Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 253 - 254 Truly a Qilin Child

Everyone was drawn to Wu Tian’s disdainful laughter. On the high platform, Murong Ziqi ceased his sword dance.

"What do you mean by that?" Murong Guangfu could never quite look favorably upon his nephew, Wu Tian.

Too arrogant. A person like that, even if they find success, will only enjoy it for a moment. It won’t last. Only his son, Murong Ziqi, whose arrogance is backed by genuine talent, can be timeless.

"What I mean is," Wu Tian’s laughter subsided as he spoke calmly, "even if your son cultivates for another hundred years, he couldn’t defeat a single one of my fingers."

This statement caused the members of the Murong Family to shake their heads.

This time, even Murong Dawei did the same. He thought he knew all of Wu Tian’s secrets. As the Prime Minister’s heir, Wu Tian’s political power would one day certainly surpass Murong Ziqi’s. But his martial prowess? How could it possibly compare to Murong Ziqi’s?

Murong Yezi, Qin Yuhan, and the little one, however, thought differently from the others.

Murong Yezi hoped that the Murong Family wouldn’t provoke her son too much. Otherwise, there would be no need for anyone else to come and destroy them.

"Father, it seems Cousin Wu Tian doesn’t quite understand the realms of martial arts, nor does he grasp the true gap between us," Murong Ziqi said as he descended from the platform. He seemed to be in a good mood about something, so he wasn’t angered by Wu Tian’s words.

"It seems you were behind this," Wu Tian said, looking at Murong Ziqi, whose face was beaming. He must have done something the previous night to be in such high spirits.

"No, whatever happened at a subsidiary of Qin Corporation has nothing to do with me," Murong Ziqi quickly responded.

"I haven’t even said what happened, so how could you possibly know about it?" Wu Tian let out a cold laugh. "It’s barely past seven. The newspapers are probably still being printed, and the journalists are busy writing their articles. How is it that you already know?"

"..." Murong Ziqi was momentarily at a loss for words.

Did I just give myself away? Still, he wasn’t afraid. So what if Wu Tian knew? What could he possibly do? With the Sword Emperor’s help, he had already reached the Innate Realm. His strength was no less than Huang Xuantian’s in his prime, making him the rightful heir to Huang Xuantian’s position among the Seven Saints of Dragon Country.

"After the banquet, you will learn the consequences," Wu Tian said, his voice light.

Murong Ziqi sneered and replied in a low voice, "Good. I’d like to see what you can do to me, cousin!"

Although no one knew what had passed between Wu Tian and Murong Ziqi, the tension in the air was palpable.

Murong Guangfu immediately stepped forward. "Wu Tian, your mother hasn’t had a single proper birthday since she left the Murong Family. This time, we will host a grand birthday banquet for her and show you what a true high-society birthday party looks like."

Wu Tian simply shrugged, indicating he would wait and see what tricks the Murong Family had up their sleeves.

The atmosphere subsequently calmed down. Wu Tian held the little girl, feeding her slices of apple and pear, but she wanted meat. The child pleaded with her beautiful eyes for a long time, but Wu Tian just kept giving her fruit.

"Hmph!" The little girl wriggled in his arms unhappily. "Daddy, don’t you love me anymore? Did you find another little girl?"

The statement hit like a thunderous roar. Qin Yuhan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Wu Tian sighed. "You’re the only one."

"Then to prove that I’m your only little princess, give me meat," the child stated her true desire.

Wu Tian was frustrated. Aren’t fruits good? How does such a young child already know that meat tastes better than fruit? I’m only forbidding you from eating meat for your own good. When girls grow up, they all cry about needing to lose weight. For the sake of your future beautiful figure, I’ll take care of all this meat myself! Of course, given Wu Tian’s personality, he would only think these words, never say them aloud.

Meanwhile, Murong Guangfu lowered his voice and spoke to his sons, including Murong Ziqi, "This time, are you confident you can win back my honor?"

Murong Guangfu cared deeply about his reputation. This time, however, he had come to Yang City like a beggar to ask Yezi for money. Now, he was staying put like a homeless man, refusing to leave. He was counting on this birthday banquet to prove his worth. He wanted to show Murong Yezi and Wu Tian that the Murong Family were not beggars, but had powerful connections and possessed incredible potential.

"Don’t worry," Murong Ziqi nodded. He had woken up very early that morning to call several people, inviting them to Murong Yezi’s birthday banquet. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Just then, the PUBG-themed chicken cake from the AK47 Restaurant was brought out. It was shaped just like the chicken from the game and smelled of roasted chicken. In reality, it was a cake. Only the outer layer was chicken skin; its insides had been hollowed out and filled with cake. This was a new style of cake exclusive to the AK47 Restaurant.

Murong Guangfu felt a wave of disappointment when he saw that the guests his sons had invited still hadn’t arrived. His mood plummeted.

At that very moment, Murong Ziqi spotted someone at the entrance. "Boss Yang, the tycoon of Peng City’s catering industry, has arrived."

A few people walked in, led by a portly man. Despite his size, he carried himself with an air of nobility, clearly a successful entrepreneur.

Seeing him, Murong Guangfu nodded and whispered to Murong Ziqi, "Son, you’ve really earned me face."

Murong Ziqi smiled confidently. A few years ago, he had traveled to Peng City and made a name for himself by crushing every major martial arts gym in the city, which was how he had become acquainted with Boss Yang.

Displaying his gentlemanly demeanor, Murong Ziqi immediately went up to greet him. "Boss Yang, I didn’t expect you to actually come."

"Hahaha! Your business is my business, Brother Murong. How could I miss your aunt’s birthday?" Boss Yang laughed heartily.

Murong Guangfu seized the opportunity to sidle up to Murong Yezi and Wu Tian, chuckling. "Sister, look. Ziqi’s network isn’t bad, is it? This is Boss Yang. His family ranks among the top five in Peng City and controls sixty percent of the South’s catering industry. It’s no exaggeration to call him a giant in the food world."

With that, Murong Guangfu prepared to personally greet Boss Yang. For the future restoration of the nation, they would need the financial support of men like Boss Yang.

At the same time, the Murong family servants at the entrance welcomed another group. When the new arrivals presented their business cards, the servants stared in disbelief, stunned for a long moment before recovering and shouting out the names:

"From the Cui Family of Qinghe, Family Head Elder Cui Chong has arrived!"

"The Lord of the Southern Province, Xiao Tianzan, has arrived!"

"From the Kuangte Family, the Family Head, Madam Tellam, has arrived!"

"The supreme master of the antiques world, Elder Xiao Liang, has arrived!"

"From the Zheng Family of Xingyang, Family Head Elder Zheng Tianshi and his wife, Hong Mei, have arrived!"

The prestige of these names was staggering, leaving Murong Zhongzheng and the others utterly dumbfounded. Compared to them, the Murong Family were mere wealthy landowners, while these guests were true magnates. The gap between them was immense.

A thought struck Murong Guangfu, and his face lit up with excitement. He rushed over to Murong Ziqi and exclaimed joyfully, "You truly are a Qilin son! To think you secretly made such impressive connections without telling your father. Were you trying to surprise me? Hahaha, you’ve done it! With these people here, the restoration of our nation is truly within reach."

He failed to notice that Murong Ziqi himself was just as bewildered.

When did I get to know these people? was the only thought in Murong Ziqi’s mind.