Nezha, upon assuming his position, was imdiately faced with the dead souls from the battlefield of both sides, gaining so insight into the current situation up above.
There was only one feeling: pure absurdity.
He connected with his Heavenly Court doppelgänger on the spot, utterly speechless—how did Li Tang and the Empress even manage to get involved?
But since things had already escalated to this point, Nezha could only go with the flow. He thought for a mont: "Might as well coast through this for now. Worst case, I’ll throw my lot in with West Zhou and snag myself at least a Lord’s title."
As for worldly power, Nezha actually didn’t care much about it. Once you’re chasing the Dao, what does royalty matter?
Just make sure not to play yourself—it’s fine as long as you don’t get dragged down with them.
After so thought, he decided to dispatch the thoroughly subdued Yuan Hong, Jin Dasheng, and Dai Li—the Three Demons—to guard the Three Mountains Pass.
What followed was tackling official duties. At first, things were manageable, but the more he worked, the more there was to do. If you’re willing to do it, there’s always infinite work waiting.
The Judge assisting him looked at Nezha with a gaze full of awe. "Is this the power of educated folks?"
Nezha knew that trying to sort out the underworld by relying on a few people slogging their guts out wasn’t sustainable. His brain whirred, and he ca up with an idea.
Recruitnt!
Because working in the underworld ca with rits—though the daily amount wasn’t grand, the appeal lay in its steady and long-term accumulation.
Sure, the underworld’s environnt was harsh, but wouldn’t anyone want that secure job?
Nezha returned to the Houtu Palace to report on his plan. Lady Houtu’s attitude was basically: "Do whatever you want, as long as the work gets done."
She even tossed him the Six Dao Reincarnation Order and said, "Go on, ss around as you wish!"
With the Six Dao Reincarnation Order in hand, Nezha officially gained partial authority within the underworld.
Now acting as a semi-administrator, Nezha carried the Six Dao Reincarnation Order, leading a group of judges and underworld minions to the Naihe Bridge. Nearby, at the Wangxiang Platform, ng Po, who was gazing into the distance as usual, glanced at them briefly but didn’t interfere.
Nezha, equipped with brushes, inkstone, paper, and ink, began drafting exam papers for the recruitnt test while directing his underlings to set up the recruitnt site. After all, the first hiring event had to be grand—how else would people have confidence in their organization?
"Hey, you there! Straighten that chair!"
"And you! Can’t you even write a signboard properly? Hand it over—I’ll do it!"
"That Judge over there? Stop slacking! Get that pillar set up!"
...
In front of a crowd of souls preparing to reincarnate, the underworld’s inaugural entry-level recruitnt fair officially kicked off. Standing atop a high platform, Nezha ceremonially picked up his newly-crafted "microphone" and announced: "Dear folks preparing for reincarnation, hold your horses, and listen to first!"
"Recently, the Primordial World has been plagued by incessant warfare, resulting in a surge of work within the underworld and an overflow of souls clogging its operations. To address this issue, the senior managent of the underworld has collectively decided to recruit cultural, refined, capable, and hardworking individuals into the underworld’s workforce, where you’ll enjoy Ghost God-level benefits.
If you’re interested in applying, sign up now!"
Nezha’s words might bamboozle ordinary souls, but those who had been officials or nobility in life quickly grasped the aning and promptly signed up—who knew what the next life held? Why not enjoy the perks of being a Ghost God instead?
Landing a governnt job—this is it, today!
Though many riff-raff joined in to ride the wave, Nezha didn’t mind. His test papers were guaranteed to make you question your existence.
The poor wandering souls lined up obediently, each receiving a copy of the test papers from the Judges and locating their seats to write their answers in earnest, all fearing even the thought of cheating—with Oxhead and Horseface patrolling wielding steel pitchforks, no one dared toy around.
One soul who had been a doctor in Yin Shang stared at Nezha with countless questions swirling in his mind. "How did the Great Sage Master from my Great Shang end up running the underworld as King Yan?"
He approached to pay his respects, and Nezha glanced at him, giving him a knowing look full of approval.
The elder soul’s spirits were imdiately invigorated as he arrogantly scanned the surrounding ghosts: "See this? I’ve got connections in the underworld!"
With envy-filled gazes upon him, he confidently sat down to tackle the exam.
Question 1: Li discovers that Madam Pan, his wife, has been cheating with Old Wang next door. He secretly applies poison to his wife’s chest, but the next day, his second brother dies instead. Is this considered Li’s murder or Madam Pan’s?
The old doctor instantly broke into a cold sweat and kept reading, only to find the questions got increasingly abstract.
Such as: Little Li and Little Zhao go fishing together. The water was too deep, and Little Li didn’t warn Little Zhao in advance. Little Zhao ends up drowning. Is this preditated murder?
Or: Old Wang was caught cheating with soone’s wife. The husband retaliates but accidentally kills his own second brother. Does this count as preditated murder?
Similar questions went on and on. The elderly doctor, relying on his lifeti’s worth of experience, stumbled and struggled through his answers until finally completing the test. He headed to the sidelines to rest and await the results.
The Judges gathered the completed tests and handed them to Nezha, who began grading them thodically.
Hmm? This one says it doesn’t count—too conservative. Nope.
This one suggests killing everyone involved—too extre. Nope.
Oh? This one wants to charge fees—pretty entrepreneurial. Interesting.
Huh? This one plans to stand guard for his own wife—what breed of cuckold is this?
Those deed qualified were imdiately taken to their posts by the Judges to start working. The Heavenly Court had vast job vacancies, and so did the underworld.
While the underworld didn’t have the prestige to kick off a grand-scale recruitnt drive like the Heavenly Court, this approach worked just fine.
With Nezha’s streamlining efforts and the gradual supplentation of clerical staff, the underworld began moving toward a stable operation.
Once the basic workforce needs were t, Nezha stopped the recruitnt drive imdiately.
At this point, Judge Cui was completely in awe. He leaned in obsequiously to ask, "King Yan, the underworld is still significantly understaffed. Why not recruit more?"
Drawing upon the tone of his previous-life’s boss, Nezha replied, "Having too many people would just waste resources. With everyone working a bit of overti, it’s entirely manageable."
"This batch was only hired because operations were absolutely falling apart. We won’t be recruiting this casually in the future—this is a secure job, after all."
The Judge nodded vaguely, trailing behind Nezha as they returned to Yama Hall.
With the manpower problem largely solved, the next step was reclaiming authority over the underworld.
Currently, the major forces ddling in the underworld were the Western Sect and the Endless Blood Sea. The Western Sect transford dead souls, redirecting them to the Buddha Country, while the Blood Sea stole ghost souls to either devour or transform them into Asuras.
The underworld had previously been too overwheld to care, but now that Nezha was stepping in as CEO? No way—this was a direct challenge to his authority.
It’s worth noting that Nezha’s rits earned from tirelessly working in the underworld were substantial—this was effectively his paycheck.
Though he didn’t use these rits to enhance his cultivation, in the Primordial World, rits were practically a universal wish-granting chanism.
The Six Primordial Saints, plus Lady Houtu—could anyone beco a Saint without this stuff?
Nonetheless, both of these factions were difficult to deal with. The Blood Sea had an ancient powerhouse, the Ancestor of Nether River, sitting at the helm—his cultivation ranked among the top-tier below the Saints.
The Western Sect needed no further elaboration, with two Huabei Saints overseeing it.
Obviously, you had to pick the easier target first. In reality, the Asura Dao within the Six Daos of Reincarnation was specifically designed for the Blood Sea’s transformation of Asuras, but these greedy folks weren’t satisfied—ti for them to be properly disciplined.
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