cold and callous toward me?”

Mu Rong calmed his breathing and focused on himself: “Emperor, the divine messenger Lin has great merits in saving the world, and Tiandi have issued a decree, promoting Lin as the Supreme Deity. He will take charge of the rain in all directions and will take office soon.”

“Xiao Lin has been promoted to the Supreme Deity!” Xie Zuo said happily. “This is a great thing! Xiao Lin, congratulations!”

Rain Deity Lin cupped his hands with a smile and said, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Mu Rong continued with a serious expression, “After Lin is promoted, there will be a vacancy in our area’s rain deity position. Does the emperor have someone he prefers?”

Xie Zuo was puzzled. How could he choose anyone? He didn’t know most of these deities from the Southern Kingdom and knew nothing about the matters in the Southern Kingdom. How could he make a choice?

Just as Xie Zuo was about to speak, Mu Rong continued, “Your Majesty, the Divine Messengers Black Cloud, Wind, and Shuangze failed in the human world. The positions of the Feng Mountain, Wu Mountain, and Meng Mountain Dharma Protectors in our country have also been vacated. Does the Emperor have any suggestions?”

The Wind Messenger referred to Yuzhao. The Black Cloud Messenger was Wuzhao, the initiator of the Southern Kingdom’s devastation. Shuangze—could that have been Mengzhao’s name when he was a divine messenger?

After Mu Rong finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and waited for Xie Zuo’s decision. Unexpectedly, his legs grew numb as he waited, but Xie Zuo didn’t say a word.

Mu Rong finally couldn’t help but look up, only to find that Xie Zuo was sitting cross-legged on the Lotus Platform, resting his chin on one hand and sleeping with his eyes closed.

The fire in Mu Rong’s heart suddenly surged! This man, this willful, irresponsible person, had the same lazy and careless character whether in heaven or on earth!

“Emperor!” Mu Rong tried hard to suppress his anger and urged, “Please give me your instructions.”

Xie Zuo lazily raised his eyelids, “What are you telling me? I don’t know who among you is who or who is suitable for what.”

Mu Rong tried to speak, but Xie Zuo signaled him to stop. He stood up and pointed at the group of dark clothed deities. “I will give you three orders.”

The deities immediately knelt down and looked eagerly at Xie Zuo: Finally, the emperor was giving orders!

Xie Zuo raised a slender finger, “First, don’t call me unless I summon you.”

He raised a second finger, “Second, change your clothes and headwear for me, and put on your shoes! It’s unlucky to be crowded together like a bunch of crows.”

Xie Zuo also noticed that they were imitating his own dress and was speechless. He looked chic, but their disheveled hair was truly indecent.

“Third,” Xie Zuo raised his third finger, “Report the matter to Mu Rong for decision. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The deities looked at each other. This was truly strange. What was the origin of their new emperor? He disappeared as soon as he said he would disappear, and no one could find him. He finally showed up once, and he firmly asserted his authority. He listened to Mu Rong in everything, but who was truly the emperor?

Although the deities had many doubts, none of them dared to refute Xie Zuo.

The Immortal Realm was divided into four directions: east, west, north, and south, controlled by the King of the East China Sea, the Phoenix Emperor of the West, the Emperor of the Southern Kingdom, and the King of the Northern Plains. They had absolute control over the deities within their jurisdiction, and life and death were subject to their thoughts.

Xie Zuo waited for a while, and when no one refuted him, he waved his hand, “Everyone go down, you all are busy. Xiao Lin and Mu Rong stay.”

The deities dispersed and went back to change their clothes and fix their hair. Some looked for shoes.

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In the temple, Xie Zuo saw Mu Rong turning around to leave, so he hurriedly stopped him, “Mu Rong, don’t go!”

Mu Rong’s back remained straight, and he didn’t look back at him, “The emperor is good at summoning people. Mu Rong is your substitute emperor in the human world, and I can’t escape here. What else do you need?”

“Mu Rong, come closer! Brother, I can’t get out. Look!”

As he walked under the Lotus Platform, thunder and lightning suddenly exploded above his head, and the fences made of lightning surrounded him like snakes, preventing him from crossing the line again.

Mu Rong and Rain Deity Lin finally realized something was wrong. No wonder he couldn’t descend; he couldn’t get off at all!

Mu Rong rushed to Xie Zuo first. His eyes were as red as a rabbit. He reached out to touch Xie Zuo, but his hand was caught by lightning.

“Be careful,” Xie Zuo complained, “Don’t you see this thing can bite?”

“What’s going on? You… who are you?”

Xie Zuo smiled, “I’m your elder brother. Have you really forgotten me?”

“You…!” If he could reach him, Mu Rong would have punched him. He would kill him for running away and jumping into the furnace without saying goodbye.

Mu Rong gritted his teeth and said, “You’re just a fool, Yunzhao, the biggest fool in the world! Think back on your childhood—when did you do something foolish that I didn’t follow you in? You just saved me but ran away and died by yourself. You, you aren’t even human!”

Two lines of hot tears flowed from Mu Rong’s eyes. He suppressed these feelings for too long and suffered for too long.

When he searched for Xie Zuo but couldn’t find him, he learned from Feng Yi that Xie Zuo and Xiao Lin had jumped into the Wu Mountain’s furnace to eliminate the plague, and their bones and blood had together turned into the heavy rain that saved the people. This news broke his heart so much.

When he recovered his memory as a divine messenger, he became even more frightened. The six realms were so vast and he had no idea which realm his elder brother came from or which realm he would go to later. How slim was the hope of seeing his elder brother again!

Mu Rong later thought of Huo Yao. He was the omnipotent Deity of Thunder and should have known who his brother was. However, no one had seen Huo Yao since his brother’s death.

Who knew, this guy—this guy suddenly appeared and became the new emperor of the Southern Kingdom.

Mu Rong cried loudly, and the more he cried, the sadder he became.

Xie Zuo was moved at first, but it was clear that Mu Rong kept crying and couldn’t stop. “Stop, stop, stop, stop crying. My good brother, I don’t know how long I can stay. Let’s talk seriously for a while.”

Mu Rong tried to suppress his crying and wiped his eyes with his sleeves. “Brother, who the hell are you?”

“My real name is Xie Zuo,” Xie Zuo said hesitantly, not wanting to reveal his identity as the Demon King. Suddenly, he felt the force pulling him back again, and he couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Where is Huo Yao? Why didn’t he come to me?”

Before he could hear Mu Rong and Xiao Lin’s answers, he had already fallen back into the abyss.