The Evil Consort Above An Evil King

Many people asked about her birthday before, but she could no longer remember the exact date. Encouraged by their constant requests, she decided to make the day of her awakening her birthday.

Her birthday was not celebrated every year, but once every five years. During that time, her friends from all over the world would come to visit her in Tianyin Valley to celebrate it with her. The six kings would be present every year, along with their government officials and entourages.

The creator of the universe preferred serenity over hustles and bustles, so all birthday attendees would carefully choose their companions, with the selection restricted mostly to the people of social or political power.

Tian Mowen was absolutely qualified to be one of the attendees, but he never cared to take part in the celebration for almost a decade. The Monster King and the Emperor Immortal had invited him to come but were both turned down. He was clearly reluctant, so they respected his decision.

To everyone’s surprise, he showed up this time!

Both the Monster King and the Emperor Immortal were present, along with the King of the Underworld, the King of the Beasts, and the Mortal King. All of them were presenting their birthday gifts to Gu Xijiu, who was seated in the highest chair in the grand hall.

All of the kings were very competitive with their gifts. The trait was clearly reflected in the valuable gifts that they had brought with them. They all wanted to best each other so they could be seen as a leader of style and wealth.

Fan Qianshi was assigned to receive the gifts and found himself rather occupied. While collecting the gifts, a boy servant from outside of the hall came reporting, “Mr. Fuyi is here for your birthday, my Divine Lord.”

Everyone looked at one another, unsure of the identity of the guest. It was only Gu Xijiu who realized that the man could be Tian Mowen. He once introduced himself as Di Fuyi to her. Could it be him?

Soon, a man in purple robes gracefully entered the hall. Tushan Ying and the Emperor Immortal were both surprised by his sudden entrance and stood immediately.

“The Celestial Officer!”

“The National Master!”

Quite astonished, the newcomer was indeed Di Fuyi. He decided to show his true appearance this time. There was no mask to conceal his charming and handsome face. He dominated the hall with the sheer aura of his character, and the place immediately bloomed with light.

It had been years since Tushan Ying last saw him. The first sight of him immediately reminded her of the 11 beatings that she had suffered years ago.

The Emperor Immortal was surprised to see him too. Delightfully, he greeted him, “National Master, I did not know that you were coming today. Have a seat here.”

Others rose and approached him with small talk as well, while Gu Xijiu watched as the whole event unfolded. The past 20 years had completely shaped him. He was no longer had the youthfulness of being young. Instead, today, he presented himself with strength, maturity, and, most certainly, his charm. Times had changed him. He had become a highly sought-after man in all six worlds.

She thought about how Mr. Fuyi had introduced himself and wondered if he was using his original name from now on. Then, she subconsciously thought of the emerald bracelet that she could not get from the shop where she last bumped into the man. Honestly, she liked the hues of green very much and was a little sad that the same tone of color could no longer be found anywhere else. Rarely would she actually like something so much, but when she finally found it, the deal was blown.

As for Fan Qianshi, he was obviously repelled by the newcomer. He should be serving the guests, so it was supposed to be his job to host the man, but he could not bring himself to approach him.

When his eyes finally caught Di Fuyi’s, Fan Qianshi immediately raised his chin to show the man some authority. Back when they were arguing for the bracelet, Fan Qianshi was disguised as a common man, so there was nothing he could do even when he was bullied.

Nevertheless, in this hall, he was the disciple of the creator of the universe, so his status was definitely higher than the so-called National Master. He deserved to be a little arrogant.