Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 109: Where is the Buddha?

"This is an item of the Buddha and not ownerless," Mage Tian Shan stated solemnly, his tone as peaceful as the Buddha’s teachings.

"Oh, so it does have an owner," Wu Tian smiled playfully.

"Yes, it has an owner." Mage Tian Shan nodded, pleased that the young man finally understood. He smiled slightly and said, "You have a wise nature, so now—"

Now please give me the Golden Poluo Flower...

Before he could finish, Wu Tian cut him off with a chuckle. "In that case, please summon the Buddha, and I will return the flower to him."

"Donor, you put this poor monk in a difficult position. The Buddha resides in the heart; he is omnipresent, but—"

"But my ass." The little girl’s face soured as if she’d eaten a bitter melon. "Your tone is really starting to annoy me. Isn’t this what they call being pretentious?"

"..."

Mage Tian Shan felt a Thunderous Roar in his head. His lips twitched slightly, but he maintained his Buddha-like image, formed a prayer sign, and chanted, "Amitabha. Donor, this poor monk has your best interests at heart. The Golden Poluo Flower is extremely important to the Buddhist Sect. Possessing it could lead to unforeseen disasters. It would be better to—"

"I get what you mean," the little girl suddenly exclaimed.

Mage Tian Shan nodded. This little girl isn’t so hateful after all, he thought.

But in the next moment, the little girl clenched her small fists and huffed unhappily. "You’re saying that if we don’t give you the flower, you’ll bring people to make trouble for us, right?"

"No, no, no." Mage Tian Shan immediately shook his head. "This poor monk is a man of religion. How could I possibly do such a thing? What I mean is—"

"Shut up," Wu Tian snapped, cutting him off. How could he not see through the old bald monk’s intentions? An item of the Buddha? Unforeseen disasters if we possess it? When it comes down to it, doesn’t the old bald monk just want it for himself?

"If you want it, take it with your own strength," Wu Tian said bluntly. "If you don’t have the strength, then get lost."

"You can’t even beat my Papa, so you’d better get lost," the little girl said innocently. She wasn’t being kind-hearted; she just thought it would be hilarious to see the annoying old monk rolling on the ground.

"Amitabha." Mage Tian Shan formed a prayer sign, his voice carrying a sanctimonious tone. "The Buddha is originally benevolent and kind, but alas, you are deluded and unrepentant. This poor monk is left with no choice but to transform into the Wrathful King Kong, hoping to make you see the error of your ways."

As his voice fell, Inner Strength began to flow swiftly through his fingers. Instantly, the muscles of his entire body swelled, giving off a powerful aura. After a brief pause, Mage Tian Shan lunged toward Wu Tian. He used the Nianhua Finger technique, his fingernails emanating a slight chill. When he was just a step away, his fingertips suddenly accelerated, striking straight for Wu Tian’s throat.

Wu Tian watched the rapidly approaching fingers with a calm expression and chuckled. An Innate master?

However, the monk cultivated Inner Strength, while Wu Tian cultivated Spiritual Power. Wu Tian had initially thought an Innate master of Inner Strength would be extraordinary, but now, he seemed rather mundane. Moreover, Wu Tian could see the old monk’s martial arts were rusty. He had likely spent so many years using the Buddha’s name to bluff people that he hadn’t actually fought in a long time. He didn’t seem to realize that the Martial Path is like rowing upstream; neglect it, and you don’t just stop, you regress.

"Get lost."

Wu Tian had no more interest in watching and simply kicked out. The kick was so fast that Mage Tian Shan didn’t even see it. His body shot backward as if struck by a sledgehammer, flying awkwardly through the air before splashing into the river.

"Awesome, awesome!" The little girl loved action scenes like this, finding them far more exciting than any movie. She immediately leaned over and planted a kiss on Wu Tian’s cheek.

Wu Tian smiled. "Let’s go. Should we go back and find Mom now?"

"Okay." The little one hugged Wu Tian tightly. She just loved the feeling of being in Papa’s arms.

Wu Tian couldn’t be bothered with the likes of Mage Tian Shan. With a single leap, he was gone.

Not long after Wu Tian left, Mage Tian Shan finally managed to climb ashore. His benevolent expression had vanished, replaced by one of profound shock.

"Who in the world was that person? So young, yet so powerful? The sects of the Jianghu and the Five Surnames and Seven Families couldn’t possibly produce such a figure. Could he be from... Ghost Valley? Taking an artifact of our Buddhist Sect... Ghost Valley, Ghost Valley, you have made an enemy of us!"

「Meanwhile, in Yang City, at Xia Qian’s pharmaceutical company.」

The medicinal solution was finally ready.

"Bring me a sheet mask," Xia Qian commanded. An employee quickly brought one over, and Xia Qian soaked it in the solution. Then, she brought the mask to her own face, a face so beautiful it was utterly captivating.

"Don’t do it!" the pharmaceutical professor exclaimed. "President, we have no idea if this will work! What if you apply it to your face and it ruins your complexion?"

Xia Qian shook her head, her beautiful eyes resolute. She loved Wu Tian and trusted his abilities. "Say no more," she said. "This is my decision. Even if my face is ruined, that’s on me."

The pharmaceutical professor was nervous, as were the other male employees.

Unconcerned with their opinions, Xia Qian applied the herbal mask. Instantly, a refreshing coolness spread across her skin, invigorating her mind and spirit. Not only that, but the herbal solution had no medicinal odor. Instead, it carried a light, refreshing fragrance that was pleasant and comforting. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Fifteen minutes later, Xia Qian removed the mask. Everyone stared, stunned. Xia Qian was already a great beauty, but there had been a single pimple below the corner of her mouth. While it couldn’t truly detract from her looks, it had been a regrettable imperfection. But now, after just one application, the pimple had vanished. Her face was completely flawless and looked deeply moisturized.

"This... this is a miracle! President, I must know, which senior figure in the pharmaceutical world gave you this formula?"

The pharmaceutical professor was ecstatic, as if he’d just caught a glimpse of a giant in his field. He had countless questions about pharmacology and had been agonizing over having no one to ask for guidance. He wasn’t the only one stunned; even Xia Qian herself was shocked, not expecting the solution to be so effective.

With a solution like this, the small company she had casually established could one day become a world-renowned brand.

She smiled and said, "He’s a friend of mine. And he’s no senior; he’s the same age as me."

"What?" The pharmaceutical professor and the others were dumbfounded. The person who gave President Xia this formula is a young man in his twenties?

Everyone was shocked. Upon further reflection, however, they came up with a plausible explanation. Perhaps the formula was passed down to him by an elder in his family. That would make sense.

The pharmaceutical professor immediately spoke up. "President, may I meet him?"