Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 287 - 289 Chaos (7/7)

What?

As Wu Tian's words fell, a complete silence descended upon the area.

What is he saying? How dare he say something like that in public? In front of Xiao Tianzan from the Southern Province? In front of Zhou Weimou, the man with the highest rank in the Southern military?

A single remark from Wu Tian had plunged the once-heated atmosphere to an absolute freezing point.

"You... Do you realize what you're saying? I am doing this for Chinese medicine, for the Dragon Country!" In an instant, Huangfu Huisheng's eyes turned bloodshot. He was furious. Not only was someone unaffected by his display of "righteous indignation," but they had the audacity to speak to him with such insolence. If looks could kill, he would have already sliced Wu Tian into a thousand pieces. If he were still young, he would have charged forward and fought Wu Tian to the death.

"It seems you really wish to die," Wu Tian said, knowing it was time to assert his authority.

He could see that Wu Fa was wary of something, though he didn't know what. But seeing the pained expression on Murong Yezi's face, his heart ached for her.

I will let Wu Fa and Murong Yezi know one thing: with me as their son, they are invincible. There's no need to worry about open attacks or hidden schemes. With me, Wu Tian, here, all this rabble is worthless, unable to withstand a single blow.

Wu Tian's words enthralled a small number of young girls who were at that impressionable age. Most people, however, thought Wu Tian was far too arrogant. As far as they knew, what was he famous for? An SSSSS-rated business acumen and being Qin Yuhan's husband. He might be an upper-echelon figure in Yang City, but even so, he had no right to speak to the president of the Chinese Medicine Association like that. He was just too damn arrogant.

But Qin Yuhan, Xia Qian, and a few other women in the crowd looked at Wu Tian with sparkling admiration. They weren't foolish; they saw through Huangfu Huisheng's intentions and felt Wu Tian was doing the right thing.

However, Huangfu Huisheng trembled with fury, and the traditional Chinese medicine doctors, oblivious to the truth, also clenched their teeth in anger.

Huangfu Jiusi was about to explode with rage. In his mind, Wu Tian was his peer, and he should have shown Huangfu Huisheng the respect a junior owes an elder. But how did things turn out this way? This bastard! Huangfu Jiusi wished he could devour Wu Tian alive.

"You mustn't," Wu Fa said, feeling compelled to step forward. "The Chinese Medicine Association isn't one of the Five Surnames and Seven Families or the Jianghu sects, but it is still a formidable entity."

"I don't need a lecture from you." Murong Yezi cast a cold glance at Wu Fa and got straight to the point. "It's time we settled things between us."

"This..." Wu Fa hesitated. His moniker was the War God, the King of Soldiers, the epitome of manhood. But even heroes have their weaknesses, especially when it comes to love. No hero could resist a beauty's plea.

"Hello," Wang Cai said, stepping forward. She knew Wu Fa was not equipped to handle such matters, so she greeted Murong Yezi with a faint, apologetic smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You and he... are husband and wife..." Murong Yezi's expression was complex. When you love someone that much, you always hold on to hope. It has nothing to do with being smart or stupid. It's just human nature.

"It's a long story," Wang Cai said softly, looking at Murong Yezi. "Why don't we find a coffee shop and talk it over?" She wanted to have a proper talk with her. She wasn't a bad person, and she knew that Wu Fa's heart had always belonged to Murong Yezi. All he felt for her was guilt.

Listening to her gentle voice and gazing at the beautiful woman's pale face, Murong Yezi's heart softened, and she nodded.

Qin Yuhan, holding her little one, also prepared to go with them. This was a family matter now, one that required the family members to discuss a solution.

"How can family matters compare to affairs of the state?" Huangfu Huisheng, who hadn't expected this personal drama, couldn't bear to watch the lost traditional Chinese medical texts slip through his fingers. He had to keep the little one here, and more importantly, he had to secure those lost texts. This was a rare opportunity.

Huangfu Huisheng had started learning Chinese medicine at seven. Now, at seventy-seven, after seventy years of practice, he had finally found a chance for Chinese medicine to rise again. If he let it slip away, he might never get another chance in his lifetime.

"Get out of the way!" Murong Yezi wanted to resolve the ache in her heart, but this old man was standing in her way, rambling about state affairs. Of course, affairs of the state were more important than family matters. But who gave you the authority to turn your personal agenda into so-called affairs of the state?

Murong Yezi usually appeared gentle, a knowledgeable and beautiful matron, quiet and composed. But at that moment, she let out a roar like a tiger, her imposing presence startling Huangfu Huisheng.

"And who are you to speak to my grandfather like that?" Huangfu Jiusi couldn't stand it any longer and charged forward. "My grandfather started practicing medicine at seven! Now at seventy-seven, he has spent his entire life dedicated to medicine, creating countless traditional remedies and saving innumerable lives! You, you hag—"

"Die."

However, just as the word "hag" left Huangfu Jiusi's lips, Wu Fa made his move, but someone else was even faster.

Wu Tian launched a kick. A flash of light streaked through the air, and blood splattered!

Huangfu Jiusi's head hit the ground.

The square plunged into utter chaos.

"Murder? He actually killed someone?"

"He looks so refined, but his actions are horrifying!"

The civilians, who rarely witnessed such violence, panicked. They scrambled to flee, some frantically dialing the police.

"Ahhh!" Seeing his grandson die right before his eyes, Huangfu Huisheng's face filled with disbelief before he let out a miserable shriek. "You executioner, how could you do this? He was the last heir of the Huangfu Family!"

He collapsed to the ground, his whole body trembling with sobs.

How did his son die? Huangfu Huisheng had told him to learn the family's medical techniques, but his son had refused, saying he wanted to be a geologist. How could he agree? He had locked him in his room, but unexpectedly, the young man hanged himself, leaving behind only an infant son, Huangfu Jiusi.

Now, now Huangfu Jiusi is gone. Who will inherit the Huangfu Family's medical arts? Who will lead the Chinese Medicine Association?

"Zhou Weimou! Zhou Weimou, you're... you're a soldier! You saw this, how can you just stand there, indifferent? Shoot him! Shoot him now!" a shrill cry ripped from the old man's throat.

His hatred for Wu Tian was absolute; he wanted to tear him to shreds. He also hated the little one with a burning passion. If he had just agreed earlier, his grandson wouldn't have had to die.

Zhou Weimou, however, was completely stunned. With me, the top military figure in the South, present, how could Wu Tian dare to do such a thing?

Just as he reached for his firearm, Xiao Tianzan stopped him, saying, "We can resolve secular matters, but this is beyond the secular world."

If a criminal came from beyond the secular world—for example, the Five Surnames and Seven Families or the Jianghu sects—then only the Sword Emperor could pass judgment.

Recalling Wu Tian's kick, Zhou Weimou was shaken. It was fast, terrifyingly fast. It was so fast that even he, a seasoned soldier who had seen his fair share, couldn't help but feel his eyelid twitch.

But his more pressing concern was how to handle the chaos unfolding before him.