Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 266 - 268 Please Play with Me

Wu Tian was currently unaware of Wu Fa’s arrival. He didn’t even know his own father’s name.

At this moment, in the basement of the Qin Corporation, Wu Tian was holding the little one, with one hundred and eight men standing before him. He had already ordered that no one else was allowed to enter.

These one hundred and eight men were all strapping individuals, drawn from various groups: some belonged to Xiao Liang’s Wei Martial Soldiers, others were the Iron-Faced Men of the Qinghe Cui Clan, and a number were security personnel from the Qin Corporation. The group also included the Hound from the Underworld and several of his trusted brothers. They stood solemnly before Wu Tian, their faces expressionless.

A smile played on Wu Tian’s lips. He was now the most revered figure in the Jianghu of the South. However, with so many matters to attend to, he couldn’t handle everything personally. Therefore, he needed to train his own men.

These one hundred and eight individuals were the ones Wu Tian had selected. He intended to forge them into a force capable of dominating the city.

Within this group, some believed in Wu Tian, while others were skeptical. He had claimed that he could train them to a point where thirty of them could take down one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, and that if all 108 joined forces, they could contend with the other six Saints—with only the Sword Emperor being an exception.

Ordinary city dwellers had no idea what the Seven Saints of Dragon Country represented, but these men knew all too well. How could such a thing be possible? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Wu Tian teased the little one in his arms for a while, finding her nose amusing. Then, his gaze swept over the men. "It seems you don’t believe me, do you?" he said. "Do you think I’m just playing around? You’re right. I am playing around."

What? He admits he’s just playing? The one hundred and eight men were stunned by his words.

Unmoved, Wu Tian stood still holding the little one. His eyes met theirs coldly as he spoke, "I’m playing with you. Do you have a problem with that?"

In an instant, his gaze was like a myriad of converging swords. The piercing glare was too much for the one hundred and eight men to handle. Their faces paled, and their bodies began to tremble.

"The weak are merely toys for the strong—this is the ultimate truth of the world." Holding the little one, Wu Tian slowly took a step forward. To the one hundred and eight men, he suddenly seemed as immense as the towering Mount Buzhou—endless and invincible. An infinite, overwhelming pressure washed over them. Unable to resist, their knees bent. Before they could even take a full breath, they collapsed to their knees on the hard floor with a series of loud THUDS. Kneeling before Wu Tian, the one hundred and eight men found it exceedingly difficult to even breathe.

Wu Tian smiled faintly. "I am playing with you, yes. But my casual play can elevate you several levels above where you are now."

His words finally made the men understand what he truly meant. Is he saying that our intense daily training is less useful than him just messing around with us?

"To become my playthings is your honor," Wu Tian continued.

Among the one hundred and eight, some were not convinced. One of the burly men stepped forward, his voice filled with anger. "Mr. Wu Tian, I know you’re powerful, but you can’t say that! It’s an insult!"

Wu Tian laughed heartily, replying with disdain, "An insult? No, I’m speaking the truth. Countless people would beg for the chance to be played with by me."

The one hundred and eight men were taken aback again, but many of them clenched their teeth. After all, Wu Tian had chosen them from the crowd precisely because they were hot-blooded men with spirit.

"Mr. Wu Tian, why do you say it’s an honor to be played with by you? Can you give us an explanation?"

"Explain?" Wu Tian laughed. "The strong do not need to explain anything to the weak!"

The strong do not need to explain anything to the weak!

This phrase, a core tenet of the law of the jungle, made the one hundred and eight men lower their heads. Though vexing, they had to acknowledge its truth.

The little one looked at the men, then suddenly struggled to climb down from Wu Tian’s arms. She looked at them and sighed. "You have to listen to my dad," she said. "If you’re not obedient, you’ll miss out on a great opportunity."

The one hundred and eight men didn’t know what to say. They just thought this little girl was incredibly cute. But what opportunity is she talking about? Is being ’played with’ by Wu Tian really an opportunity?

The little girl huffed. "Hmph. It seems you don’t believe your granny’s words, huh?"

She raised her right fist. It was small and delicate, looking more adorable than powerful. But in the next moment, she slammed that fist into the floor.

BOOM!

With a deafening crack, the floor shattered under her punch, fissures spreading out from the point of impact like a spider’s web. She raised her fist again, which was now smoking slightly, and blew on her knuckles as if to cool them.

The one hundred and eight men were dumbstruck, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit a tennis ball. Some even rubbed their eyes involuntarily. Am I seeing things?

When they came to their senses, they looked at the little girl again, their gazes now filled with awe and fear. They never imagined they would feel such reverence for a child.

What were we doing at her age? Playing in the mud?

The little girl said, "My dad taught me this. No, wait, maybe he ’played’ me into being this strong. So, tell me now, do you want to be played with by my dad?"

The one hundred and eight men looked at each other, their masculine desire for power burning hotter than ever. The phrase "to be played with" was deeply insulting. But now, they no longer thought so. Their eyes blazed with fervent desire as they stared at Wu Tian, their excitement reaching a fever pitch.

"We... we want you to train us!" one of them stammered.

"Yes! Please train us!" others chimed in.

All one hundred and eight men were overcome with excitement and eagerness.

"No, I won’t train you. You’re not worthy," Wu Tian said, shaking his head. Train them?

He had indeed trained people before, and they had gone on to become kings and emperors. Since returning from the Immortal Emperor Realm, he had traversed the All Heavens, leaving blessings in his wake. Because of him, a simple snake became a Dragon King. A fish became a behemoth of the Cang Sea. A mere cowherd became a Great Sect Hierarch.

Such examples were countless.

In Wu Tian’s eyes, the one hundred and eight men before him were simply not qualified for his training.

"Remember, it’s playing, not training. Say it again," Wu Tian commanded coldly.

The one hundred and eight men exchanged glances. ’Play’? That word was truly difficult to utter.

The Hound, however, didn’t care about such things. He was the current boss of the Yang City Underworld, but his ambition didn’t stop there. He had "grown" from a frail, honest, and obedient top student who was constantly bullied into an Underworld boss who could kill without blinking an eye. His aspirations, however, went far beyond that.

"Please... please play with me," the Hound was the first to speak up. "I... I am willing to be your plaything."