Tags | Urban, cultivation, power fantasy, national fortune, college entrance exams, immortals, civil service exams, passion, everyday life, comedy, Jinan.
Braised pork with spring water, and everyone passes the college entrance exams. Jin Li becomes director, and the Japanese pirates get wiped out. On the third day after my exams ended, Heaven hired me. I became the first Huaxia student to pass the college entrance exams and land a Heaven-backed civil service position. The reason for my acceptance: I wrote “I’m taking the civil service exam for the great rejuvenation of Huaxia” in the application form’s career preference section.
The God of Literature, Wenchang, said, “This kid’s got something. I’ll take him as my personal disciple. He’s my one and only legitimate heir.”
Yu the Great said, “This kid is from Jinan, my hometown too. He’s a real standout, truly come of age.”
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden said, “This kid’s useful. He’s my best partner in the mortal world.”
The Jade Emperor said, “This kid is too dangerous in Heaven. Get him down to the mortal world for training, and make sure he takes his official post with him.”
The auspicious group of gods of Fortune, Prosperity, Longevity, Joy, Wealth, and Good Luck said, “We’ll come whenever you call. The Five Blessings will visit your dreams and cure whatever’s making you lose hope.”
The Heaven-appointed Jin Li Office in Jinan has officially opened for business!
Office duties:
Help students taking the college entrance exams overcome every kind of spiritual pollution that might keep them from passing, and while we’re at it, crush the heretics of Japan’s Black Tide Hidden Society, who covet Huaxia’s literary fortune.
Office methods:
Eat braised pork, drink spring water, stroll around Daming Lake, and pay respects at Qianfo Mountain: the warmth of mortal life is spiritual energy, and local specialties are medicine.
I’d barely taken up my post when I discovered the office had absolutely nothing. Even the desk was borrowed from the Confucius Temple security room.
Before I could complain, wave after wave of Japanese pirates from the Black Tide Hidden Society came knocking, intent on destroying the literary fortune of Huaxia’s exam candidates.
No dithering. With a rusty sickle and a length of rope, I’ll beat every last one of them.
No more blathering. If those brats dare provoke me, I’ll lead the whole divine troupe straight to their Japanese lair.
Raise the sickle, dig up the latrines, slash the cherry blossoms, and bring down the Eight-Headed Serpent to take home.
