70: Chapter 70 The Immortal Emperor's "Smuggling" Plan, and the Supreme Being in the Trash Can

Immortal Realm, Heavenly Court.

The atmosphere here was even more miserable than the Abyss that had just been smashed through by the iron fist of 'consumerism'.

At most, the Abyss was collectively in massive debt from online loans.

On the Immortal Realm's side, it was direct bankruptcy and liquidation.

In the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the God of Wealth knelt on both knees, holding a thick stack of 'Thank You for Your Patronage (Dirt)' cards, tears streaming down his face as his wails nearly lifted the roof of the hall.

"Your Majesty... the treasury... really, really can't squeeze out a single immortal jade!"

"I... I took the last of our immortal jade reserves and spent it all on those 'Heavenly Dao Blind Boxes'..."

"And the result... the result was just a bag of expired spicy strips..."

On the throne, Haotian Celestial Emperor's face was gloomy, his eyes fixed on his bare armrests.

The Sun, Moon, and Star gems originally embedded there, symbolizing the Supreme of the Three Realms, had been personally pried off by him two days ago and sold as a package to that Lower Realm profiteer's recycling System.

"Prodigals! A bunch of prodigals!"

The Immortal Emperor's dragon robe moved without wind, driven by the Qi of his fury. "My empire! My foundation of billions of years! Was it hollowed out alive by a mere Lower Realm profiteer with a few broken boxes?!"

The immortals were as silent as cicadas in winter, their heads buried lower than anyone else's.

What else could they say?

At first, they also thought it was just a pastime.

Until the Celestial Fairy of Guanghan Palace sold the Laurel Tree for a limited edition 'Jade Rabbit Pendant'; until the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King mortgaged his pagoda for the collector's edition 'Exquisite Pagoda Skin'; until the God of Wealth himself gambled until his eyes turned red and lost the entire Immortal Realm treasury.

Only then did they realize with a shock that it wasn't a pastime.

It was an abyss.

"No! This absolutely cannot go on!"

The Immortal Emperor stood up abruptly, his knuckles turning white under his imperial robe from the force of his grip.

There was no longer a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"The Heavenly Gates are blocked by that profiteer's 'logistics System,' and the heavenly soldiers and generals cannot descend."

"Then I... will go down myself!"

"Your Majesty, you mustn't!"

Taibai Jinxing turned pale with fright, his elderly face full of terror. "That is smuggling! It would damage the dignity of the Celestial Emperor! Moreover, the cracks in the Heavenly Gates are narrow and the rules are chaotic. If you force your way through..."

"Who said I was going through the front door?"

The Immortal Emperor gave a cold snort, his sharp gaze piercing through the hall toward an inconspicuous teleportation array in the corner.

It was glowing faintly; it was the reverse channel Li Mo specifically used to recycle 'Immortal Realm trash' to create raw Materials for blind boxes.

"Since that profiteer can transport trash up here."

"Naturally... he can also transport 'trash' down there."

"I only need to... humble myself a little."

...

Half an hour later.

A huge recycling box, with a label reading 'Fragile: Top-grade Immortal Artifact Scraps' pasted on its surface, was carried to the teleportation array by several immortal soldiers.

Inside the box.

Haotian Celestial Emperor was curled into a ball in an extremely humiliating posture; he had just performed a Bone-Shrinking Technique that would be considered top-tier even within the Three Realms.

At this moment, he was cramped and squeezed between a pile of broken Flying Swords and shattered immortal armor fragments.

"For the Immortal Realm... for all living beings... I will endure!"

The Immortal Emperor gritted his teeth, repeatedly admonishing himself in his heart.

"Once I reach the Lower Realm, I will make that profiteer named Li Mo wish he were dead!"

"I will make him understand the meaning of the Celestial Emperor's wrath!"

Hum—

The teleportation array flared with light.

The massive recycling box instantly turned into a streak of light, plunging accurately into that specially opened 'waste recycling channel,' falling straight toward the Mortal Realm.

...

Lower Realm, Heavenly River Sword Sect.

Back mountain, Waste Processing Center.

This was the dirtiest and most chaotic place in the entire Sect, but also the most strategically important.

Countless pieces of 'trash' recycled from the Immortal Realm would have their value redefined here.

"Oh! A new batch of goods has arrived!"

Lei Wanjun, the Deputy Director of Security in charge of this place, stood with his hands on his hips, directing several Ogre porters 'invited' from the Abyss.

"All of you be careful! What's in these boxes isn't trash, it's our company's KPI!"

"That big box! Yes! The one labeled fragile! Handle it with care... hey! Holy crap!"

Before he could finish his sentence, an accident occurred.

The Ogre responsible for carrying the large box had apparently worked overtime for too long yesterday, and his hand slipped.

The massive recycling box traced a heart-stopping arc in mid-air and crashed down.

Thump—!!!

The box collided violently with the hard rocky ground, bounced twice, and rolled into the nearby sewage ditch.

"You idiot! So clumsy!"

Lei Wanjun jumped up in anger, kicked the Ogre's backside, and then scrambled to the edge of the ditch, kicking open the already deformed lid.

"Quick, see if the treasures inside were broken!"

The lid opened at the sound.

A complex, sour stench—a mixture of machine oil, expired spicy strips, and abyssal sulfur—suddenly wafted out.

Lei Wanjun and the few Ogres who had gathered around were simultaneously stunned.

Under their shocked gazes.

A disheveled middle-aged man, covered in rotten vegetable leaves, with half a broken sword on his head and a face full of mud, shakily stood up from the pile of scrap metal.

It was none other than Haotian Celestial Emperor.

"Gag—"

As soon as the Immortal Emperor stood steady, he was so overwhelmed by the stench that he gagged on the spot.

"How... how dare you..."

He leaned against the edge of the box, struggling to maintain his final dignity as the Supreme of the Three Realms. "I am... Haotian..."

Before he could finish.

Slap!

A palm as large as a cattail leaf fan landed squarely on the back of his head.

Lei Wanjun looked at him with disdain, as if observing a rat that had crawled out of a sewer.

"Hao-what-tian? I think you're just a mouse spirit, aren't you?"

He scanned the 'smuggler' up and down, his tone instantly turning cold.

"Not bad! Vagrants nowadays have such big ideas? Daring to hide in our recycling box to sneak into the Heavenly River Sword Sect?"

"Speak! Do you want to steal our patented technology? Or do you want to steal the spicy strips in our warehouse?"

"Someone, tie him up!"

"Roar!" (Understood!)

Two burly Ogres pounced forward with a grin, skillfully swinging a special coarse hemp rope covered in Spirit-Suppressing Runes.

"Presumptuous! I am the Immortal Emperor! I am your ancestor!"

Haotian Celestial Emperor was furious, instinctively trying to mobilize the Supreme immortal power within him that was enough to destroy heaven and earth.

However, in the next second, the fury on his face froze.

He discovered to his horror that the immortal power in his body... was like a computer disconnected from the internet, completely crashed.

[Warning: Illegal high-dimensional energy entity detected.]

[Source: Waste Recycling Channel.]

[Judgment: Does not comply with the 'Tianhe Sect Solid Waste Pollution Prevention Law'.]

[Execution: Mandatory Dimensional Reduction Strike processing.]

An invisible rule from the Scripture Pavilion instantly descended.

Haotian Celestial Emperor felt as if he were being stuffed into an invisible compressor. That terrifying cultivation he had practiced for billions of years, capable of restarting stars, was actually forced and unreasonably compressed down to...

The third level of the Qi Condensation Stage.

"How is this possible?! My power..."

"Still talking back?"

Lei Wanjun pulled a small red booklet from his pocket—the 'Tianhe Sect Public Security Management Punishment Regulations'—and skillfully patted it against the Emperor's face.

"Illegal intrusion into the Sect's Forbidden Ground, attempted theft, and even daring to impersonate a leader of the Immortal Realm."

"Punished for multiple crimes!"

"Take him away! Send him to 'Oil Field No. 1' to dig for oil! Let him learn what Labor Reform means!"

"No—!!!"

Amidst the most desperate scream of Haotian Celestial Emperor's life, this Supreme who once ruled the Immortal Realm for billions of years was tied up like a captured marmot and dragged toward that vast oil field filled with oil stains and the scent of struggle.

...

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

Li Mo, who was checking the Demon Abyss installment bills, suddenly sneezed for no reason.

"Achoo!"

He rubbed his nose and looked out the window. "Who's praising my handsomeness behind my back?"

"Cousin, what's wrong?" Chu Linger, who was nearby, handed him a tissue.

"Nothing."

Li Mo waved his hand, his gaze falling on a notification that had just popped up on the System's back-end.

[Ding! Captured one special blue-collar talent.]

[Skill Assessment: Skilled in macro-management, overall planning, and possesses an extremely strong 'scapegoating' attribute.]

[Job Suggestion: Deputy Logistics Supervisor (During Labor Reform period).]

The corners of Li Mo's mouth curled into a satisfied arc.

"It seems our company has a new employee."

He whispered to himself.

"Just right, Gu Canghai has been complaining lately that the logistics pressure is high and he lacks a capable assistant."

"I hope this new 'talent' has a strong ability to handle pressure."