Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 243: Father and Son Reunion

Combat Pavilion.

This has always been one of the liveliest places in the imperial capital.

But today, the Combat Pavilion was exceptionally bustling, filled with a cacophony of voices, as countless officials and nobles converged toward it.

"Why won’t you sell to me? Is two or three hundred million not enough to qualify my worth?"

"You think two or three hundred million is a lot? My master has eight hundred million, and they still won’t sell to him..."

"It’s said that there are too many people coming to watch this time, the Combat Pavilion has temporarily raised the threshold. Without a net worth of ten billion, you can’t even buy a ticket..."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"Nonsense... It’s said that people from the top ten sects, the four major noble families, and the royal family have all sent people..."

The entrance to the Heaven Character Pavilion was a surging sea of people.

In the past, those with a net worth of one billion could enter the Heaven Character Pavilion by spending only one million Silver, but now the requirement has been raised to a ten billion net worth, and each ticket has been scalped to a price of ten million Silver.

Those buying tickets were swarming like moths to a flame.

Just from this one ticket sale, the Combat Pavilion could earn hundreds of billions of Silver.

Xue Wuhen looked at the sea of people outside, with many crushing their heads in their eagerness to buy tickets, a playful smile appeared on his face, "Xiao Tianjiao’s reputation really is useful, just hearing that someone wants to challenge Xiao Tianjiao’s record, and so many people have rushed over!"

"After all, he is the number one talent of the Great Qian Dynasty, the current Saint Heir of Tianjian Sect, and he has just recently broken through to the Dharma Manifestation Realm, he’s really in the limelight!"

"Pavilion Master, all the tickets have been sold out!"

"The top ten sects, the four major noble families, the royal family, the Xiao Family... basically, anyone in the imperial capital who is qualified to buy a ticket is here!"

Listening to the continuing stream of good news from his subordinates, Xue Wuhen nodded, squinting his eyes, "How are the personnel arrangements going?"

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"As per your orders, personnel from the First Layer to the Ninth Layer of Tao Tribulation Realm have all been arranged."

A Golden Elixir Realm Peak expert revealed a sinister smile, "I’ve also discussed it with them, the first eight will intentionally lose to Yi Punch, then we’ll defeat him with the ninth!"

Xue Wuhen squinted his eyes, speaking indifferently, "Remember to have them perform convincingly, don’t let any flaws be detected."

"Pavilion Master, rest assured! They are all experienced at this!"

Xue Wuhen nodded in satisfaction, gesturing, "Send Yi Punch to the Heaven Character Pavilion then!"

"Yes!"

Several people immediately withdrew.

Xue Wuhen took a gentle sip of the drink in his hand, clucking in admiration, "Good wine must be savored slowly... All these fellows are supremely shrewd, it really takes a big bait to coax the money out of their pockets!"

On the way to the Heaven Character Pavilion duel arena.

Xiao Yi, his face covered by a black mask, paused in his steps as a figure appeared before him.

That figure was so familiar.

Their four eyes met.

Xiao Yi recognized the other party at a glance, but it seemed as though the other party did not recognize him at all.

This person was Xiao Zhengde, the head of the Xiao Family!

The Combat Pavilion strongman guiding the way respectfully said, "Xiao Family Head!"

"Mhm!"

Xiao Zhengde nodded, his face displaying arrogance as he sized up Xiao Yi with a slant eye, "Kid, are you the one boldly claiming to challenge the record set by my son?"

Xiao Yi’s body went rigid, his fists clenched involuntarily.

Even though he kept telling himself that that family had nothing to do with him anymore, that the man before him was not his father,

when truly facing him, he still inevitably held some expectation, hoping that Xiao Zhengde would recognize him. However, reality once again disappointed him. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yi nodded, "Yes, it’s me!"

Tsk!

Xiao Zhengde scoffed, his arms crossed as he circled Xiao Yi, shaking his head, "I can’t see what’s so special about you. You don’t look like a fool, so how could you have such an unrealistic idea? Young man, I’d advise you to give up. My son Tianjiao is the number one talent of the Great Qian Dynasty, the Saint Heir of Tianjian Sect, a tremendous expert in the Dharma Manifestation Realm at just twenty-four years old. What gave you the courage to challenge his record?"

Indeed.

Nothing has changed at all!

In his eyes, there is only Xiao Tianjiao.

Xiao Yi let out a long breath of foul air and struggled to calm himself, speaking lightly, "There’s always someone better, how can one know without trying?"

"Hahaha, what a sayings, ’There’s always someone better.’ While it’s true, it’s meant for ants like you. My son Tianjiao, is the ’someone better’ you speak of..." Xiao Zhengde stated confidently, full of mockery.

Xiao Yi’s tightly clenched fist quietly relaxed and he said, "I might not be inferior to Xiao Tianjiao, how would I know without trying?"

This sentence had been buried in Xiao Yi’s heart for a very long time!

During those eight years of imprisonment, when Xiao Zhengde coldly announced that Xiao Yi should go to the Fang Family to become a live-in son-in-law, he had longed to say these words to Xiao Zhengde. However, Xiao Zhengde had never given him the chance.

Today, he finally said them.

Although...

Xiao Zhengde did not recognize him at all.

Xiao Zhengde was stunned, then shook his head and sighed, "Well, let us wait and see!"

The two passed by each other.

The sliver of hope in Xiao Yi’s heart, already so faint, was completely extinguished at this moment.

What replaced it was a trace of icy coldness and determination.

...

The Heaven Character Pavilion was ten times the size of the Earth Character Pavilion, after all, those who fought here were practitioners of the Tao Tribulation Realm, and the scale of their battles was countless times greater than that of Golden Core Realm fighters. The protective arrays around were also stronger.

Just maintaining this protective array for an hour would consume elemental stones worth over a hundred million silver.

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It could easily withstand the battles of those at the peak of the Tao Tribulation Realm.

The seats for spectators had already been filled.

The highest level on each of the four corners, east, south, west, and north, contained rows of VIP rooms, and each VIP room ticket started at ten million silver. Today, they had sold for as much as one hundred million silver. Anyone who could enter the VIP rooms was either a regional powerhouse or a merchant wealthy enough to rival nations.

Inside the VIP room on the east.

Yang Ling’s face was cold. Sitting next to him was a man in a luxurious robe who bore some resemblance to Yang Ling.

This was Yang Ling’s imperial brother, the sixth son of Emperor Qian, Yang Jin.

Yang Lin, a disciple of the Tianjian Sect and also in charge of the sect’s division in the imperial capital, sat there boldly, one leg crossed over the other, a mocking smile on his face, "Imperial brother, did I hear it was you and our father who recommended that Xiao Yi take charge of the Xiaoshanhe Institute?"

Yang Ling nodded expressionlessly.

Yang Jin clicked his tongue and said, "Foolish! Don’t you know about Xiao Yi’s relationship with Xiao? You let him sit as the head of the Xiaoshanhe Institute; isn’t that just offending Xiao for no reason?"

Yang Ling replied indifferently, "Whether it’s Xiao Yi or Xiao Tianjiao, they are all subjects of the Great Qian Dynasty. What’s wrong with my recommendation of Xiao Yi?"

"Even if you recommended a beggar or even a cat or a dog, there would be nothing inappropriate. But you specifically recommended Xiao Yi, which is slapping Xiao in the face, stirring up trouble between Xiao and the royal family..."

Yang Jin scoffed coldly, fully aware he had no qualifications to compete for the throne and always supporting the eldest prince Yang Kun, he naturally did not show goodwill towards Yang Ling, "Once this matter is over, immediately submit a petition to our father to dismiss Xiao Yi, and go to the Tianjian Sect to find Xiao and apologize to him in person, begging for his forgiveness. That is the eldest prince’s wish!"

"Dismiss Xiao Yi? Apologize to Xiao Tianjiao?"

Yang Ling caught his breath, then sneered and shook his head, "Go back and tell the eldest prince that if he wants to ingratiate himself with Xiao Tianjiao, that’s his business. Expect me, Yang Ling, to bow to him? Sorry, I can’t do that!"

"You..."

Yang Jin’s face turned alternately pale and flushed, his eyes instantly turned cold, and he huffed, "Very well, I hope you can still be so defiant when Xiao’s wrath descends!"

Yang Ling responded coolly, "You needn’t worry yourself, Imperial Brother!"

"Hmph!"

Yang Jin snorted and stormed off.

Yang Ling’s palm clenched the armrest so hard it burst apart, and as the wood chips fluttered, his gaze turned toward the dueling arena, "Xiao Yi, you better not disappoint me!"