Meanwhile In Lord Feng Luo's Courtyard
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The Moonjade Courtyard spread behind Feng Luo's chamber like a quiet display of wealth. Smooth tiles of pale jade paved the ground, each one polished enough to reflect the sky. A shallow stream wound through the courtyard in a gentle curve, its water glowing faintly with celestial light—an enchantment Feng Luo added purely because he liked the aesthetic.
Tall moon‑bamboo lined the edges, swaying softly in the morning breeze, their silver leaves rustling like whispered gossip. In the center stood a round stone table carved from cloud‑marble, its surface etched with elegant patterns that shimmered whenever divine energy passed nearby. Lanterns of warm gold hung from thin threads overhead, glowing even in daylight because Feng Luo insisted "ambience is important."
It wasn't grand. It wasn't loud. But everything in the courtyard quietly screamed wealth.
The four Holy Gods had gathered. They were secretly observing this interaction from a divine orb in Lord Zhao's chamber.
"Who knew A-Xiao would actually be selected?" Lord Bai chuckled.
Lord Feng giggled, "If he finds out that we put him up to this, it surely won't end well."
Lord Zhao smirked, "And that's exactly why he won't find out."
Lord Han sighed, "If he does find out, be sure to tell him that it was your idea."
"Lord Han, you are involved in this whether you like it or not." Lord Feng smirked.
"We did it for his own good." Lord Zhao added, watching Long Xiao from the orb.
"I agree. We did it to spare him from Mother Scarlet's wrath." LordBai's face turned serious for a moment.
"He will thank us if he does find out." He laughed though he felt something twist in his gut.
They all laughed, clinking their tea cups to celebrate their success.
Thus, Long Xiao was bestowed the title: Lord Long Xiao, Overseer of Mortal Cultivation.
Since Long Xiao became the new Overseer, he naturally had to compete in the Gods' Contest. He definitely didn't want what happened to Lord Haoyu to happen to him. This became a thorn in his side as days passed, making him more absent minded even when hanging out with his friends.
A mission in the mortalrealm— Azu town
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The Five Holy Gods, also known as the compassionate ones, always looked after the mortals. On this fateful day, as they had done for countless centuries. The Five Holy Gods gathered in the clouds to answer the prayers of the mortals, specifically the people of Azu who were in desperate need of water.
"Hey A-Xiao, strike that rock with divine lightning to create a water body for these mortals." Lord Bai said, after scanning the area.
Long Xiao nodded but not in agreement but to his thoughts. He had activated DivineRant, a divine technique that existed in his mind.
Divine Rant Activated
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Why was I selected?
I neither submitted my qualifications nor coveted this position.
Also I'm the worst possible candidate for this.
This means I'm not only a Holy God but a Higher God.
More responsibilities.
Just great.
I'm automatically qualified for annihilation.
What should I do?
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"A-Xiao, strike that rock with divine lightning to create a water body for these mortals." Lord Bai repeated, louder this time.
Long Xiao absentmindedly nodded, staring blankly and stroking his nonexistent beard. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a bolt of divine lightning which was meant to strike the rock and summon water for the mortals of Azu.
The lightning struck alright but... Lord Feng felt its aftermath.
Not the rock.
A flash of blinding light. A sizzle that echoed like a frying pan in the heavens.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH" Lord Feng screamed on top of his lungs.
When the smoke cleared, Lord Feng's once-flowing red mane had vanished. Every last strand dissipated leaving his scalp gleaming like polished jade.
The air still hummed with residual electricity as he reached up, fingertips grazing the smooth curve of his head.
"I… my hair.... where did it go?" He rasped, voice cracking like thunder.
Long Xiao froze mid-stroke, expression blank.
"Brother Feng, I always said you'd make a great monk," Lord Bai teased.
"You look divine," Lord Zhao added, bringing out five blank scrolls, a feather and an ink to capture the wonderful sight of Feng's disheveled appearance.
"Ahahaha! Brother Feng, what happened?" Long Xiao added, laughing his head off as sunlight fell on Feng's now bald head.
"WHAT.HAPPENED?" Feng lashed out.
"I...did this?" He covered his mouth with his hand in astonishment and guilt realizing his handiwork.