Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 176 Disgusting Family

Wu Tian’s palm grasped, generating a mysterious suction force that pulled the Mount Mover Daoist, the Ridge Unloader Strongmen, and the others back. They turned their heads to see Wu Tian standing right beside them. His expression was calm, as if this was nothing at all.

The little girl, however, started giggling. She laughed so sweetly, so beautifully, just like a little princess.

But in the eyes of the Ridge Unloader Strongmen and the Mount Mover Daoist, that smile was terrifying.

"I was wrong! Please, spare me!"

"Yes! The Mount Mover sect will obey your every command from now on!"

"The Ridge Unloader sect will do the same! And... and I’m willing to give you all the treasures I’ve acquired from tomb raiding over the years! Please... just please let me go!"

The Mount Mover Daoist and the Ridge Unloader Strongmen began to beg for their lives. Within their group, some wet themselves in fear, while others burst into tears.

The Mount Mover Daoist and the head Ridge Unloader Strongman had experienced much in their lives; they had seen terrifying zombies and even the fire insects of Kunlun, so they didn’t lose control of their bladders. But their faces were ashen. The only reason they held on was through sheer willpower. They weren’t crying either, but only by gritting their teeth and forcing it back.

Zhao Zetian and her sister Zhao Mulan watched this scene in astonishment.

"Annihilate."

At that moment, Wu Tian threw a punch toward the void. Then, Zhao Zetian and Zhao Mulan witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

With a single punch, the bodies of the Mount Mover Daoist, the Ridge Unloader Strongmen, and their followers completely disintegrated, shattering into nothing more than fine ash. They were clearly human, yet they had turned to ash.

"This..." Zhao Zetian and Zhao Mulan’s eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

Hong Kong was chaotic, a place where killing and being killed were daily occurrences. The city’s crime films were renowned for a reason—gunfights between police and gangsters often erupted on its very streets. Zhao Zetian and Zhao Mulan had seen people die before, but never like this. To die in such a way... not even bones were left behind.

"Are you... are you even human?" Zhao Zetian and Zhao Mulan’s beautiful faces were etched with horror. They had never witnessed such a bizarre event.

A human couldn’t possibly do something like that. And a human couldn’t possibly have a daughter like the little one.

"..." Wu Tian chuckled. Not human? Then what am I?

His smile sent a chill down the spines of Zhao Zetian and Zhao Mulan, making them fear he would kill them next.

Looking at their expressions, Wu Tian knew exactly what they were thinking. He shook his head slightly. I’m no mass murderer. They might be stubborn, but they haven’t offended me.

But the power of the Zhao Family in Hong Kong reminded him of Qin Yuhan. He spoke coldly, his voice seeming to emanate from the depths of the Nine Nether, "The Zhao Family of Hong Kong will submit to me. What do you say?"

Zhao Zetian and Zhao Mulan furrowed their brows. Their Zhao Family was not one of the Five Surnames and Seven Families, but its heritage was still profound. They were descendants of Zhao Zilong, and their ancestors had intermarried with descendants of Liu Bei, giving them the bloodline of the Han imperial family. Others had always submitted to them; how could their Zhao Family submit to another?

"Sister, what should we do?" Zhao Mulan’s hand gripped the Green Light Sword, but her forehead was beaded with cold sweat, and her clothes were already soaked through.

Though she was a woman, she had ventured into the jungle to fight wild beasts for the sake of her swordsmanship and the Hundreds of Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix spear technique. But the difference between those wild beasts and the man and child before her was simply too vast.

Zhao Mulan couldn’t help but recall the little girl’s question, asking if she was strong—stronger than Wu Tian. The memory of her answer made her burn with shame.

Zhao Zetian, however, was thinking further ahead. Her parents had passed away; though young, she was the head of the Zhao Family. She had to consider what would become of the family if they submitted to Wu Tian.

"I’ll count to three, okay?" The little girl didn’t understand what game Wu Tian was playing, but she had seen this kind of scene on TV. She immediately held up three fingers, her face a picture of innocence. Yet at this moment, she inspired both adoration and fear.

"Alright," Zhao Zetian nodded.

"One," the little girl said. Then, without a "two" or "three," she pulled her fingers back and announced, "Time’s up."

"..." Zhao Zetian was speechless.

Wu Tian smiled. This daughter of his certainly had his style.

Zhao Zetian sighed. "Fine, I agree."

At this point, she had no choice but to take the gamble.

"That was a wise decision. If you had not agreed, the Zhao Family would have been annihilated," Wu Tian said coldly. Submit and live, resist and die.

Zhao Zetian breathed a sigh of relief. To think that someone so young could be so ruthless and decisive, yet also balance force with finesse.

In the following days, Wu Tian spent his time with the little girl, sightseeing in Longjing, while Zhao Zetian and Zhao Mulan returned to Hong Kong. During this period, Wu Tian only slowly absorbed the Spiritual Energy from the blood in the wooden box, not rushing the process. He was still contemplating which Divine Body phenomenon—"Demon Blood Dyes the Blue Sky" or "Golden Crow Burns The Firmament"—was stronger and more suitable for him.

「Meanwhile, back in Yang City...」

The herbal mask was a sensational hit. It wasn’t just in Yang City; throughout the entire Southern Province, many people wouldn’t even consider leaving home without first using one. Word of the herbal mask had spread to other provinces as well. Its explosive popularity had far exceeded Xia Qian’s expectations.

And since Wu Tian, as the creator of the Herbal Essence, had made no great effort to hide his involvement, his identity was soon discovered by interested parties.

The people most thrilled by this news were none other than Qin Zhengxin, his wife Ye Lan, and their son Qin Yujie.

"I never thought that guy had such talent," Qin Zhengxin exclaimed in surprise.

Initially, their family had looked down on Wu Tian, preferring to introduce their niece, Qin Yuhan, to Nalan Feng. Now they realized how wrong they had been.

"Qin Yuhan won’t let us get involved with Qin Corporation at all. Why don’t we start our own company?" Ye Lan suggested, her eyes alight with excitement.

"Our own?" Qin Zhengxin was startled. "What kind of company would we run? What would we sell?"

Qin Zhengxin knew his own limitations. He was a good-for-nothing, completely overshadowed by his brother Qin Zhengyang. Of course, while he knew this deep down, he would never admit it aloud. Whenever people asked him, "Qin Zhengxin, your brother is so accomplished, why are you unemployed?" he would just claim that their father had been biased and never gave him a chance.

"The herbal mask business, of course!" Ye Lan excitedly explained to her husband and son. "You know how popular these herbal masks are, right? Even I use them! An herbal mask business could become another major corporation. We’ll go to Xia Qian’s company right now and demand she hand over the formula for the Herbal Essence."

"Isn’t that a bit much?" Qin Zhengxin frowned.

"What’s ’too much’ about it?" Ye Lan shouted at her useless husband like a shrew. "That Herbal Essence doesn’t belong to Xia Qian, it’s Wu Tian’s! You tell me, who’s closer to Wu Tian, us or her? It’s us, obviously. It’s only right that we take back the formula for the Herbal Essence."

"But what about my cousin and Wu Tian..." Qin Yujie trailed off, looking troubled. His relationship with Wu Tian was far from good; he had even been beaten up by him.