Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 592 - 593: You Have a Bloody Disaster [4th Update, Subscribe Requested]

"How could you..."

The Great Elder felt a sharp pain in his chest as the punch struck him right over his heart—an incredibly ruthless blow. Why is this "War God Ye" picking a fight with me? Weren’t we just having a pleasant conversation? I even thought we could become friends. Why did we suddenly start fighting? Is there no sense of rules anymore? No morality? You’re a Prince, for crying out loud! I didn’t even offend you; you can’t just attack people out of nowhere!

"War God Ye" had only thrown a single punch, and for a moment, the Great Elder seemed to be alive. But the next moment would be a different story. Wu Tian had used the "Seven Steps Death-Defying Fist," the royal secret art of the neighboring country. He had never seen it before but had read a description of the Fist Technique in the Library. With his Formless Starry Sky Scripture, simulating such a simple technique was instantaneous.

"Heh heh. Now that my fist has struck you, your death is certain." With that, "War God Ye" leisurely descended the stairs and left, leaving the attendants downstairs baffled as to what had just transpired.

Inside the room, the Great Elder tried to get up and call for help. He took seven steps, and then his heart shattered.

"AH!" he screamed in agony, instantly falling to the ground. But he knew he couldn’t die just yet. He struggled to hold onto his last breath, waiting for someone from the Sect to arrive so he could deliver his final words. The Sect must avenge me! They must kill that shameless "War God Ye"!

After leaving the restaurant, "War God Ye" slipped into a small alley and reverted to his original form. He then bought some food and returned to Duke Guang’s Mansion.

It was Wu Tian’s first time using the 72 Transformations, and he found it quite effective. Of course, the technique wasn’t without its flaws. In mythology, the 72 Transformations had been seen through by Yang Jian’s Heavenly Eye and was vulnerable to things like the Demon-Revealing Mirror and Buddha Light. In the Immortal Emperor Realm, it similarly couldn’t escape an Immortal Emperor’s divine radiance. People with special ocular abilities, like those with double pupils or the Overlord’s eyes, could also see through the disguise. But such beings were rare. Besides the 72 Transformations, I need to learn other things as well, Wu Tian thought to himself as he walked back.

"Dad! Dad! Tell me, where did you go?" The little one had finished her cultivation and had been looking for him. Seeing him finally return, she pouted. "Why didn’t you take me with you? Do you think I’m not capable? That I might run into danger because I’m not invincible here? Are you looking down on me?"

Wu Tian looked at the little girl for a long moment before replying, "Yes."

The little one was not pleased at all. Dad, do you have any emotional intelligence? Was that the answer I wanted? Any normal person would know how to respond to my question! A normal person would’ve said, ’No, you’re very powerful!’ or ’No, I don’t think you’re a burden.’ Women, and girls are no exception, love to hear sweet words.

"I bought some snacks. Come and eat."

"No! I don’t have an appetite," she huffed, crossing her arms and leaving with a defiant swagger.

Being a doting dad isn’t easy, Wu Tian thought with a sigh of helplessness. Even the strongest of men are no different from ordinary people in front of their children; they are equally powerless. With no other choice, Wu Tian went to see Qin Yuhan alone, reminding her to eat her breakfast before heading to the backyard.

The wine-and-meat Monk, who was supposed to go out and beg for alms but insisted he didn’t know how, was already there. Hong Ji and Lan Niang were nearby, watering the flowers.

"Sect Leader, you’re here! I have something to tell you," Dao Feng said. His personality was simply that of a coward who feared death. Wu Tian had scared him witless the previous night, but today he had already forgotten his fear and was back to his usual boastful self. "Something’s happened to my uncle, and I need to go back for the funeral. I must leave this place, Sect Leader."

"Oh? Your uncle died?" Wu Tian said, nodding. "And you’re willing to give up the splendid future I’ve bestowed upon you just to go back for his funeral? You must have loved your uncle very much."

"Yes, yes! My uncle was very good to me. His death has left my heart wrung with grief. I wish I could follow him in death, so I must go back for the funeral. Please, Sect Leader, let me go," Dao Feng said, feigning sorrow, certain that Wu Tian had fallen for his act. He just wanted to be allowed to leave.

"No. If you loved your uncle that much, you might as well join him," Wu Tian said suddenly.

Dao Feng was stunned. He never expected Wu Tian to say something like that. He reacted instantly, chuckling nervously. "No, no, that won’t be necessary! My uncle and I were mortal enemies! I couldn’t wait for him to die! How could I possibly go with him? Sect Leader, I’ve made up my mind. I will follow in your great footsteps!"

Wu Tian nodded, then beckoned for Hong Ji and Lan Niang to come over. He knew it was time to accelerate their growth.

The Endless Divine Realm had destroyed the Heavenless Immortal Domain. This was a debt Wu Tian was determined to repay, no matter what. As the saying goes, a house’s feng shui is paramount. A blessed land with good feng shui can allow a family to prosper, their children becoming dragons and phoenixes. The location of the Heavenless Immortal Domain had been just such a prime site, one Wu Tian had meticulously chosen, only for it to be snatched away by the Endless Divine Realm.

And who was the master of the Endless Divine Realm? Wu Tian didn’t know. The history books of a mere small country would never dare record the name of such an existence. The name of an Immortal Emperor had always been taboo. Never mind their true name; even their titles could not be recorded in books. Without the Immortal Emperor’s personal consent, if someone were to write down their name in the annals of history—for example, the four words "Wutian Celestial Emperor"—the characters themselves would quickly vanish from the page.

"Today, you’re finally going to teach me something, right? Especially how to use the Jade Pure Kunlun Fan." Si’er was incredibly happy when she woke up that day. She had the Palace Maids help her dress early, and only after putting on her prettiest clothes did she step out of the palace gate.

As a Princess, her leaving the Royal Palace was a significant event. Yi Ren was informed immediately and rushed over. She had been hosting War God Ye and Ye Qingxian but came at once, worried about her younger sister. War God Ye and Ye Qingxian followed Yi Ren as well.

"Little sister, are you really not afraid of being deceived?" Yi Ren asked, still finding it hard to trust Wu Tian.

War God Ye nodded firmly. "He must be a fraud. Little Princess Si’er, if you insist on going, we’ll accompany you. I’ll help you see whether this Wu Tian truly has any skills or is just a swindler."

Ye Qingxian sensed something. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she stood there, a picture of elegance, and gently shook her head.

"What’s wrong, little sister?" War God Ye asked.

"There is a mass of dark energy between your brows," Ye Qingxian said, looking at him seriously. "It seems you may face a bloody disaster soon. It would be best not to go out."

War God Ye was speechless. Since when did my genius sister start spouting the nonsense of those deceptive magicians?

He didn’t believe it for a second and laughed. "No, sister. I admit I can be arrogant, but I have no enemies. How could I possibly face a bloody disaster? I don’t believe it. In fact, I’m going out to see for myself if I’ll face some ’bloody disaster.’ Who would dare harm me?"