Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 297 - 299: The Little One’s Caprice [3/5]

The Whip Master was dead.

Neither the Gun Sovereign nor the army could save him. Wu Tian wanted him dead, so he had to die.

The soldiers stared blankly at Wu Tian’s figure, momentarily unsure of what to do. The scene that had just unfolded still felt like a dream.

How could one person be so powerful? And what was that phenomenon in the sky?

In their eyes, Wu Tian’s existence was simply unbelievable, defying all logic. The soldiers had heard a thing or two from Zhou Weimou about the Jianghu, the sects, and the Five Surnames and Seven Families. To them, these were just things out of the martial arts dramas they saw on television. But the strength Wu Tian had displayed?

This wasn’t martial arts. This was something else entirely.

"Leave." After glancing at the soldiers, Wu Tian snapped his fingers. The sound instantly hypnotized them. The soldiers froze, their eyes growing hazy. They turned and walked away from the herbal company, their bodies moving involuntarily, their consciousness a blur.

Wu Tian stood there calmly.

"Boss," the thirty-six security guards said, approaching him with elated expressions.

Wu Tian gave his order. "Deal with the bodies now."

"Yes." The thirty-six guards nodded. To them, Wu Tian was the man who had given them a second chance at life. They immediately set about their grim task.

The Gun Sovereign stood his ground. He was not afraid; he did not fear death in service to his country.

The Gun Sovereign stepped forward, stopping just behind Wu Tian. "What do you intend to do with me?" he asked.

Gazing at the sky through the company’s window, Wu Tian said, "I gave you two options. Which did you choose?"

"I choose... to withdraw," the Gun Sovereign said through clenched teeth.

"A good choice," Wu Tian nodded. He could tell the Gun Sovereign didn’t fear death, but the man wanted to live, not die a pointless one. Therefore, he chose to withdraw.

"You may go."

Wu Tian waved his hand, signaling that the Gun Sovereign could leave at any time. The man had not harmed a single person, and Wu Tian was not one to kill indiscriminately.

The Gun Sovereign nodded, hoisted his spear—the Hao Long Gall—and prepared to leave. Suddenly, he remembered something, stopped, and turned back. "The Sword Emperor was once a true swordsman, but now he’s become vindictive and harbors ulterior motives. He has been searching for the Three Swords of Kong Zhou. If he obtains them, his swordsmanship will improve dramatically. You should be careful."

With that, the Gun Sovereign departed.

Wu Tian was surprised to hear the Sword Emperor was actually searching for the Three Swords of Kong Zhou. Han Guang, Cheng Ying, and Xiao Lian were all famous swords from Dragon Country’s ancient past.

The Sword Emperor? By what right does he think he can possess them? A cold smile touched Wu Tian’s lips.

Seeing that everything was over, Xia Qian and the other employees finally emerged from hiding.

"Are you all right?" Xia Qian asked.

Wu Tian shook his head.

The thirty-six security guards quickly finished their work and returned to Wu Tian’s side.

"Issue the order to investigate everyone close to the Sword Emperor. Keep an eye on their movements." Hearing Wu Tian’s words, the thirty-six guards nodded.

As Wu Tian’s toys, they had to execute his orders to the letter. And they could never ask why. As toys, they had to place their complete trust in their master.

Just then, Wu Tian’s cell phone rang. He answered it.

"Your daughter is throwing a tantrum. I can’t handle her! You’d better get back here right now, or don’t bother coming back at all!"

Only one person would ever dare speak to him like that—Qin Yuhan.

Wu Tian bid farewell to Xia Qian and headed home. Meanwhile, news reports and newspaper articles were already circulating. In an instant, the name Wu Tian shook the entire South and its surrounding regions. The videos and photos made him look utterly inhuman. Many people suspected the journalists and news programs were either joking or had switched careers to storytelling.

How could a person be so powerful? Do they think he’s Superman?

Soon, more news followed: the dark clouds, the army’s defeat—it was all Wu Tian’s doing. The common folk couldn’t take it anymore and hastily changed the channel, convinced the news was spouting nonsense.

However, the news was completely baffling to all the Jianghu sects in the South and its surrounding areas, as well as the other powers aware of the Martial Arts World. Those who didn’t know of Wu Tian immediately began investigating his background. All they could find was an SSSSS business rating. As for the four years he had been missing, they couldn’t dig up a single thing. Not one trace, not a single clue could be found.

The leaders of these forces were seasoned and worldly. They sensed there was more to Wu Tian than met the eye and hurriedly issued orders to acknowledge him as the sovereign of the South, sending gifts without delay.

At the same time, many of these powers also took notice of the little one. Her connections—to the Sect Leader of Wudang, the head of the Huang Family, the owner of the Imperial Kitchen, and the president of the Chinese Medicine Association—left them dumbstruck.

What is a blue-chip prospect? This is it! Perhaps in a decade or so, the entire Martial Arts World of Dragon Country will revolve around this little girl.

The Sword Emperor, even the foremost among the historical Seven Saints of Dragon Country, not even ancient heroes like Great Hero Guo or the Divine Sculpture Hero, could compare to the little one’s accomplishments at such a young age.

When the patriarchs of these powerful families heard about the little one and then thought of their own children, they couldn’t help but snort in derision. That day was a miserable one for their children, as they were once again reacquainted with the curse of "someone else’s perfect child." Those kids, who had never even met the little one, were already grinding their teeth in frustration.

「Meanwhile, at Wu Tian’s home.」

Qin Yuhan was at her wit’s end with the little one. With summer vacation over, she wanted to send the girl to elementary school, but the little one adamantly refused to become an "elementary school student"!

"Sweetheart, you can’t just refuse to go to school," Qin Yuhan pleaded earnestly. She remembered her own childhood and how she had also disliked studying. But her father, Qin Zhengyang, had easily persuaded her. The little one was different; she was as stubborn and unyielding as a rock. The thought had barely crossed her mind when Qin Yuhan quickly shook her head. How could I compare my own precious child to a rock?

Qin Yuhan and Murong Yezi tried to persuade her further, but the little one’s devotion to the Path was unshakable. When she grew tired of listening, she simply began performing the Versatile Scripture, sitting cross-legged in meditation. Gradually, the essences of wind and clouds began to swirl around her body.

Mist filled the house, and a wind howled within the room, preventing Qin Yuhan and Murong Yezi from getting any closer. They were astonished that their daughter (granddaughter) was so formidable.

But was this a good thing, or a bad thing?

The two of them were completely at a loss.

It was at this moment that Wu Tian finally arrived home.

"What on earth happened?" he asked as he walked in.

With Wu Tian present, the family had its anchor. Qin Yuhan and Murong Yezi were overjoyed.

Qin Yuhan rushed to explain. "It’s about school! The little one is obsessed with her so-called ’Path,’ but what about her education? A child as smart as she is should be starting elementary school."