Afterwards, Xie Qi came to the Founding Institute. Some of the people here were ordinary people, some were from wealthy families, and some were sons of ministers.

Although all the ministers in the court are now on the side of the impostor, these time travelers who were rescued by Xie Qi personally are on Xie Qi's side.

But they were actually confused about the matter of immortals.

So when Xie Qi came here, there was no motivation as before.

Liu Zhi: "Your Majesty! You are here! We would like to ask you one more thing."

Xie Qi: "What's the matter?"

Liu Yanxue: "Even if Your Majesty can help us cancel the countdown of our lives, then you must not be an ordinary person. And that immortal... can immortality be cultivated in this world?"

Xie Qi: "No, that person is the last time traveler, but his world is different from yours. He traveled here from the world of cultivation."

"So he really knows magic?!"

Xie Qi: "What? Are you attracted to him? Do you want to please him too?"

"No, no, no! It's a misunderstanding, hahaha. There are just too many rumors in the capital lately. We are just curious."

"Yes, Your Majesty, if he is really an immortal, how will you deal with him?"

Xie Qi: "That's not something to worry about. I've already thought of a solution. I came here today to see how you're doing with the task I assigned to you."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty! We've already finished it."

The day of the burning at the stake soon arrived. Xie Qi sat on the stands in the West Market, while the other ministers stood on both sides of him with terrified looks on their faces.

There were also many civilians gathered in front of them. If the soldiers had not stopped them, they would probably have all rushed to Xie Qi.

Xie Qi glanced at the minister in charge of the entire matter: "I'm here? The prisoner hasn't arrived yet? Don't you take my words seriously?"

When the man heard this, he immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. I have already sent someone to ask for your help."

However, just as he was speaking, Xie Qi saw a very luxurious sedan chair coming towards him, and the person sitting in the sedan chair was the impostor.

Moreover, the jailers who were supposed to escort him here in a carriage and cage were actually carrying a sedan chair for him, and their posture was more impressive than that of the emperor himself.

When Jiao Tan was carried to the execution ground, Xie Qi could see clearly that the jailers' eyes were dim, as if they were being controlled by someone.

But the common people did not know this. They watched as Zhao Yunfeng raised his hand and the sedan chair he was sitting in turned into a chair more luxurious than the one the emperor sat on, and they believed even more that he was an immortal.

At this moment, Zhao Yunfeng sat across from Xie Qi, legs crossed, looking down at him as if even talking to him was a great favor. "Your Majesty, this immortal has never intended to be your enemy. I came down to earth to bless the Great Dynasty with good weather and good harvests. But you have offended me. Can you bear the consequences of this disaster? Now, this immortal asks nothing. I only ask that you, the emperor, kneel down and apologize to me, and I will forgive you."

Zhao Yunfeng's words were like a huge bell, echoing in everyone's ears, as if they were heavenly sounds floating down from the sky, shocking everyone's heart.

The people and ministers present were all shocked by the magnificent voice, and a feeling of awe welled up in their hearts.

They feared the immortal would become angry and bring down divine punishment on this vast empire, so they knelt one after another, begging the emperor to set aside his dignity and apologize to the immortal, hoping to gain his forgiveness.

"Great, that's great!" Xie Qi's voice was cold and majestic. "My world, the people I protect, actually want me to bow down and admit my mistakes to a monster. Have you all been bewitched by this monster?"

His words exploded in the crowd like thunder, shocking everyone.

Zhao Yunfeng frowned upon hearing this. He stared at Xie Qi, secretly wondering how an ordinary mortal could radiate such a powerful aura.

But he did not retreat. Instead, he straightened his body and responded, "Your Majesty, do you not believe that I am a god?"

Xie Qi sneered and said sternly, "You still think you're a god? I think you're just a demon transformed."

Zhao Yunfeng's face darkened upon seeing this, and he said slowly, "Since Your Majesty is so stubborn and refuses to believe, I will have no choice but to use a little trick to open Your Majesty's eyes."

As he spoke, he formed seals with his hands and a sword flew towards him from a certain direction. He took the sword and casually performed a rain-praying spell towards the sky. Suddenly, the sky, which had just been clear, was quickly covered by dark clouds, and the strong wind blew up the dust on the ground, as if foreshadowing that a heavy rainstorm was about to come.

Zhao Yunfeng: "Your Majesty, if you apologize now, I will prevent the storm from coming. Otherwise, I am not sure if the rain will be so heavy that it will flood the entire capital."

Everyone was terrified when they saw this scene. They were about to plead with His Majesty again to give in, but they heard the emperor say, "Even immortals kill? Are you really an immortal? After all, only monsters would be so disregarding of the lives of ordinary people."

Xie Qi's words instantly awakened everyone present. Before, they only thought that the other party could cast spells and believed that he was an immortal, but now if heavy rain really fell, wouldn't he be doing something evil?

Moreover, monsters can also cast spells. Could it be that what His Majesty said is true, and the other party is not an immortal but a monster? At this time, this thought kept flashing in their minds.

Zhao Yunfeng keenly noticed the change in attitude around him. He calmed himself and said, "Calling the wind and rain is the work of Heaven. Since I, the Immortal Lord, can make it rain, then it's only natural that Heaven considers you, the Emperor, to be blasphemous. And the monsters you're talking about are sheer nonsense. Monsters don't have the ability to control Heaven's will."

Zhao Yunfeng: "If Your Majesty truly has a crush on me, even if you can't get my love, you shouldn't disregard the lives of the people of this world."

These words made the already wavering crowd confused again. They looked at each other, not knowing which side to believe.

Xie Qi heard this and a sneer of mockery appeared on his lips. "According to your words, does that mean that those who can call the wind and rain are immortals? What if I can do that too?"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his slender fingers lightly, and the crisp sound of snapping fingers echoed in the air.

In an instant, the raging wind came to an abrupt halt, the thick dark clouds seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible hand, and the sun poured down, illuminating the entire sky with a clear blue.

Xie Qi leaned back in his chair, his voice low and majestic: "I am the Son of Heaven. If I don't allow it to rain, it won't rain."

Zhao Yunfeng's pupils suddenly shrank as he stared at the scene in disbelief. He had thought he was the only one in the world who understood immortal magic, but he had never imagined that the emperor before him could so easily stop the wind and rain.

Civil and military officials and the onlookers were equally shocked. They looked up at the sky that suddenly cleared, with disbelief written all over their faces.