Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 239 Ignorant of the Power (1/5)

Wu Tian's words stunned everyone.

"Do you know I'm your uncle? How can you speak to me like that?" Murong Guangfu demanded angrily.

"Exactly, how can you speak to my father that way?" another snapped.

"So rude," others added, all the Murong descendants clearly displeased.

Within the Murong Family, the position of the Family Head was akin to an Emperor's. Someone had to taste Murong Guangfu's food before he himself would partake. He watched the news broadcast at the same time every day. At five o'clock every morning, he would hold a family meeting, much like the Imperial Court's morning assembly. During these meetings, Murong Guangfu would express his views on current events, and the Murong descendants would diligently take notes.

For Wu Tian to speak to Murong Guangfu in such a manner, the descendants felt he was being outrageously defiant.

Murong Guangfu raised his hand, and their voices finally ceased.

He took a deep breath and said, "Regardless, you are my nephew. I won't blame you."

The Murong descendants immediately praised the Family Head for his benevolent heart. One even murmured pompously, "A tyrant may dominate a region and a valiant warrior may conquer territory, but only a man of benevolence can win true admiration. He can make his enemies lay down their arms and turn foes into friends. He who wins the hearts of the people conquers the world."

Hearing this, Murong Guangfu was so delighted he could barely suppress the urge to burst out laughing.

"Father, earlier on the street, Wu Tian beat up Da Wei. Judging from Cousin Wu Tian's posture, it seems he knows Martial Skills," Murong Ziqi said suddenly. His tone was gentle, but his words dripped with mockery.

"He knows Martial Skills?" Murong Zhongzheng and Murong Guangfu were both taken aback.

Then they chuckled. What kind of real Martial Skills could one find in a modern city? It's probably just some third-rate trickery for swindling people.

"If you truly like Martial Skills, you should come to our Murong Family and pick out a Secret Scroll. We have many in the family; taking one is no great matter," Murong Zhongzheng said, feeling a pang of guilt. He meant well.

Murong Ziqi also chimed in with a smile. "Yes, feel free to take any Secret Scroll you like. It's no problem."

However, Murong Ziqi had other ideas. If Wu Tian took a Secret Scroll, he would be indebted to the Murong Family. Over the years, Murong Ziqi had won over many people using this exact method, leveraging favors to put them in his debt.

"Not interested. Now, get out," Wu Tian said coldly. "You know nothing of true power."

Hearing this, Murong Zhongzheng sighed. The father and son, Murong Guangfu and Ziqi, simply chuckled. In their minds, Wu Tian was a worldly commoner, a frog at the bottom of a well, ignorant of how vast the sky truly was. Only such a person would dare say, "You know nothing of true power." The Murong Family had touched heights that ordinary mortals could never see. How could they possibly know nothing of power?

"Arguing with you is like playing the lute to a cow. It's better to just act."

Seeing that Murong Guangfu and Murong Ziqi were still determined to spout nonsense, Wu Tian snorted. With a sudden wave of his palm and a simple flick of his sleeve, a fierce gust of wind erupted, blasting Murong Zhongzheng and the others out of the house before they could even react.

The door clicked shut.

Outside, the Murong descendants stared at each other, completely baffled by what had just happened.

"It seems this grandson of mine is truly not so simple," Murong Zhongzheng said with a frown. "Guangfu, Ziqi, you two listen to me. Return to Gusu. As for our grand ambitions, we can discuss them slowly."

Discuss them slowly? How long would that take? Murong Guangfu couldn't wait. He was already in his forties. A man doesn't get many decades in his life. He had no desire to end up like his ancestors, who accomplished nothing and, in their old age, hired opera troupes to perform plays in which they could cast themselves as the Emperor.

Murong Ziqi wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by, either. This was the peak of his life.

Huang Xuantian had been killed by an unknown party. He had claimed Huang Xuantian's position as The Seventh Saint of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, earning the title 'Emperor Spirit.' He had also been accepted as a disciple by the Sword Emperor. His star was on the rise. He could not give up this glorious moment. This was the perfect time to achieve greatness.

"Grandfather, you worry for nothing," Murong Ziqi said with great confidence. "Even if he learned a few sneaky tricks from some Jianghu sect, his foundation and perspective are far inferior to mine. Rest assured, I will bring him to heel."

Murong Guangfu was very pleased with his son. All their ambitions for an empire rested on his shoulders. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

「Inside the house.」

Wu Tian held the little girl and started eating lunch, seemingly unbothered by the Murong Family's visit.

"Dad, here, have some ribs." The little girl picked up a piece of her favorite pork rib and placed it in Wu Tian's mouth. She wanted her dad to enjoy the things she liked.

Wu Tian happily took a bite. "Delicious."

"If you like it, have some more," the little girl giggled.

Seeing that Wu Tian was fine, Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan joined them for lunch.

Although Wu Tian was eating calmly, his mind was elsewhere. He was skilled in the art of physiognomy. From what I can see, the Murong Family no longer possesses any imperial fortune. Their attempt to restore their nation is doomed to fail. Instead, they face the fate of their entire clan being annihilated. For many years, the Murong Family failed to produce any real talent, so they hadn't caused any major trouble and had thus remained safe. Now, this generation has produced Murong Ziqi. To everyone in the Murong Family, this is a sign of their resurgence. But to me, it's a sign of their clan's impending extinction.

The life or death of the Murong Family is no concern of mine, but I wonder if it will affect Mom in the future. But even if it does, so what? In my presence, who could possibly harm my mother? Wu Tian thought with arrogance.

Right now, the most important matter for Wu Tian was the elixirs. He wanted to build a commercial empire. With Qin Yuhan's temperament, she will definitely follow me in the future. But Mom… I don't think she'll go with me. She loves city life. So, before I leave, I need to give Murong Yezi a 'shield!' A commercial empire. Once it's powerful enough, no one—not the Jianghu sects, not the Five Surnames and Seven Families, not even the government—will dare to cause her trouble. I have enough herbs. As for a cauldron, I have the Four Fiends Cauldron. I just lack a place for Alchemy. The conditions must be perfect: the right time, the right place, and the right people. Not one can be missing. The New Holy Land is suitable for Cultivation, but not for Alchemy. It seems I'll have to find a suitable place.

As Wu Tian was lost in thought, he didn't realize that Murong Yezi was in a state of shock.

That technique her son used just now was simply miraculous. His sudden disappearance four years ago, gone for four full years… it definitely had nothing to do with a pyramid scheme. What kind of pyramid scheme could make someone so powerful? She almost wanted to join herself. Besides, a dead camel is still larger than a horse. Wu Tian doesn't take the Murong Family seriously, and as his mother, I can see that clearly. I know my son. He isn't arrogant. His actions mean he has the strength to handle the Murong Family. But where did this strength come from? I have to find out. I can't let him be used by some peerless devil. As a mother, how could her heart not be filled with worry?