Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 658

Chapter 658: Chapter 661 The Nine Winding Yellow River and Endless Sands [1st Update, Please Subscribe]

The little one deftly took the Divine Pen and, with utmost care, dipped it into the Divine Beast’s blood, which was infused with boundless Spiritual Energy and shimmered with the phantom of a Phoenix. Using the Divine Blood as ink, she began to draw on the smooth back of her delicate little hand. An ordinary pen stained with Divine Beast blood would have been destroyed instantly. This pen, however, was protected by a sphere of Divine Light; the formidable power of the Divine Blood couldn’t damage it in the slightest.

Every sharp and focused gaze settled on this detail. Suddenly, the entire space fell silent, and the atmosphere grew intensely peculiar. All eyes widened, staring fixedly at the unassuming brush held in the little one’s pale hand. Those who had just claimed the pen was unworthy of the Divine Beast’s blood felt their faces sting with shame.

"A Divine Pen! It was dipped in a Divine Beast’s blood without the slightest harm. This pen must be extraordinary."

"That’s an understatement."

"What kind of pen is it, exactly?"

"In the rankings of Formation Pens, could it possibly be one of the top ten?"

Yang Ziwei and the other Array Masters all took a deep breath, buzzing with discussion. As the saying goes, Martial Artists love their Divine Weapons, and Array Masters are no exception. To an Array Master, good ink and a good pen are their Divine Weapons, precious as life itself.

They thought they would never see the blood of a Divine Beast in their lifetimes. Yet here they were, witnessing it firsthand. And to see this Divine Pen as well, how could they not be excited? How could they not tremble? In their eyes, this was definitely one of the top ten pens in the Formation Pen rankings. However, their knowledge was too limited to identify which of the top ten it was—a fact they found deeply regrettable.

How can this be... How can this be... Feng Li clenched his teeth, struggling in vain to calm his turbulent emotions. Ink and a pen like these... it was the first time in his life he had ever seen such things. His Feng Family, one of the founding families of the Array Masters Guild, possessed no such treasures. His own ancestor’s Formation Pen was ranked a mere twelfth. How could this little girl possibly possess such a pen to inscribe Formation Patterns?

No, no, no! I haven’t lost yet! Feng Li bit down hard, reaffirming his confidence in his Six Cauldrons Abyssal Array.

"We must thank you, Mister Wu Tian, for allowing us to witness the Divine Beast’s blood and this Divine Pen today," Yang Ziwei said, bowing to Wu Tian. The Array Masters behind him did the same. They had dedicated their entire lives to the path of Formations, to which they were utterly devoted. Unlike other Array Masters, they had established their branch guild for the true purpose of helping the art of Formations flourish and achieve glory. Over millennia, the Array Masters had gradually split into two factions. The first believed that Formations should be used to benefit humanity. The second felt that as their art grew ever stronger, the time had come for them to dominate the world.

"Thanks for what? We don’t even know where he got that Divine Beast’s blood and Divine Pen," another Array Master behind Feng Li clamored. "Maybe they were stolen! And so what if you have Divine Blood and a Divine Pen? Your Formation is nothing compared to the Six Cauldrons Abyssal Array!" He was clearly unable to accept this turn of events. He idolized his contemporary, Feng Li, and wanted him to always be in the limelight. He was even willing to die for him.

"Die," Wu Tian said indifferently.

A Blood Glow swept past, granting the man’s wish. Blood splattered everywhere as the corpse was hacked beyond recognition.

Wu Tian stated coolly, "I already said this is a contest of Formations. No more pointless chatter."

"You—" Another Array Master behind Feng Li couldn’t stand it any longer, but before he could utter more than a single word, the Blood Glow flashed again, ending his life.

Feng Li and the remaining Array Masters behind him were stunned into silence, not daring to speak recklessly again. Though they said nothing, Feng Li and his followers were still indignant. Go ahead, keep protecting your daughter, they thought. She’s going to lose anyway.

Seeing this, Yang Ziwei grew curious. What kind of Formation Pattern could this child possibly inscribe?

As for the Array Masters on Feng Li’s side, with two of their own already slain by Wu Tian, they dared not speak aloud. Inwardly, however, they scoffed. She’s so young, what powerful Formation could she possibly know? It’s a guaranteed loss. Little kid, just don’t start crying later.

Feng Li snorted but still didn’t dare to speak, thinking only that this child was far too arrogant. Just hurry up and inscribe the Formation Pattern already! After all this showing off, it’ll be quite a spectacle if you fall flat on your face.

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