Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 792

Chapter 792: Chapter 795: Pegasus Soaring through the Skies

"Become a mistress?" Peony still couldn’t understand the true meaning behind the Ancestor of Blood Refinement’s words, only unpleasant conjectures.

This Ancestor of Blood Refinement... could he have a wife and want me to be his mistress?

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement was, of course, unaware of her inner thoughts. He simply wanted Peony to become a Cultivator to prepare for the future cultivation of Pan Peaches. The Ancestor of Blood Refinement also had Pan Peach seeds in his Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House. In fact, the treasure house contained all ten great Spirit Roots of the Mythical World.

For now, the Ancestor of Blood Refinement naturally wouldn’t plant them. After all, these celestial Spirit Roots were far too conspicuous. They would absorb the Spiritual Energy of an entire region as nourishment, drawing an immense amount of attention. Even Immortal Emperors would be drawn to them. The current Ancestor of Blood Refinement possessed the body of an Immortal Emperor, but he could only wield the Ninth Grade Immortal Spiritual Power of the Tongxuan Realm for a short time. Furthermore, his meager Spiritual Power was insufficient to execute some of an Immortal Emperor’s Martial Arts Techniques.

Cultivators’ Guilds existed in almost every region, yet they rarely garnered much attention. Those who did take an interest were mostly women, as a Cultivator’s job was simply to raise small pets and grow plants. Of course, some cultivated fierce pets and poisonous plants for combat, but these methods couldn’t compare to the lethality of Formations or Martial Artists. Thus, the animals and plants bred by Cultivators were, at present, mostly for amusement.

Wu Tian led Peony into the Cultivators’ Guild. There weren’t many people inside; being a Cultivator was widely seen as a profession with no future. The president of the Cultivators’ Guild came forward to greet them personally.

"May I ask what my two esteemed guests are looking for? We have charming little animals that girls love, and we also have plants that freshen the air," she said.

"What’s your most popular item here?" the Ancestor of Blood Refinement asked casually. His Bronze Ghost Mask was particularly eye-catching.

The Art of Blood Refinement had already emerged. Now, in the Imperial Capital, he was a household name. All Blood Refiners within the Three Realms revered him as their master. Even if he were to venture out, every Blood Refiner in the entire Immortal Emperor Realm would have to pay him the same respect. The president of the Cultivators’ Guild, a woman in her forties named Mrs. Song, knew she had to treat such a man with the utmost importance.

"Our most popular item is a type of plant! It bears a fruit called the Human-shaped Fruit. Eating it can increase one’s Spiritual Power." She led the Ancestor of Blood Refinement and Peony to a tree. There were many trees in the guild, but the fruit on this particular one was strange and especially eye-catching.

"This is the one. Please, have a taste," Mrs. Song said, plucking two Human-shaped Fruits and offering them to her guests.

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement extended his hand and took the fruit, knowing it was a gesture of goodwill. Free treasures are not to be refused. The so-called Human-shaped Fruit Tree was something only nobles purchased from the Cultivators’ Guild, as only they could afford to grow it. A single fruit cost five thousand Gold Coins. This was a price far beyond the reach of an ordinary person, whose monthly wages were a mere two or three thousand.

Wu Tian handed a fruit to Peony. "Try it."

Peony nodded. As the top Oiran of the Brothel, she had a sizable private fortune, but she had never spent it on such an expensive delicacy; money was hard to come by. She took a bite, and her beautiful eyes widened in astonishment at the delicious flavor. Her curiosity piqued, Peony gazed at the Human-shaped Fruit Tree, wondering how it could produce something so delectable.

Seeing her fascination with the tree, the Ancestor of Blood Refinement knew she was intrigued by the Cultivator profession, which meant she would likely develop an interest in it. He was very satisfied.

He turned to Mrs. Song. "You’re the president here. Does the job ever tire you? Have you considered a change in leadership?"

With the Azure Empire about to invade, the Cultivators represent a force. Why not take that power into my own hands? This was Wu Tian’s domineering line of thought.

"Replace me?" Mrs. Song was clearly displeased.

What is he trying to say? Does he blatantly want my position?

"That’s right. You’re being replaced," Wu Tian nodded.

Mrs. Song was furious. This man won’t even bother with a pretense? He just admitted it? She let out a dry laugh. "Unfortunately, that position is not mine to give. I am merely the acting president."

Wu Tian and Peony nodded. Who keeps a jungle in their home?

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