Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 151: Summer Insects Cannot Speak of Ice
Wu Tian’s expression remained unchanged, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. In his eyes, a character like Huang Ming was nothing more than a clown in a play.
"Is what I said too profound? You don’t understand?" Seeing Wu Tian’s silence, Huang Ming shook his head, his eyes full of arrogance. "I’m only asking you to hand over the formula for its own good."
"Bao Zhiling, after all, is in the business of medicinal herbs. In terms of fame, no other herb company, corporation, or pharmacy in Dragon Country can compare."
"This formula for the Herbal Essence can only reach its full potential in my hands."
Wu Tian could no longer stand to listen. Watching this clown had grown tiresome. "What makes you think I’ll give you the formula? You should understand that you can’t defeat me."
Huang Ming furrowed his brow but still managed a disdainful smile. "Yes, yes, yes. I admit I can’t defeat you right now, given that you defeated those South Korean fighters I couldn’t."
His eyes, still defiant, locked onto Wu Tian. "But you need to realize you’re only slightly ahead of me for now. My master is one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, a truly notable master. You, on the other hand, have no one. Even if your talent surpasses mine, you lack my foundation, background, and family lineage. I will inevitably surpass you."
"That’s right. I rely on being a member of the Huang Family. My background is better than yours. It can’t be helped; a good family background is a form of strength in itself."
"In my heart, the only one who might be able to compete with me in the future is that young man who used unconventional methods to enter the New Holy Land. You have to understand, he surely has a notable master as well. Otherwise, how could he have achieved such mastery in Battle Formation at such a young age?"
"Background?" Wu Tian chuckled derisively.
Indeed, that word was a powerful weapon.
"Exactly," Huang Ming laughed heartily. "You’re so young, yet your martial skills are better than mine. There’s no doubt your talent surpasses my own."
"Under equal conditions, I wouldn’t stand a chance against you."
"But unfortunately, people in this world never start from the same line," Huang Ming stated firmly. "Therefore, it is my destiny to surpass you."
"You want to be my rival? Heh... You. Are. Not. Worthy!" Huang Ming spoke the last four words one by one, revealing his immense confidence.
And where did this confidence come from?
Not from himself, of course.
It came from the Huang Family.
And it came from his master, Huang Xuantian.
"Alright, that’s enough," Wu Tian said, his gaze calm.
He had seen enough of this performance. Besides, he still had to buy a drink and had no more time to entertain Huang Ming.
"What? That’s enough?" Huang Ming didn’t understand what Wu Tian meant.
WHOOSH!
Not bothering to formally engage Huang Ming, Wu Tian simply kicked out—a kick even more shadowless than the Huang Family’s own Shadowless Kick.
"Ah!"
Huang Ming couldn’t react in time. Before he even knew what had happened, he was kicked off the stone bridge and plunged into the river like a stray dog.
As for Wu Tian, he acted as if nothing had happened, shook his head, and continued on his way to buy a drink.
You are all merely mortals, your origins as shallow as a sandbank, unable to trap a True Dragon! Alas, a summer insect cannot speak of ice. You think so highly of yourselves because of your prestigious backgrounds, not realizing you’ve been left tens of thousands of miles behind. As time passes, even emperors ultimately turn to piles of white bone. Only I remain immortal and indestructible.
Huang Ming returned to Huang Xuantian’s side in a wretched state, looking utterly disheartened.
"What’s wrong? Did you fail? Couldn’t you get the formula for the Herbal Essence?" Huang Xuantian asked without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the impenetrable New Holy Land before him.
"Yes. I explained the consequences to him, but he remained just as arrogant," Huang Ming said with a sigh.
"Let it be. He will one day realize how foolish his decision today was. A summer insect cannot speak of ice." Huang Xuantian’s tone was placid; to him, someone like Wu Tian wasn’t worth his attention. "When I was young, there were peers with more aptitude than me, some I couldn’t even defeat. But what happened later? I leveraged my family’s heritage to become one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. The next time we met, they could only grovel at my feet." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
"I understand, Master," Huang Ming nodded.
As time passes, I’ll become one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. By then, Wu Tian? He’ll just be a nobody.
"Huang Ming, stay close to me for the next few days." Remembering something, Huang Xuantian’s expression darkened. "I called Xiao Tianzan yesterday, but no matter how I tried to persuade him, he refused to provide the seven billion."
"How could he do that?" Huang Ming asked angrily. "If the Sword Saint of Fusang chooses a city in the Southern Province as his first challenge location and he hasn’t paid the seven billion, the Seven Saints of Dragon Country won’t intervene. Wouldn’t our country be disgraced then?"
"Exactly. He lacks judgment. Seven billion versus our nation’s honor—how can he not distinguish which weighs more? He stubbornly refuses to pay," Huang Xuantian said coldly. "I told him I would have no choice but to resort to force, and he actually said he knows an expert."
"Hahaha..." Upon hearing this, Huang Ming couldn’t help but burst into laughter. "What a joke! An absolute joke! What kind of expert could he possibly hire to rival you and the other Seven Saints of Dragon Country?"
"True, the person he has invited won’t be a match for your master, but they will still be formidable. You must observe this battle; it will be of great help to you," Huang Xuantian said with a faint smile.
"Yes, Master," Huang Ming nodded and then made a phone call. "The AK47 restaurant is about to get famous. I’ve already made a reservation. Master, after you defeat the expert Xiao Tianzan has invited, your disciple will hold a victory celebration for you."
"Hmm," Huang Xuantian nodded in approval.
Wu Tian bought his drinks, made a trip to Xia Qian’s herbal company to collect some herbs, and then headed back home.
"Quickly use the nunchaku, hmph-hmph-ha-hee! Quickly use the nunchaku, hmph-hmph-ha-hee! If only I had Qinggong to fly over roofs and walk on walls!"
The little one was singing on the sofa, her eyes glued to a Huang Feihong movie while her feet kicked vigorously.
"Baby, what are you doing?" Wu Tian asked.
"I’m practicing the Shadowless Kick," Baby immediately replied, standing with her hands behind her back. The sight of such a tiny person striking such a pose was quite comical.
"If you want to learn, I can go grab someone from the Huang Family to teach you," Wu Tian said with a laugh.
To him, Huang Xuantian was nothing more than a little chick. He could snatch him up whenever he pleased!
"No, no," the little one refused, shaking her head. "I want to master my own Shadowless Kick."
As soon as she spoke, the little one started kicking fiercely again. The shadows of her kicks blurred, moving faster and faster.
Wu Tian nodded. The little one’s martial arts potential was truly exceptional.
At the same time, he realized something. Her footwork was executed with an upward motion. Combined with her short stature, this technique wasn’t the Shadowless Kick—it was the infamous Family-Ending Kick
