Swallowing humiliation to revive the great Golden Crow, a thoroughly satisfied kitty Qing

Yun Huang pointed at the dead chick, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

It was one thing for those little brats to know; they would never dare say much. But if the other elders of the Yun Clan learned that their sovereign, whose might had ruled across the ages, had once become a little chick kneaded in someone's hands, where would that leave his dignity as an Immortal Emperor?!

Yun Qing's abacus clattered away. "Brother Huang, look, I handle so many heavy clan duties for you every day. My only hobby is, ahem, keeping a few little animals."

"Brother Huang, could you really bear to watch your hardworking, accomplished elder brother, who won vast swathes of territory for you in the Heavenly Origin Contest for the Cauldron, sink into melancholy over the loss of his beloved pet, his Dao heart gathering dust, until he can no longer handle clan affairs?"

The more Yun Qing spoke, the smoother his words became. His skill at working his Brother Huang had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Yun Huang laughed in sheer fury.

Fine. Just fine.

This brat had gone out for a stroll, and not only had his cultivation grown, but the thickness of his hide was now rivaling the Clan-Guarding Formation!

He, a mighty Immortal Emperor, was actually being blackmailed like this by a junior!

The two stared each other down across the Jade Table.

One wore an expression that said, "If you don't agree, I'll cry right here," while the other's said, "Say one more word, and I'll cleave you in two."

The stalemate lasted a full cup of tea's time.

In the end, His Majesty the Immortal Emperor admitted defeat.

For no other reason than that Yun Qing's "tender, loving" gaze at Little Radiant Chick's Corpse was simply too nauseating.