Li Jing instinctively glanced at Nezha, the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, standing beside him. The sight was even more tragic: the Wind-Fire Wheels beneath Nezha’s feet, once so swift they made the entire Three Realms envious, were now nothing but two lonely metal hubs. The flame patterns connecting them had gone completely dark. Nezha was huffing and puffing as he… pedaled a rusty, rattling old-fashioned bicycle! With every turn of the wheels came a grinding squeal that set one’s teeth on edge.
The Heavenly Court was running a deficit, and the peaches of immortality had shrunk to plums.
> The Jade Emperor slapped his forehead. “God of Wealth, go down to the mortal world and start selling things on livestream!”
> Zhao Caibao went live, holding a gold ingot and looking positively divine:
> “Illuminated socks for just 9.9! Wear them and you can step on auspicious clouds…”
> The magic failed, and socks flew everywhere, sticking to Zhu Bajie’s snout.
> Sun Wukong showered the stream with rocket gifts. “You fool! Sell me a pair of those socks for old Sun’s sake!”
> Zhao Caibao counted the 3.5 yuan in tips and nearly burst into tears.
> The doorbell rang. A mysterious figure poked their head in. “Need a team of fake commenters? We’ll get you trending!”
