HEAVEN'S OFFICIAL BLESSING (Mo Xiang Tong Xiu)

Sensing their gaze, Xie Lian smiled faintly before turning around. He asked, "Is it your first time seeing a genuine cursed collar?"

The cursed collar, as its name implied, was a curse that took the shape of a shackle.

The Heavenly Officials that were demoted and banished from Heaven would receive an imprint of their sins on their body, something that could be considered as the accumulation of Heaven's wrath. This imprint took the form of a shackle, one that blocked the Heavenly Official's spiritual power. It was something one could never break themselves from or lose. It was the same as stamping a tattoo on their face or binding their hands and feet with chains. It was a type of punishment and also a type of warning, one that made the person in question feel both fear and shame.

As the laughingstock of the three realms and one who had been banished from the Heavens twice, Xie Lian naturally had this kind of cursed collar imprinted on his body. It was impossible for these two small martial gods to not have heard of this fact. However, there was still a difference between hearing someone say it in passing and seeing it personally with their own eyes. Thus, Xie Lian could understand why the two martial gods would have that kind of expression on their faces.

He guessed that this cursed collar of his probably made them feel a bit afraid and uneasy. After all, this wasn't the sign of a good thing.

Using the excuse that he needed a new top, Xie Lian originally wanted to slip outside and walk around. However, that didn't happen because Fu Yao rolled his eyes and said, "It would be utterly obscene of you, should you go outside to stroll on the main street with your current appearance." In the end, it was Nan Feng who casually grabbed some clothes from the temple for Xie Lian, stopping him from proceeding with his 'obscene' plan. But after Xie Lian tidied up and sat down again, he felt that after the previous events, the atmosphere had become somewhat awkward.

Therefore, Xie Lian took out the scroll Ling Wen Palace Hall had prepared for him before asking, "Do you guys want to take another look at this?"

Nan Feng lifted his head to give him a look before replying, "I've already seen it. I think he is the one who needs a better look."

Fu Yao retorted, "What do you mean I should be the one to take a better look? That scroll didn't even have any details—utterly worthless. Does it even deserve someone to keep reading it over?"

When he heard how Fu Yao said the scroll was utterly worthless, Xie Lian couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the literary gods of Ling Wen Palace Hall. Those gods wrote so many scrolls, their faces even turned ashen in colour. Then, Xie Lian heard Fu Yao continue to say, "Ah, where did we leave off at? Oh yes, the reason behind why Nan Yang has so many female worshipers, right?"

Okay then. Xie Lian put away the scroll before rubbing that pulsing spot in-between his eyes. In his mind, he knew that they wouldn't be able to read anything tonight.

If no proper work could be done, then at least this situation could get cleared up. It turned out that apart from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who spent hundreds of years collecting rubbish in the human realm, nowadays all the other gods were aware of the reason. Nan Yang ZhenJun Feng Xin, had once been called the Ju Yang (Tremendous Masculinity) ZhenJun for some years. The person himself had abhorred this name. Toward what Feng Xin had experienced, other people could only sum up their feelings with the words: "What injustice!"