Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 289 - 291: Prosperity in Compliance, Perish in Defiance (2/7)

Chapter 289: Chapter 291: Prosperity in Compliance, Perish in Defiance (2/7)

"No!" Huangfu Huisheng cried out in horror.

But Wu Tian’s word was as immovable as Mount Tai. Having said he would crush him, how could he possibly go back on it?

With one step, he stomped down.

BOOM!

The foot descended with the weight of a mountain, landing squarely on Huangfu Huisheng’s aged face.

BOOM!

Under that single foot, Huangfu Huisheng, President of the Chinese Medicine Association, was instantly crushed to ash.

Seeing this, the other traditional doctors trembled, their courage shattered. None dared to utter another word. In their eyes, Wu Tian was no longer human.

Wu Tian’s gaze then swept over the remaining traditional and Western-style doctors. They hadn’t been driven away by Zhou Weimou because he wanted to see what Wu Tian intended to do. When Wu Tian’s eyes fell upon them, a tingling numbness crawled up their scalps. His eyes were calm, but within those tranquil pupils seemed to lurk Hell itself, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze. Some were so terrified by his indifferent stare that they wet themselves.

"I... I am a Western doctor," a foreign doctor immediately cried out in the broken language of the Dragon Country. "Their deaths are their own affair! It has nothing to do with us!"

"Yes, just let us go."

Indeed, this matter was unrelated to them. Wu Tian stood quietly, taking no action. The Western doctors exchanged glances, a wave of relief washing over them. As they turned to leave, one of them muttered, "I never thought the Dragon Country had someone so formidable. How did we ever manage to bully them in the past?"

"I bet our country has people even more powerful than him; they’re just hidden," said another foreign doctor. "Maybe superheroes from the movies—like Superman, Batman, and the Transformers—actually exist."

"Exactly. Let the people of the Dragon Country have their moment of arrogance. When the powerhouses from our nations finally emerge, they’ll realize they’re just as weak as they used to be—no match for us."

"Right. And texts like ’The Outer Treatise of the Yellow Emperor’ and ’Thirteen Treatises on Zhu You’ will almost certainly end up in our countries. The things we plundered from the Dragon Country back then are still sitting in our museums and in the hands of private collectors, heh heh heh..."

They were not foolish; they spoke in hushed tones. Even the nearest soldiers only heard a faint buzzing, like mosquitoes, with no idea what these foreigners were saying. But Wu Tian heard.

Threads of a terrifying, blood-red aura became visible to the naked eye. They pulsed from Wu Tian’s slender frame, as if they were sentient, living things. As this Blood Qi appeared, the air turned utterly frigid and the atmosphere grew heavy.

The next moment, the Blood Qi surged toward the Western doctors. One of them was instantly engulfed, and when the Blood Qi receded, nothing remained. Not even a speck of bone.

Seeing this, the other Western doctors trembled violently. They exchanged glances, many of them realizing that their whispered conversation had been overheard. Suddenly, they felt the gates of Hell opening for them; they were going to die in the Dragon Country today. Some of the doctors’ legs shook uncontrollably. For others, it was more humiliating, as the distinct stench of urine wafted from their trousers.

"You can’t! You can’t do this!"

"Right, we’re willing to apologize!"

"I’m from the Arthur Country of England! You can’t do this to me!"

"I’m from the United States of America! I’m willing to admit I was wrong!"

"I’m a doctor from the Iron Wolf Country of Germany! I’ll admit I was wrong, too!"

This was their understanding of the people of the Dragon Country. They believed an apology was all it would take to be forgiven. After all, how had the people of the Dragon Country treated invaders like the Xiongnu and the Tujue in ancient times? They fought back, but whether they won or lost, they ultimately treated their foes with courtesy. Their own ancestors had rampaged across this land with impunity. Therefore, they reasoned that if they apologized, the people of the Dragon Country would grant them some face, considering the mighty Empires standing behind them.

"Die," Wu Tian said coldly.

"You can’t," Zhou Weimou interjected, a grave thought striking him. "If the Foreign States find out about this, our Dragon Country will..."

Unconcerned, Wu Tian flicked his finger again. The Blood Qi, like a savage beast, opened its gaping maw and devoured the remaining Western doctors. The outcome was self-evident. Not a single bone fragment remained.

Xiao Tianzan knew Wu Tian’s actions today likely had other implications. For instance, Wu Tian was revered in the South, but only in the Jianghu. As long as Zhou Weimou controlled the military, Wu Tian couldn’t truly be called the King of the South. By acting this way in front of Zhou Weimou, he was sending a message, declaring who was the true master of the South now!

Xiao Tianzan decided to give him a push.

What is Wu Tian after? It’s not worldly power, I already know that. The higher Wu Tian climbs, the more help he can offer me in the future.

Xiao Tianzan, known as the Admiral of the Nine Gates, was just, but not selfless. He had selfish motives, but they served the cause of greater justice.

"Everyone, listen to me," Xiao Tianzan suddenly spoke, his voice booming like a great bell, roaring like a tiger in the mountains. Zhou Weimou and the others snapped their attention to him.

"Huangfu Huisheng is dead," Xiao Tianzan continued, his tone solemn and commanding. "The Dragon Country’s Chinese Medicine Association cannot be without a leader for a single day. As a leader in the South, I propose Mr. Wu Tian as the president of the Chinese Medicine Association."

The square fell silent, the only sound the howling of the wind. Zhou Weimou’s brow furrowed into a tight knot. As a soldier, he was no fool. He could see that the relationship between Wu Tian and Xiao Tianzan was far from simple.

What are they up to? Can it be that, like the Sword Emperor, they harbor traitorous ambitions? Are they secretly plotting something?

But the one to object to Xiao Tianzan was none other than Wu Tian himself.

"President of the Chinese Medicine Association? It doesn’t suit me." Wu Tian shook his head slightly, but then, with a sudden twist, he took the little girl from Qin Yuhan’s arms, held her high, and declared, "As of now, she is the president of the Chinese Medicine Association."

The crowd was dumbfounded. Appointing Wu Tian himself as president would have been a stretch, as his limited medical experience would have surely met with opposition from some of the old masters. But Wu Tian had nominated someone with even less experience—a little girl. Could this possibly work?

"Does anyone object?" Wu Tian’s icy eyes scanned the crowd, the corners of his mouth curling into a knowing smile as he added lightly, "If you object, you can come and reason with me."

A frigid chill filled the air, and everyone felt an uncontrollable shiver. This was the Land of the South, but in that instant, it had become as cold as Antarctica or the Arctic. No one was a fool. Wu Tian had made himself perfectly clear: anyone who stepped forward to "reason" with him was simply asking to die.

The remaining traditional doctors, in particular, exchanged looks. Under Wu Tian’s gaze, they felt their scalps prickle with fear and promptly nodded their heads.

"I agree," an old doctor said immediately.

"I as well."

"From now on, she is the president of our Chinese Medicine Association."

Of course, the Chinese Medicine Association’s headquarters was in Longjing, home to many veteran doctors who would undoubtedly object. This was a worrying prospect. But Wu Tian wasn’t concerned. As the saying goes: submit and live, resist and die.