(Testing the Waters) Messy

In the six realms of gods, immortals, humans, underworld, demons and demons, the talent echelon has always been in order. Life is full of ups and downs, good times, bad times, loneliness before a comeback, and then a comeback... They are all a box of color palettes, corresponding to warm tones, cold tones, and large medium tones. It's just that the palette is too high (the highest peak of the first echelon of the divine world). How could he achieve his wish if he wasn't the chosen one? Of course, as long as the rules of the game are formulated, there are ways to deal with the "Chosen One" and "Color Palette": the first conventional solution is to come out on top in every round, and then you can jump to the next round; the second is blood inheritance, or "taking shortcuts" and using "in-laws" to cross circles; the third type requires more luck: after three rounds of reincarnation, if you finish all the colors on the palette, you will be directly promoted to the "Chosen One". This path is a "prohibition" and seems to have very low operability. In fact, there are tricks: for example, by attracting practitioners, wise men, wanderers, etc. Whose relationship chains are complex and sophisticated enough, you can achieve success by taking advantage of the chaos and avoiding surveillance. … The warm colors in the first cycle; the cold colors in the second cycle; and now the third cycle, according to the plan, I should complete the remaining mid-tones, so let's do it quickly—— In the cloister of the front hall, there are women in small groups, wearing luxurious makeup and costumes. Their youth is gone but they speak loudly: "You don't want to participate in this round." "We are different from you. You rely on your in-laws to get in, but we all rely on our blood relatives." "It's hard to squeeze into the circle. You're not qualified." "In-laws, blood relatives? You said it so implicitly. But what's the difference? It's just a man and a woman." I didn't want to reply, but they were so noisy that I misunderstood: If I didn't reply, it would be rude of me. A meeting with guests passed calmly. I worked steadily and got closer to my goal. In the elevator, a short confined space "Why are you still so childish? I was making noise with a group of half-aged women. I heard it in the hall." He tied a ruby necklace around my exposed neck. "This -" I liked it, but I was embarrassed to accept it, "Have you reported it to your wife?" "Everything is clean between us, why bother?" He kissed my cheek. The elevator door opened, and someone came in from outside the elevator and greeted him: "Hello, President." He nodded with a smile and left first. Another short-lived confined space: "After this reincarnation, you can control the 'color palette'. Don't forget the agreement between you and me." "You don't need to be so persistent, do you?" Intention: I don't like and won't quarrel like a shrew, because - I'm afraid of laughter