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Upon hearing the words "betrothal gifts," Haotian breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan was reasonable enough. Since he offered betrothal gifts, it meant there was still room for negotiation, at least to save face. Perhaps he could even give some innate spiritual treasures to make up for the Heavenly Court's losses.

"Lin Xuan, since you're so sincere..." Hao Tian was about to put on airs.

"Of course," Lin Xuan smiled brightly. "This betrothal gift of mine will be something you'll never forget."

After saying that, Lin Xuan didn't take out any magic weapon, but instead shouted at the sky.

"Eighth Brother! Stop hiding in the clouds, come out and give your uncle a gift!"

The clouds dispersed.

Yao Ji landed holding a child.

The child looked to be less than a year old, with delicate features and a red headband tied around his forehead. Most striking was the vertical silver line between his eyebrows, which subtly radiated a chilling sharpness.

This is Lin Jian, the son of Lin Xuan and Yao Ji. He will become the future Erlang Shen Zhenjun.

Haotian's face paled when he saw Yaoji. Then, seeing the child, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"This...this is..."

"This is your nephew, Lin Jian." Lin Xuan walked over, picked up Lin Jian, and gestured to Haotian. "Come here, son, that's your uncle. Look at that golden thing on his head, isn't it beautiful?"

Although Lin Jian was young, his eyes were incredibly bright. He followed Lin Xuan's finger and his gaze locked onto the flat crown on Haotian's head.

That crown was recently repaired by Haotian at great expense; it was covered with all sorts of gemstones, so dazzling they were blinding.

"Eeya!" (Sparkling!)

Lin Jian waved his little hands excitedly.

"Since you like it, then help your uncle 'fix' it." Lin Xuan whispered to his son with a mischievous smile.

next second.

The silver line between Lin Jian's eyebrows suddenly opened.

"Buzz—!"

A beam of silver light shot out without any warning. This beam was incredibly fast and carried the power of laws that could annihilate all illusions.

Haotian felt a chill run down his spine.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The newly repaired crown on Haotian's head was sliced ​​in half by this beam of light.

The once towering, flat crown has instantly transformed into a flat-topped pot lid. The cut is as smooth as a mirror, even flatter than if it had been measured with a ruler.

A few strands of burnt hair slowly drifted down.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

The heavenly soldiers and generals covered their mouths tightly, fearing that if they laughed out loud they would be silenced.

Haotian touched his cold head and froze completely.

"This..." Lin Xuan looked at Haotian's new look and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, this look is quite unique. The flat roof symbolizes 'peace throughout the land.' Haotian, this is a great gift from my son to you, do you like it?"

Haotian trembled all over, his face turning a deep liver color.

Is this a betrothal gift?

This is clearly an insult! A blatant insult!

But would he dare to get angry?

Look at Xing Tian wielding an axe, then look at Lin Yan who can breathe fire, and then there's Lin Jian who just opened his eyes and started chipping away at his crown...

Haotian took a deep breath and swallowed back the swear words that were about to come out.

"I...I like it." Haotian gritted his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank you...nephew...for the gift."

These words were practically squeezed out from between his teeth.

"If you like it, that's good." Lin Xuan laughed heartily, pulling Long Ji into his arms and holding Lin Jian in his other arm. "Alright, we've given the gift and taken the person. Let's go home!"

"go home!"

The ancestral shamans shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Longji leaned against Lin Xuan's chest and glanced back at his father, the emperor, who stood under the South Heavenly Gate, wearing half a crown and looking utterly desolate.

The last vestige of her affection vanished.

"Let's go," Longji said softly.

The large group of people left the Heavenly Court in a grand procession, leaving behind only a mess and Haotian, still disheveled in the wind.