Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 618

Chapter 618: Chapter 619: Talent of the Qilin [Fifth Release, Please Subscribe]

Xiao Shimin was very courteous to Yang Ziwei, as his Heavenly King Country was the foremost among the hundred nations in this region!

But behind Yang Ziwei stood the formidable Array Masters’ Guild. The Guild had branches all over the Immortal Emperor Realm; who would dare to underestimate such a force? Many major powers had Array Masters among their ranks. Moreover, when one power annihilated another, they were forbidden from harming its Array Masters—a rule on par with the saying, "When two armies engage in battle, envoys are not to be beheaded."

If it weren’t for Yang Ziwei needing to utilize some resources from the Heavenly King Country, it would have been nearly impossible for Xiao Shimin to even get a meeting with him.

"The word on the street is that Xiao Heavenly Emperor will be his disciple—it seems it’s true."

"Yang Ziwei has ten disciples. This Xiao Heavenly Emperor would be the eleventh."

"His birth name was Xiao Yan. Back then, he had three brothers among the princes of the Heavenly King Country. But after he changed his name to Xiao Heavenly Emperor, his three brothers died, leaving him the sole survivor and only heir. Could changing one’s name truly be so significant?"

"I’m not going to be called Han Li anymore! I want to be known as Han, the Immortal King!"

"..."

Whispers spread through the crowd as princes and princesses from other kingdoms revealed expressions of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Array Masters could make anyone bow in respect! In the past, the Immortal Emperor Realm had Alchemists and other professions, but in the end, they all became subservient to Array Masters! The Spiritual Formations of Array Masters could be used for cultivation, healing, and so much more. The applications were far-reaching! Ultimately, seven thousand years ago, they became the undisputed leading profession!

Everyone knew the talent Yang Ziwei spoke of was Xiao Heavenly Emperor, but Xiao Shimin felt that wasn’t enough. He continued to press, "Master Yang, you are a man of vast experience and have surely seen countless talented individuals. Is the person you have chosen this time truly so remarkable as to broaden your horizons?"

Yang Ziwei chuckled. "Where the Qilin appears, its acquisition can grant one the world."

"Good," Xiao Shimin nodded, then asked in front of everyone, "May I know the full name of this talent among talents?"

What a farce! It was all a pre-planned act. The emperors, empresses, and princes from the other kingdoms sighed. They were merely here as a captive audience, forced to indulge the vain, pretentious desires of Xiao Shimin and his son. Yet no matter how uncomfortable they felt, they dared not utter a single word of dissent!

Finally, Yang Ziwei spoke, articulating every word, "This person’s surname is Xiao, and his given name is Heavenly Emperor. He is, indeed, Your Majesty’s son."

"Oh!" Xiao Shimin feigned surprise as if he had truly been unaware, his face alight with joy as he exclaimed, "My son... my son is truly the gem of our house, a steed that can travel a thousand li in a day!"

Then, he called out, "Heavenly Emperor, come and offer a toast."

"Yes." Xiao Heavenly Emperor approached with a cup of wine. He came before Yang Ziwei and asked with a feigned humble expression, "I am truly overwhelmed... am I really a genius among geniuses?"

He wanted to hear Yang Ziwei praise him one more time.

Yang Ziwei’s brows furrowed slightly. He had nearly gotten sick from saying such things earlier, and the matter should have been over. Time to move on! But to his dismay, Xiao Heavenly Emperor asked again.

Yang Ziwei felt a wave of discomfort. However, he knew that he was establishing the Array Masters’ Guild in this very place. For the sake of its future security, he had to cooperate with Xiao Shimin’s family. He had no choice but to consider the bigger picture.

That nonsense about a Qilin-like talent... as if obtaining him meant obtaining a genius! That, too, was something Xiao Shimin had requested. The Emperor had pleaded with him for a long time, leaving Yang Ziwei with no choice but to go along with it.

Now, Yang Ziwei could only say again, "Yes, you are a genius among geniuses."

Xiao Heavenly Emperor, also feigning surprise, said, "I always thought I was the most common of mortals. I never expected to possess such aptitude. With great power comes great responsibility. I will certainly keep myself in check in the future."

Just who is this person?

Xiao Heavenly Emperor sighed inwardly. They managed to escape death. As Yang Ziwei began to set up the Formation, most people assumed that Wu Tian and his daughter had just had a narrow escape.

Only Si’er knew who had *truly* escaped death by a hair’s breadth!

If this had continued, who would have been the one to die?

But now, most people didn’t care about that question. Their gazes were all drawn to Yang Ziwei, who was beginning to set up a Formation right there and then!

He rolled up his right sleeve, revealing a tattoo on his bicep—a lush, green tree.

All eyes were drawn to the tree tattoo.

"Heavenly Emperor, watch closely. Pay close attention. Remember, you must learn diligently, do you understand? This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. You must cherish it," Xiao Shimin said to his son, his face filled with concern, afraid Xiao Heavenly Emperor wouldn’t apply himself.

After all, Yang Ziwei was the president of the regional Array Masters’ Guild. For Xiao Heavenly Emperor to be accepted as his disciple was a matter of pure luck! He had to cherish this!

"Don’t worry, Father," Xiao Heavenly Emperor promised.

He would definitely learn. He would learn all of Yang Ziwei’s skills and become a formidable Array Master. Then, perhaps Ye Qingxian would no longer look down on him. Or maybe she would suddenly find him, Xiao Heavenly Emperor, quite impressive and even grow to like him.

Everyone present watched carefully, hoping to learn even a little something.

Only Wu Tian watched the scene with utter boredom. In his view, Yang Ziwei’s mastery of Formations was simply crude—an absolute eyesore.