Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 249 - 250 What Can You Do to Me (3/5)

After bidding farewell to Qiu Yulan, Lin Mo, and the others, Wu Tian took the little one and headed home, completely unaware of the conversation Zheng Tianshi and Hong Mei were having about him.

Of course, even if he had known, Wu Tian would have remained calm. After all, he had experienced a great deal in the Immortal Emperor Realm. Upon his return, he had traversed the All Heavens and witnessed countless bizarre and fantastic events.

In the upstairs room, the little one sat on Wu Tian’s stomach as he was lying down. "Daddy, Daddy, I want to learn Medical Technique too," she said. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Sure," Wu Tian nodded. He was willing to teach his child anything she wanted to learn, as long as he knew it himself. But he still reminded her, "You must remember, though, learning Medical Technique is a tedious process. If you decide to learn, you can’t give up halfway."

"I know, I know," the little one said sweetly.

She refused to believe it. Her dad could learn it, so why couldn’t she? She just wouldn’t accept that.

"Daddy, Daddy, is your Medical Technique the very best?" the little one pondered, her big eyes rolling as she asked again.

"Of course not," replied Wu Tian.

"Daddy, you really lack confidence," the little one said, shaking her head.

She didn’t know that Wu Tian was being completely serious. In the Immortal Emperor Realm, he was one of the three great Divine Doctors. However, during his journey across the All Heavens, Wu Tian had realized that there were many Divine Doctors, each with their own unique strengths, and their medical knowledge was equally profound and extensive.

"Oh, I see." The little one glanced at Wu Tian’s expression, looking a little downcast. But she quickly perked up, leaned in to give him a kiss, and said comfortingly, "Daddy, you have to believe in yourself! Your Medical Technique will definitely be number two."

"Don’t worry, I believe in myself." Seeing his daughter trying to console him, Wu Tian smiled and nodded, but he couldn’t help his curiosity. "Then who’s number one?"

The little one looked at him with her big eyes, blinking playfully before breaking into a happy grin. "Of course, it’s me! In any field I’m in, Daddy, if you dare to be number one, I’ll start crying. And I know that once I cry, you’ll be at a complete loss, totally flustered, and suffer defeat after defeat..."

She cheerfully recited a string of idioms she had learned.

Wu Tian gave a wry smile.

Finally, it was time for dinner. Wu Tian took the little one downstairs, who no longer needed a bib to eat. She chattered on about how grown up she was, making Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan laugh.

But just as they finished eating, members of the Murong Family showed up again.

Wu Tian was disdainful. This so-called Murong Family wasn’t some noble lineage; they were more like a dog-skin plaster you couldn’t get rid of.

"I... I came because I have something to say." Murong Zhongzheng looked at his daughter, Murong Yezi, then at Wu Tian, Qin Yuhan, and the little one. He hesitated, looking too embarrassed to speak.

Seeing his father’s reluctance, Murong Guangfu couldn’t hold back any longer. With a smile plastered on his face, he said, "Wu Tian, Yuhan, Yezi, do you know about the Murong Family’s current situation?"

Wu Tian chuckled. What did the Murong Family have to do with him? Qin Yuhan, also knowing the Murong Family had ulterior motives, did not give them a friendly look.

It was Murong Yezi who sighed and said, "Big Brother, why are you trying to deceive me? The Murong Family is still a well-known family in Gusu."

Murong Guangfu’s face stiffened, then twisted into a look of dejection. "No, no, no, Little Sister, you’re wrong this time. Our Murong Family may be small in fortune, but we are large in number. If this goes on, there will be too many mouths to feed. It’s simply unsustainable."

"Well..." Murong Yezi thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Big Brother, that just proves our family rules are wrong. The Murong Family is no longer royalty, so why do we still have this rule that every generation’s Family Head must have at least three wives and over ten children, like some parody of the Three Palaces and Six Courts? That rule is wrong and must be changed."

Murong Zhongzheng nodded. When he was young, he saw nothing wrong with it, but now that he was older, he too recognized how inappropriate the rule was. Having several wives and numerous children wouldn’t make the Murong Family stronger, only weaker. The rules of the Murong Family had to evolve with the times.

"How can you say that?" Murong Ziqi couldn’t help but stand up and object. "Marrying several wives and having over ten children—these imperial conditions are what remind our Murong Family Heads, from generation to generation, of the Emperor’s ambition. It must never be forgotten! The descendants of the Murong must always remember their duty to restore our nation!"

The Murong descendants were all educated within the family, where the only history they learned was the history of the Murong. Generation after generation, they were imbued with a single idea: the Murong noble family had once claimed the title of Emperor for the sake of the world. They believed that for perpetual peace to reign, the world needed the Murong to lead. This idea was bizarre, and most people would think it idiotic. But to the Murong descendants, who had been inculcated with this notion from birth, it seemed perfectly normal.

This time, Murong Ziqi was here to set his sights on the Qin Corporation and its herbal medicine company. He sighed, feigning a look of sorrow. "Cousin Wu Tian, Yuhan, what the Murong Family asks for this time is truly simple. Could you allow our descendants a chance to stand on their own two feet? Let them enter your corporation and start from the bottom?"

This request, on the surface, seemed reasonable.

"Yes, Wu Tian, Yuhan, you can help with a favor like this, can’t you?" Murong Guangfu immediately added.

"That’s right! We’re not asking to be department heads. Just let us into the company to work our way up from the bottom," the other Murong descendants chimed in one by one.

"It’s just a small favor for you."

"Aunt, Cousin, no matter what, we’re all family. Surely you wouldn’t refuse to help with something so small, would you?"

Only Murong Dawei remained silent. He was aware of Wu Tian’s true background. He wouldn’t follow Murong Ziqi’s plan; that would be a death wish. When Wu Tian decided to settle this account in the future, who among them could withstand his wrath?

"Cousins, are you really so heartless? You’d watch your own family live in poverty and refuse to offer even a little help?" Murong Ziqi asked, feigning distress. A smug look, however, was hidden in his eyes.

He planned to infiltrate the Qin Corporation with Murong descendants, one by one. Starting from the bottom, they would gradually consume the company until the Qin Corporation became the Murong Corporation. Generally, anyone would agree to such a request, because it was a small favor. If they refused, word would get out that they were petty.

However, meeting Murong Ziqi’s triumphant gaze, Wu Tian just smiled arrogantly. In his eyes, Murong Ziqi and his ilk were less than ants, smaller than sesame seeds. Enunciating each word with clear disdain, he said, "I won’t help. And what can you do about it?"