Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 255 - 256 Suppressing All Enemies

"Father, do you truly believe I can suppress all enemies? That others should fear me, and I need fear no one?" Murong Ziqi asked solemnly, looking earnestly at Murong Guangfu.

I used to be so confident in myself. But the Qin Corporation, merely one of the top companies in the South and not even number one in the Dragon Country, has eluded my grasp for so long. Murong Ziqi’s confidence was severely shaken by this failure.

Murong Guangfu knew he had to restore his son’s confidence. It was a father’s duty. Although he was also curious how Wu Tian had the connections to invite people like Cui Chong and Zheng Tianshi, he still said, "Ziqi, you must understand one thing. In the Martial Arts World, among the Martial Sects and the Five Surnames and Seven Families, who reigns supreme?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Murong Ziqi uttered two words: "The Sword Emperor."

Once the Sword Emperor appears, all swords bow in submission. This was no empty saying.

Murong Guangfu nodded, affirming his son’s answer. He continued, "Ziqi, you must realize, when the Sword Emperor was twenty-five, he slaughtered an entire village. Only after atoning for his sins with meritorious deeds did he become one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. He was already twenty-five by then. And you? You are younger than he was, and you have more potential. When you think of it that way, do you still feel that people like Cui Chong and Zheng Tianshi are above you?"

At these words, Murong Ziqi’s eyes regained their usual confidence and pride.

He’s right. My master, the Sword Emperor, stands above the Five Surnames and Seven Families. In the future, I will undoubtedly reach his level. What do I have to fear? What is there to worry about?

Murong Ziqi, who had just decided to leave Yang City, now chose to stay.

"Exactly. You will rise up from where you have fallen. The Qin Corporation must be ours," Murong Guangfu said. "When father and son are of one mind, their combined strength can sever metal."

Murong Ziqi nodded.

At that moment, Murong Yezi had finished blowing out the candles and making her wish. She began to cut the cake. The little girl naturally claimed the largest piece. As smart as she was, she was still a child, at an age where she adored sweets.

She happily munched on the cake, her mouth quickly covered in cream. Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan both hurried over with tissues to wipe her face, and the little girl seemed to enjoy being pampered, continuing to eat as they cleaned her up.

"You’ll get fat," Wu Tian said suddenly.

The little girl froze. After a long moment, she asked, "What kind of fat? Like Doraemon? He’s cute."

"No, like Zhu Bajie," Wu Tian replied.

The little girl frowned slightly and asked seriously, "Which version of Zhu Bajie?"

Wu Tian unlocked his phone, searched for an image, and showed it to her. "The one from Director Zhang’s movie."

Director Zhang’s depiction of Zhu Bajie was notoriously lifelike, looking more like a real pig than a man in a costume, with almost no human features visible.

The little girl was so frightened she immediately put down the cake in her hand.

"Stop it, don’t scare the child," Qin Yuhan said unhappily. "Being able to eat is a blessing. Dieting is something to think about when you’re older."

"Really?" the little girl immediately looked up at Qin Yuhan. "Mom, does that mean you used to be really fat before you became so beautiful?"

Qin Yuhan hesitated. She had never been overweight in her life.

The little girl stopped eating. Gaining weight was easy, but losing it was hard.

The onlookers laughed at the sight of the little girl’s gloomy, conflicted expression as she debated whether to eat the cake.

Murong Guangfu and Murong Ziqi had also walked over, Murong Ziqi’s face brimming with confidence. Just then, a loud voice announced from the entrance.

"The Wudang Sect from the Jianghu has arrived!"

"The Imperial Kitchen Sect from the Jianghu has arrived!"

"The Zhao Family, a martial arts family from the Fragrant River, has arrived!"

"The Huang Family, a martial arts family from Foshan, has arrived!"

"The Chen Family of the Tomb Raider Officials has arrived!"

As these names were called out, the Murong disciples’ expressions changed once more. None of these groups were inferior to their own.

Murong Guangfu was equally shocked, but then a thought occurred to him. A look of delight crossed his face as he pulled Murong Ziqi closer and whispered, "Son, do you now understand your influence?"

Murong Ziqi was confused.

"You are a disciple of the Sword Emperor. How could the Martial Sects not come to pay their respects now that you’re in Yang City?" Murong Guangfu chuckled. "The arrival of Wudang and the others is proof. They wouldn’t come for Wu Tian. He might know people like Cui Chong through business, but how could he have such deep ties to the Martial Sects of the Jianghu? Therefore, they must be here for you."

Murong Ziqi nodded. The title of Sword Emperor’s disciple was indeed enough to command awe from some of the Martial Sects. He allowed himself a small, confident smile.

Murong Guangfu, however, turned to the astonished crowd and announced, "Everyone, please, relax. These Martial Sects are simply here to pay their respects to my son. Carry on with your activities."

The Murong disciples had a sudden realization. "Oh, so that’s why," one of them murmured. "I was wondering why so many people from the Martial Sects showed up. Even the Tomb Raider Officials are here! There must be a great tomb they’ve found that requires the help of a master like Brother Ziqi."

"That must be it," another agreed, and the other disciples readily accepted this explanation.

Wu Tian’s lips curled into a playful smirk.

The sight of that smirk filled Murong Ziqi with disgust. He couldn’t stand being near Wu Tian, so he walked away, approaching the group from Wudang and the sisters from the Zhao Family as they entered. He was completely unaware, however, that they were all here to celebrate Wu Tian’s mother’s birthday.

The most anxious among the new arrivals was Zhang Xiguan of the Imperial Kitchen. His son had suddenly fallen ill with a strange disease that left him in a vegetative state, and he had heard that only Wu Tian could save him. After many inquiries, Zhang Xiguan had finally tracked him down to Yang City.

Murong Ziqi approached the group and said with an air of indifference, "I thank you all for the respect you’ve shown my master."

His master? Hearing this, the group from Wudang came to a conclusion. This handsome man must be a disciple of Mr. Wu Tian.

"You are fortunate to have him as a master," Zhao Zetian of the Zhao Family said with envy.

Murong Ziqi stood tall, his hands clasped behind his back. He smiled. "Indeed, it is my great fortune. I will be grateful for my master’s grace for the rest of my life. I will serve him in his old age, for a teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime. In my heart, he is like my own father."

At these words, Zhao Zetian and the others exchanged awkward glances. Wu Tian was so young—he looked even younger than the man standing before them. Yet this man spoke of treating Wu Tian like a father. How could they not find it odd?

"Do you truly feel that way?" Mouse Tooth asked with amusement as he stepped out from the crowd.

"Of course," Murong Ziqi nodded earnestly, his expression serious as he declared his devotion. "If he wished it, I would have no problem calling him ’Father’ to his face."

Hearing this, Mouse Tooth broke into a wide grin. The Wudang disciples and the others couldn’t help but stifle their laughter.

Murong Ziqi frowned, confused by their reactions. Did I say something wrong? He assumed they were doubting his sincerity.

Murong Ziqi huffed, "You must not doubt my sincerity! To tell you the truth, in my heart, I already regard him as I do my own father. If there is a single lie in my words, may heaven strike me down with lightning!"