Venerated Venomous Consort

Sooner or later, Celestial Master Gu might replace Celestial Master Zuo.

It seemed that Lady Luck was smiling down on Gu Xijiu! However, she also put in a lot of effort to achieve a level ten spiritual power. Thus, there were not many competitors on this continent now.

Perhaps, the responsibilities of this continent would soon be Gu Xijiu’s, and Celestial Master Zuo would be the past.

Since The Lord spoke for Gu Xijiu publicly, the rest had certainly no courage to doubt the result, and they did not dare to share any opinions anymore.

Mu Feng brought the young prince out right away as he must be sent to the Dark Forest according to the rules.

Countless pairs of eyes were gazing at Gu Xijiu; some seemed to be relieved and some were envious. Regardless, another test was over.

Before leaving, Gu Xijiu courteously bowed to The Lord after a complete and flawless ceremony. She then leaped down from the stage without turning back to look at him.

Many of her friends were waiting for her in the crowd. Instantly, she was hugged and congratulated. Some were cheering for her in the distance.

The Lord was still standing on the stage as he watched her leave with her friends.

He knew that from now onward, he had nothing to do with all of her emotions and there was no spot for him in her world. It was him who pushed her away. Hence, this was a natural consequence.

While she was depressed from the heartbreak, he was not happy either.

Although he did not have countless nightmares like Gu Xijiu, he had no one to speak to even though he was just by her side.

When she was sad, at least she had friends as her companions. While he was always alone.

He turned around and left without turning back.

“My Lord, I don’t get it; are you trying to push all of Celestial Master Zuo’s responsibilities to Miss Gu?”

Mu Feng impatiently asked when he saw Di Fuyi emerge from the stargazing lab.

Di Fuyi slightly nodded. “Why not?”

“So, you have decided to give up this identity?” Mu Feng asked again.

“I’m tired of it.” Di Fuyi said only four words.

Mu Feng was depressed. All the four messengers had worked for The Lord about 500 to 600 years; they knew him very well.

The Lord was good in everything, however, he got tired or bored very easily regardless what he did. Thus, he had to create many different identities to wander around the world.

However, there must be a main identity for each period. For example, he has been using ‘Di Fuyi’ in the recent century. While he was a powerful king regent who was hated by the people a hundred years ago. When the four of them were recruited a long time ago, he was a hermit who did not get involved in any matter.

He would get bored after carrying a particular identity for a period and then he would find a way to make that identity disappear. Later, he would create another one to replace it and then inherited it to the next generation.

However, The Lord would usually create a new identity to slowly replace the previous one when he got bored. Which means, he would not pass his main responsibilities to others but would still execute his mission with a new identity.

Surprisingly, he decided to pass all the authorities of Celestial Master Zuo to Gu Xijiu.

‘What is The Lord trying to do this time?’

Although The Lord was often unpredictable and always confused others, Mu Feng thought he understood The Lord and was able to understand a little more of his mind most of the time as he has been his follower for a few centuries. However, he had no idea this time. Finally, he asked after holding back for the whole day, “My Lord, we can understand that you’re bored with your current identity, but what makes you pass all the authorities to Miss Gu…?”

Di Fuyi was sipping his tea in front of a small tea table. He was gazing at the moon and did not seem to care about the question.