Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 142: The Glory of the Huang Family

Before the very eyes of Zhou Weimou and his soldiers, Wu Tian simply walked into the forest. They all expected him to be flung out after just three steps, a scene they had already pictured in their minds.

However, contrary to their expectations, Wu Tian was not thrown out at all. Instead, he walked deeper into the woods until his figure vanished among the trees.

"He... he actually walked in," a soldier stammered, stunned.

"You think I don’t have eyes?" Zhou Weimou barked, his brow furrowing in thought. "Who was that kid?"

"We don’t know, sir," the soldiers replied, shaking their heads.

Zhou Weimou grew even more puzzled. "I just saw him face-to-face, but now that I try to recall what he looked like... I feel like I couldn’t get a clear look at his face."

"Me neither."

"Yeah, his face is a blur."

Several other soldiers murmured in agreement.

Zhou Weimou stood rooted to the spot. Did I just meet a master?

All he could do now was wait for the Seven Saints of Dragon Country to arrive. The Seven Saints were reputed to be the seven strongest cultivators on Dragon Country’s Martial Path. With their abilities, Zhou Weimou believed, they might be able to solve the mystery of this newly born Sacred Land.

Meanwhile, Wu Tian walked through the Sacred Land of his own creation. Above, hundreds of birds chirped melodiously. He took a deep breath of the Spiritual Energy filling the forest and nodded in satisfaction.

Wu Tian began setting up a Teleportation Formation in the center of the Sacred Land. He had already prepared a matching one at home, which meant that he and the little one could travel directly back and forth between the two locations. That way, no outsider would ever discover their connection to the Sacred Land.

Busy setting up the Teleportation Formation, Wu Tian was unaware that two people were heading toward Baiyun Mountain.

"Master, I wonder what the newly born Sacred Land is like. Do you think it can compare to our Kongtong Sacred Land?" a young man in his twenties, much like Wu Tian, asked the middle-aged man walking ahead of him.

The Kongtong Sacred Land was a sacred site atop Mount Kongtong, where Emperor Huang had once inquired about the Dao. There, when the wind blew through the valley, it carried echoes that held a hint of profound mystique. That was the beauty of the Kongtong Sacred Land.

"We’ll find out when we get there," the middle-aged man said, his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were serene, and his stride was as commanding as a reigning Emperor’s.

The young man gazed admiringly at his master’s back. His master was Huang Xuantian, ranked seventh among the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, but also the youngest among them, known as the Spirit Sage. Furthermore, his master was from the Huang Family. Ever since Huang Qiying, every generation of the Huang Family had produced one of the Seven Saints.

Confidence swelled in the young man’s heart. His master was a Saint, and he believed that one day, he too would become one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, for he was also a member of the Huang Family.

Besides the Kongtong Sacred Land, the Huang Family also owned the Bao Zhiling Pharmacy. The members of the Huang Family cultivated both medicine and martial arts.

"This is too slow." Suddenly, Huang Xuantian stopped walking.

Hearing this, the young man, Huang Ming, offered, "Master, I’ll call for a car."

"No, let’s use Qinggong," Huang Xuantian said.

"Alright," Huang Ming nodded.

Huang Ming loved this idea. Why? Because the streets are packed with people. When we use Qinggong, I can already picture their shocked, astonished, and envious faces. That’s what I love most.

"Let’s go!"

Huang Xuantian and Huang Ming pushed off from the ground, soaring into the air with Qinggong.

"What is that..."

As expected, the people on the street were dumbfounded. They all stared at the spectacle with astonishment, most wearing expressions of disbelief.

"Qinggong? Isn’t that Qinggong?"

"My goodness!"

"I want to be their disciple! I have to be their disciple!"

The people who witnessed this scene went wild. What man in the city doesn’t harbor a martial arts dream? Even the women probably wish they had such an ability.

In the middle of the forest, Wu Tian’s Teleportation Formation was finally complete. In the center of the woods lay a mark he had etched with his own blood.

Although his Spiritual Power was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, his body and blood were still that of an Immortal Emperor. Drawing a small Teleportation Formation with a single drop of his blood was a trivial matter.

Once the Teleportation Formation was drawn, Wu Tian stepped into its center and vanished. When he reappeared, he was already back in his own home. He went downstairs to eat, where Qin Yuhan was a little surprised to see him back earlier than her.

Outside the Sacred Land Wu Tian had created, Zhou Weimou and the other soldiers had no idea that he was already gone. During that time, Zhou Weimou had tried several other methods, but he still couldn’t enter the Sacred Land, which made him sigh in frustration.

"Marshal, why are the Seven Saints of Dragon Country so late? Aren’t they being a bit too arrogant?" one of his personal guards complained.

"You don’t understand the origins of the Seven Saints," Zhou Weimou said, shaking his head. "They come from either the Five Surnames and Seven Families or the great Jianghu sects. It’s only natural they’d feel they’re a cut above everyone else."

The soldiers snorted in unison.

"But don’t underestimate them," Zhou Weimou continued. "I’ve heard they also do many good deeds, like establishing countless schools in the mountain regions."

The soldiers nodded in acknowledgment.

However, one of them, a young man whose eyes revealed an uncommon intelligence, was Ye Tianshi, a descendant of the military’s Ye Family.

A thought occurred to Ye Tianshi, and he asked, "Marshal, where are the schools they built?"

"There are many, all in impoverished areas," Zhou Weimou replied. He held Ye Tianshi in high regard. Back during the founding of the nation, one of the great marshals had been an ancestor of Ye Tianshi.

"So, in remote places. In that case, what do those schools teach?" Ye Tianshi pressed.

"How would I know that?" Zhou Weimou said.

Just then, a soldier spotted something and shouted, pointing ahead, "Marshal, look! Two more big birds are coming!"

Everyone looked and saw two black dots approaching their position, moving like birds in flight.

"Are they birds?"

"They must be, right?" the soldiers murmured among themselves. This wasn’t a lack of military discipline; Zhou Weimou allowed it. Every marshal has their own way of managing their soldiers, and Zhou Weimou wanted to be as close as family with his men.

"They can’t be birds. They’re too fast," Ye Tianshi observed. "Or if they are, they’re no ordinary birds."

What could they be?

As the figures drew closer, everyone finally saw clearly. They weren’t birds; they were people. Two figures were racing toward them with the incredible speed of Qinggong.

"Oh my god, that’s Qinggong!"

"I really want to learn that."

"Don’t even dream about it. The Marshal once said the Five Surnames and Seven Families would never pass their secret arts to outsiders. Even in the Jianghu sects, you have to be a True Disciple to learn any real skills."

The soldiers sighed collectively.

Ye Tianshi chuckled softly. "This is precisely why the martial arts of our Dragon Country are in decline. So many people talk about promoting them, but they never actually do anything about it."

As Ye Tianshi spoke, Huang Xuantian and Huang Ming arrived before them.