Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 134: The Little One Becomes the Sect Leader

What on earth had happened inside the Blood Mist?

The people at the foot of the mountain didn’t know, but their bodies began to tremble involuntarily. As for those on Wudang Mountain, they were utterly horrified.

Within the Blood Mist, streaks of Blood Glow slithered like venomous snakes in all directions. One of them shot toward Wujizi. He tried to dodge, but the Blood Glow, moving like a sentient creature, cleaved off his other arm. He had previously used the True Martial Sword to block, but the blade had shattered.

"What?" Seeing this, the Wudang disciples stared as if their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. The True Martial Sword was the personal weapon of Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, a first-rate treasure! How could it be so fragile? Now, Wujizi was an armless man.

"Ah!" Wujizi screamed in agony, gritting his teeth. "You can’t kill me! The Sword Saint of Fusang will soon arrive in the Dragon Country. Without me... the Dragon Country will suffer humiliation! For the sake of the Dragon Country... let me go!"

Wu Tian was filled with disdain, and so was the Blood Glow. It showed no mercy, turning back to continue its macabre work as chunks of Wujizi’s flesh flew off, one by one.

"Ah..." Wujizi was experiencing a living hell. The screams of Wudang’s greatest master were more miserable than a slaughtered pig’s, so desolate that anyone who heard them would shudder. His eyes filled with terror, the pain so intense he yearned to pass out. But whenever he fainted, the Blood Glow would slash him again, forcing him awake. He would pass out, only to be slashed and awakened again and again. This was a torment no human could possibly endure.

"No, ah... ah...!" he shrieked. "Let me go! The Sword Saint of Fusang is coming from the east! They need me! Ah...!"

Finally, the screams stopped abruptly.

Wujizi’s body had been hacked into three hundred and sixty-five pieces. The chunks of flesh and blood fell to the ground, his blood flowing across the earth as if in repentance to Wudang.

The Wudang disciples who witnessed this fell into a dead silence, still able to see the gruesome scene through the swirling mist.

Zhang Jifeng collapsed to the ground, stupefied, his face a mask of utter disbelief. He had expected a great battle, but it had ended so simply. The suffocating stench of blood filled the air. Asura! This is truly an Asura. He realized the person before them was not a compassionate god but a demon of slaughter. And this was only the beginning.

The other streaks of Blood Glow shot toward the remaining disciples—the corrupt ones who deserved to die. Each streak would slice its victim three hundred and sixty-five times before fading away.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

...

The Blood Glow slaughtered all the corrupt Wudang disciples, and their collective screams were terrifyingly loud.

Below the mountain, the reporters and onlookers were stunned, completely clueless as to what was happening.

"My God, what is this Blood Mist?"

"And those horrific screams?"

Even the boldest reporters dared not ascend Wudang Mountain now.

On Wudang Mountain, the disciples whose hands were stained with blood were sliced into pieces of flesh that littered the ground. The sacred ground of Wudang was drenched in blood. They were all dead. Every last disciple who had followed Wujizi was now dead.

Hearing the recent screams and smelling the thick, metallic scent in the air, Zhang Jifeng’s face was ashen. He had never encountered such a being. Without Wu Tian even making a move, Wujizi and the others were dead just like that. Their bodies had been torn apart, the stench of their blood rising to the heavens.

Zhang Jifeng and the surviving Wudang disciples gazed at the figure in the Blood Mist with reverent fear. They were at a complete loss, standing frozen, not daring to make the slightest movement. In their eyes, the being within the mist was an Asura—an existence no longer human, whose capabilities were far beyond their imagination.

"Are you afraid of me?" An eerie voice drifted from the mist. It was Wu Tian. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Hearing his words, Zhang Jifeng and the Wudang disciples flinched. The other disciples trembled uncontrollably, but while Zhang Jifeng’s body also shook, his gaze slowly calmed. Still, he didn’t dare speak recklessly. The deaths of Wujizi and the others had utterly terrified him. If he spoke out of turn, being left without an intact corpse was a very real possibility. In his heart, Wu Tian had become the one person he could never afford to offend.

"Your Wudang once ranked first among the sects in Jianghu. When Zhang Sanfeng was alive, even Shaolin was a step below. What a pity that it’s now fallen into ruin!"

Wu Tian’s words struck Zhang Jifeng and the disciples like a physical blow, but they dared not retort. An idea came to Zhang Jifeng. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, but the pain gave him the courage to speak. "Please... please take charge of Wudang."

Hmm? From within the Blood Mist, Wu Tian’s lips curled into a slight smile. "You want me to be Wudang’s Sect Leader? A pity, but Wudang is not worthy."

Zhang Jifeng’s body shook again. Though Wudang had declined, it was still ranked third among the sects in Jianghu. He couldn’t believe that such a prestigious position was being disdained by the terrifying existence in the mist. Then again, considering how terrifying this being was, it was only natural that he would look down on Wudang.

Is my Wudang... truly finished? Zhang Jifeng suddenly began to weep.

"Do you have a special connection to Wudang?" Wu Tian’s voice came from the mist, as if he had perceived something.

"Yes, I do. I can’t stay silent now." Zhang Jifeng’s eyes filled with sorrow. "My surname is Zhang. My ancestor was the sworn son of Zhang Sanfeng. My family has guarded Wudang for generations, and I am no different. We serve quietly as its disciples, just as I do now. I know my aptitude is better than average, but it’s not enough to make Wudang rise again. I’m at a loss... What should I do? What can I possibly do now!"

Within the Blood Mist, Wu Tian sneered. He was not a kind man; Wudang’s fate was no concern of his. But then, a thought occurred to him. Perhaps Wudang could still be of some use.

"While Wudang is not worthy of my leadership, I will give it a Sect Leader." Wu Tian’s voice echoed from the mist, filled with a playful tone. "Her nickname is Gugu, a child from the number one kindergarten in Yang City. Her aptitude is extraordinary. Let her take charge of Wudang."

Children must be nurtured from a young age. Wu Tian agreed with this sentiment.

What? A child from a kindergarten? Zhang Jifeng thought he must have misheard. How could a small child become the Sect Leader of Wudang?

"What? Do you have an objection to my words?"

Suddenly, an immense pressure, as if Mount Tai itself were falling, descended upon Wudang, causing the entire mountain to shake violently. The people below thought it was an earthquake and fled in a panic.

On the mountain, Zhang Jifeng and every surviving Wudang disciple coughed up a mouthful of blood.