Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 150: Since Yu Was Born, Why Was Liang Born?
It was now impossible for the men from the Stick Country to ever be men again as they lay on the ground, howling in pain. Huang Ming had already climbed to his feet and walked toward Wu Tian, his expression grim.
"What are you doing?" Xia Qian demanded in an unfriendly tone. "You were beaten by them, and he defeated them. By all rights, you should be thanking him."
"Yes, yes, I should thank him." Huang Ming looked at Wu Tian with a smile that wasn’t a smile. "Thank you."
Wu Tian’s expression was calm as he gave a slight nod. Whether Huang Ming was being sincere or sarcastic, how could he not tell?
Huang Ming was furious. He couldn’t beat the men from the Stick Country, yet Wu Tian had defeated them. What did that imply? That he, Huang Ming, was inferior to Wu Tian?
Despite this, Huang Ming didn’t take Wu Tian seriously. Without waiting for an invitation from Xia Qian, he took a seat and looked at Wu Tian. "I wonder, brother, which of the Five Surnames and Seven Families do you hail from? Or perhaps one of the Jianghu sects?"
Wu Tian simply shrugged, indicating he was from neither.
The smile on Huang Ming’s lips widened. "Why not let my master introduce you to a Jianghu sect? You might not be aware, but my master is one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. He shares a deep friendship with the other six and has connections all over the world. As long as he says the word, any family would be willing to accept you as a disciple."
On the surface, he seemed to have Wu Tian’s best interests at heart, but the boastful undertone was obvious.
Wu Tian and the others remained silent. Xia Qian, in particular, wanted to laugh. With Wu Tian’s skills, which family would be worthy of taking him in?
Seeing no response, Huang Ming assumed they simply didn’t comprehend the high-level existence of Jianghu sects and decided to talk about something more down-to-earth.
"A Sacred Land has appeared before Baiyun Mountain in Yang City. You all know about that, right?"
Xia Qian, Xiao Tianzan, and the little one all knew this matter was almost certainly related to Wu Tian.
Xia Qian was also curious about how the New Holy Land situation would resolve. She nodded and asked, "Why do you bring up the New Holy Land? Have there been any developments?"
"Because my Huang Family is the closest to the New Holy Land in Yang City, the Head of State entrusted my master with handling it," Huang Ming said, his face brimming with pride, as if the Head of State had given the task to him personally, not his master.
He continued, "Unfortunately, there’s a Formation around the New Holy Land that prevents anyone from entering—except for one young man."
"A young man?" Xia Qian cast a subtle glance at Wu Tian, whose face remained placid. If she hadn’t guessed the connection between the New Holy Land and Wu Tian from the clues, she too would have thought he was just an unrelated bystander.
She immediately asked, "And what happened to this young man?"
Huang Ming smiled. "To be honest, I don’t know who this young man is, but I’m certain I’ll find out eventually."
His tone was incredibly confident.
This prompted Xia Qian to ask, "Why?"
"King meets king," Huang Ming declared, puffing out his chest. "That young man, able to break the Formation and enter the Sacred Land, must possess some extraordinary skills. I believe that in the future, among the younger generation of the South’s Martial Arts World, he and I will likely be the strongest. But one mountain cannot house two tigers. He and I will inevitably meet, just like Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang. Alas, such is the era. It never allows one person to monopolize the spotlight; there will always be a worthy rival. I believe that one day, that young man and I will have to test our strengths against each other."
After speaking, Huang Ming adopted a wistful expression, as if he and the young man he had never met were already connected by fate. If Heaven made a Yu, why did it also have to make a Liang?
He then shot Wu Tian a triumphant look, wanting to make it clear that while Wu Tian’s martial prowess might be superior now, in the future, only he, Huang Ming, and that other young man would stand at the pinnacle of the Martial Arts World of the South.
To his surprise, Wu Tian simply lowered his head and continued eating, completely ignoring him. What does any of this ’Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang’ nonsense have to do with me? Listening to this drivel is making me want to throw up.
The little one also looked thoroughly annoyed.
Xiao Tianzan and Xia Qian couldn’t stand it anymore either; they both found Huang Ming utterly shameless. What right does he have to imagine a "Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang" rivalry with Wu Tian?
"I’ve decided to train diligently from this moment on. In the future, that young man and I are destined for a duel like that of Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng!"
Huang Ming, however, failed to notice Xia Qian’s disgusted expression and continued his grandiose speech. "This battle will undoubtedly shake the South and become a legendary tale in our southern Martial Arts World!"
"I’m full." Wu Tian stood up, ready to go back.
"Me too." Following his lead, Qin Yuhan also stood up.
"I have things to attend to, so I must be going," Xiao Tianzan said.
"It’s getting late. This victory banquet should probably wrap up," Xia Qian added. If I have to listen to him any longer, I’m not sure I can keep from vomiting. I care a lot about my image. I can’t throw up here!
"Actually, it’s still early, only ten at night." Huang Ming, still oblivious to what he’d done wrong, chuckled. "I still have a few things I haven’t mentioned."
"If you keep talking, I’m really going to puke. Please, have some pity on me," the little one said to Huang Ming with a pitifully cute expression.
"You... you..." Huang Ming trembled with anger, rendered speechless.
Qin Yuhan quickly scooped up the little one to leave. "Sweetheart, why are you spouting such blunt truths?"
Hearing that, Huang Ming felt a fresh urge to vomit blood.
A few days passed peacefully. The men from the Stick Country had been sent back to their homeland. Word was that their master was one of the top three experts in the Stick Country. Wu Tian wasn’t concerned.
The herbal face masks continued to sell well, and as a result, Wu Tian’s personal funds had grown considerably.
During these past few days, Wu Tian would occasionally take the little one through the Teleportation Formation at home, appearing directly in the New Holy Land to practice their cultivation.
Poor Huang Xuantian remained ignorant of the Teleportation Formation; he probably didn’t even know what one was. He and his soldiers continued their vigil outside the New Holy Land. Huang Xuantian believed that where there’s a will, there’s a way. The young man who entered that day was bound to come out eventually. When that happened, with his skills, capturing the young man and forcing him to reveal the secret to breaking the Formation would be a simple matter.
「One day」
Wu Tian went out for a walk, planning to buy the little one her favorite drink. As he was crossing a stone bridge, a Bentley suddenly pulled up beside him. Huang Ming got out of the car. He walked alone to the side of the bridge, gazed at the river, and said, "I have something to tell you."
Wu Tian was speechless. He certainly had nothing to say to Huang Ming.
Huang Ming immediately imitated his master, Huang Xuantian, by clasping his hands behind his back. "Would you say this river is large?" he asked.
Wu Tian was in the Heavenly River district of Yang City. He didn’t know the name of this particular river, but he answered nonchalantly, "Not very."
"Correct. It’s very small, so it’s only fitting that it has a small stone bridge," Huang Ming nodded before his tone turned cold. "The Pearl River, on the other hand, is crossed by grand bridges. Do you know what that signifies?"
Wu Tian shook his head. He decided to treat himself as a spectator and see what kind of show Huang Ming would put on.
Unaware of Wu Tian’s thoughts, Huang Ming continued with a contrived, mature air. "As the saying goes, a priceless sword belongs with a hero. In the hands of a mere mortal, its true power can never be unleashed. I’ve done my research. You’re the one who created the Herbal Essence. Now, give me the formula."
