Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 132 Pride

"Don’t even think about it. Someone from your Wudang sect ran over my four-year-old son, and you killed my husband. You might as well kill me too. Either way, I will never let you succeed."

The woman was defiant, preferring death to submission.

Wujizi was furious, as if it were everyone else’s fault but his. He roared, "Why won’t you let me succeed? Why must you be so cruel as to destroy my beautiful dream!"

The sword rose and fell. Blood splattered.

The woman was dead.

He then looked at the remaining family. The husband and wife were pale with fright, trembling all over.

Wujizi sneered. "You’re trembling. You’re afraid. Good. That’s better than those other damned fools. Just agree to my terms, and I’ll let you go. That way, I won’t have to kill you."

The man was trembling, and the woman clenched her teeth. Gathering his courage, the man shouted, "Then you might as well kill me too! I want justice for my son. The one who killed him must pay with blood!"

Wujizi was enraged and thundered, "Why won’t you let this go? Don’t you think you’re going too far? He is a perfect man, like a piece of flawless jade! Without this stain, he would be utterly perfect and destined to make his mark on history. Why must you insist on ruining him?"

His roar was filled with sorrow and indignation.

In Wujizi’s eyes, these people all deserved to die. For the sake of their so-called justice, they were going to destroy a promising talent like Lu Yunsheng. Why couldn’t they see the bigger picture? Lu Yunsheng was destined to become one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country; in the future, he would guard the nation. Why couldn’t these commoners think about Dragon Country’s future? These people... they all deserved to die.

In a flash of cold light, the icy blade of the True Martial Sword was pressed against the man’s neck. The woman’s face went white, and she cried out, "If you’re going to kill someone, kill me! Don’t kill my husband!"

"Heh heh... then you’d better obey me," Wujizi said coldly. "Say that your son intended to commit suicide and that the other two were just accidentally killed by him, understand? Of course, since I am slandering your deceased son’s name, I will compensate you. You can have money or the Wudang Fist Technique Secret Scroll. You can even have both."

"No, no, no!" The sword was pressed to the man’s neck, his face pale with terror. But upon hearing how his son’s name would be slandered, even this cowardly man found his voice. "I don’t want it!" he shouted. "I’m a poor man, nothing more than a slave at the factory, but my son wasn’t! He was so adorable... I pinned all my hopes on him, but he was run over and killed!

"At the construction site, I scrimped on my own food and drink, but I’d buy him anything he wanted. I just didn’t want him to feel inferior to others. I didn’t want my son to be looked down on! But it was Wudang... someone from Wudang ran him over! I... I want justice!"

His eyes trembled, but his voice was firm and powerful. Thinking of his tragically deceased son, the man straightened his shoulders and shouted again, "If you’re going to kill me, then do it! Stop wasting your breath."

The woman was also crying. She had married a poor man, and while she rarely bought makeup for herself, she had given her child everything. She gritted her teeth and said, "That’s right. Kill us if you must. There’s no hope left for us in this life anyway. Let us go and be with our son."

Hearing the couple’s words, Wujizi’s anger boiled over. "You two... you are incorrigibly stubborn."

In his mind, this couple deserved to die. Why wouldn’t they help him? He had a dream to make his son, Lu Yunsheng, the most perfect person in the world. Why wouldn’t this couple help him fulfill it?

"Fine! I’ll carve the flesh from your bones, one slice at a time, and we’ll see if you’re still so defiant. I am a Daoist practitioner, but you have forced my hand! It’s your own fault for being so obstinate!"

Wujizi raised his True Martial Sword once more. Just as it was about to fall, a voice called out.

"Elder Master, stop!" A young man of about twenty, dressed in a grey Daoist robe, could no longer stand by and watch.

Until now, he had been suppressing his conscience, and he was afraid. But he knew, in that moment, that if he didn’t step forward, he would be haunted by nightmares. He would come to despise himself, believing that he, too, deserved to die.

"Zhang Jifeng, what did you say?" Wujizi looked at Zhang Jifeng coldly.

Wujizi had only taken two disciples: Lu Yunsheng and Guli Weileng. Wuyunzi, on the other hand, had taken several, but the most intelligent among them was Zhang Jifeng, who was very well-liked in Wudang. Wujizi, however, had never liked him, considering the young man a hypocrite. After all, if he wasn’t a hypocrite, how could he be so good-natured, never complaining even when other disciples asked him to sweep the floors or carry water? In Wujizi’s eyes, Lu Yunsheng was the best. Though he was sometimes hot-tempered and treated his martial brothers poorly, Wujizi saw that as a sign of his true, unfeigned character. He had often mentioned this to Wuyunzi, warning him to be wary of Zhang Jifeng.

"Elder Master, please forgive my impertinence." After a respectful bow, Zhang Jifeng spoke with a solemn expression, "Our Wudang has always been a renowned and upright sect. Even now, when the sects of the Jianghu are in seclusion, the name Wudang alone evokes a sense of righteousness. But Elder Master, your actions today go against the Righteous Path. I plead with you, Elder Master—"

Before Zhang Jifeng could finish, Wujizi, unable to listen any longer, threw a punch with his left fist. Zhang Jifeng’s body flew three meters through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, pain shooting through every bone. The other Wudang disciples gasped with worry.

Wujizi snorted. Standing tall with an air of superiority, he sneered, "Zhang Jifeng, when an elder is speaking, what right do you have to talk back?"

Zhang Jifeng was very popular, and the surrounding Wudang disciples all began to plead for him.

"Elder Master, please spare Jifeng!"

"Yes, Elder Master! Jifeng has no intention of defying you!"

"That’s right, spare him, please!"

Some even stepped forward. "If you must punish someone, punish me!"

"Yes, punish me as well!"

"Elder Master, please spare him! If you must, then punish all of us as well!"

"Fellow brothers, please don’t do this. I am not worthy," Zhang Jifeng said, bracing himself on his hands to stand. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Wujizi grew even more irritated. When Lu Yunsheng was in Wudang, his martial brothers had never shown him such adoration! Why did these disciples adore Zhang Jifeng instead of Lu Yunsheng? At this thought, Wujizi’s heart burned with anger.

He said coldly, "Zhang Jifeng, you are disrespectful to your elders, arrogant, and deceitful. Others may not see through your act, but how could I be fooled? You may have deceived the other Wudang disciples, but not me. Let me tell you, I’ve seen through your ambitions for a long time. You want to become the authority holder of Wudang? You want to compete with Yunsheng? Let me tell you, that is not your destiny!"