Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 32 The Beatable King of Soldiers

"To break the confines of urban rules." Understanding this, Liang Qingren finally knew why her grandmother wanted her to get close to Wu Tian.

"That’s only one aspect of it," Madam Liang said with a smile. "Besides, I can tell this young man is a devoted person. If you can win his heart, you will surely find happiness. And isn’t seeing a grandchild happy what we elders hope for?"

Liang Qingren nodded, feeling she was beginning to understand her grandmother’s intentions.

While Liang Qingren went to freshen up, Madam Liang made her way to the martial arts practice field again.

He’s so young, yet he has already reached the Transformative Realm. His achievements surely won’t be confined to just that. Thinking of a certain legend, Madam Liang’s eyes sparkled as she murmured to herself, "It’s said that those who reach the Transformative Realm can become immortal. That must be why myths have been passed down since ancient times. Who knows if they’re true or false."

「Later」

Xiao Liang drove Wu Tian and the little one to Jinxiu Villa, the most affluent district in Yang City. The Qin Family resided here, owning a villa in the area.

"So, you live here?" Xiao Liang asked curiously.

"My wife lives here," Wu Tian replied with a casual smile.

Jinxiu Villa, huh? A paradise in the eyes of the world, but to me, it’s nothing special.

"Your wife?" Xiao Liang considered this for a moment before asking respectfully, "Then may I ask who Mr. Wu Tian’s wife is?"

"Qin Yuhan. Do you believe me?" Wu Tian shrugged.

"I do." Unlike others, Xiao Liang proved that age brings wisdom, giving a different answer than most.

As Wu Tian left, Xiao Liang remained in the car, lost in thought. It seems my granddaughter has some business dealings with the Qin Corporation.

Carrying the little one, Wu Tian entered Jinxiu Villa. Along the way, he happened to run into Qin Zhengyang. If not for him, it would have taken quite an effort to find my wife’s house.

As they approached the villa, the sound of a man and a woman’s joyous laughter drifted out from one of the floors.

"So, you’re very confident about securing the partnership with MC International tomorrow?" Qin Yuhan asked.

"Of course," the man replied. "Now that I’m on the case, there won’t be any problems."

"You’re right. After all, you’re a King of Soldiers. My company is honored to have you. I never expected that on top of your physical prowess, you’d be so brilliant as well."

"It’s nothing. Who says a King of Soldiers has to be simple-minded and brawny? A true King of Soldiers must excel in both scholarly and martial pursuits, capable of..."

The man inside was chatting animatedly, deliberately creating topics of conversation. It was obvious he wanted to get close to Qin Yuhan.

Qin Zhengyang hadn’t expected someone from the company to visit his home at this hour to discuss business with his daughter.

"Wu Tian, please don’t misunderstand..." Qin Zhengyang quickly turned to explain.

But Wu Tian’s lips merely curled into a smile. On the surface, he appeared calm and gentle, with no sign of anger. But was that really the case?

A sudden chill ran down Qin Zhengyang’s spine. Wu Tian’s gaze wasn’t cold, yet it inexplicably terrified him.

What kind of look is that? Is that a look a human should even have? Qin Zhengyang stood frozen in place. Little Tian, what on earth happened to you these past four years?

Wu Tian walked to the closed door. He reached out his hand, and with a gentle shake, the door swung open. He stepped straight inside. At that moment, the man in the living room started coughing.

"What’s wrong?" Qin Yuhan asked.

"It’s an old injury from my time as a King of Soldiers," the man said.

"Stop pretending," the little one in Wu Tian’s arms suddenly piped up before he could say anything. "Get lost."

The man on the sofa, Nangong Yi, immediately scowled. He was the outcast of a great family, but he had never given up on himself. Instead, he had ventured into Africa and made a name for himself in the mercenary world, becoming recognized as one of the continent’s three great Kings of Soldiers. He was an Inner Strength Martial Artist, so skilled he could snatch buzzing mosquitoes out of the air with his chopsticks during a meal.

"Oh, you finally deigned to return," Qin Yuhan said coldly.

But when she saw the anger on Wu Tian’s face, an irrepressible flash of joy appeared in her beautiful eyes. So, he does still care about me.

She thought she had hidden her feelings well, but Wu Tian noticed it, and half his anger instantly dissipated. The little one also breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the little one, Wu Tian realized she was far from simple. She possessed a natural intuition. In the Immortal Emperor Realm, a person with such intuition would be said to have a martial arts aptitude seen only once in ten thousand years.

At that moment, Qin Zhengyang rushed in frantically. He relaxed only after seeing that everything was calm. I was terrified a fight would break out. The Qin Family, after all, is one of the four major families of Yang City. If a brawl happened here, it would be tomorrow’s top headline.

"Chairman." Nangong Yi rose from the sofa and walked over to Qin Zhengyang, bowing politely.

"Oh, so you’ve returned," Qin Zhengyang said.

Nangong Yi had started at the corporation as a security guard, but his capabilities allowed him to gradually become one of the core members of the Qin Corporation. Qin Zhengyang had once valued his talent, but he had always felt something was off about Nangong Yi and consequently disliked him. Still, as Nangong Yi was the head of the company’s planning department, Qin Zhengyang wouldn’t give him the cold shoulder.

"Yes, I’ve returned from my studies in Europe. I’m confident my planning skills can now rival Europe’s top experts. I believe—"

"Believe my ass," Wu Tian cut in. To everyone’s shock, he walked straight up to Nangong Yi and bluntly said, "Get lost."

Qin Yuhan was stunned. So was Qin Zhengyang. Wu Tian was so incredibly domineering.

Little did they know, Wu Tian was already being lenient for Qin Zhengyang and Qin Yuhan’s sake. If anyone else had displeased him, their fate would have been far worse.

Nangong Yi’s expression stiffened, his fists clenching. "Who the hell are you?"

Seeing that Nangong Yi was about to make a move, Qin Zhengyang wasn’t worried. I’ve seen Wu Tian’s skills before. Nangong Yi’s abilities are at least within the realm of comprehension, but Wu Tian’s skills... they’re like something from a TV show or a movie. It’s completely unreal.

But Qin Yuhan didn’t know this. "Don’t you dare start a fight here!" she said hurriedly.

"Don’t worry, I won’t cause a major commotion. A slight movement of my hand," Nangong Yi said with a faint smile, "will be enough to teach him not to be so presumptuous."

I’m one of the three great Kings of Soldiers! Countless wealthy patrons treat me as an honored guest, willing to pay exorbitant prices just for me to solve their problems. And now, some nobody is telling me to get lost? Heh. In Nangong Yi’s mind, Wu Tian was simply courting death.

He raised his fist, glared at Wu Tian, and declared, enunciating every word with overwhelming arrogance, "There’s nothing in this world I can’t solve with one punch. If there is, then it’ll be two."

"Idiot." Wu Tian couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words and threw a punch.

BOOM!

An explosive sound reverberated through the room.