Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 323 - 325 Clues from the Cultivation Realm

"Stop. Let's just pause this matter here. No one will pursue it any further, how does that sound?"

Wu Dao was different from Wu Fa. Wu Fa's moniker was the War God, whereas Wu Dao's pursuits were more literary. Content to dote on his genius son, he had no intention of competing with Wu Fa for the position of leader of the Horizontal Sect. If this matter could be resolved peacefully, Wu Dao naturally hoped for an amicable settlement.

"Are you an idiot?" Wu Tian said, glancing at Wu Dao with contempt. You plotted to frame me and kill me, and now you want to call a truce? No one will be held accountable? What kind of joke is this?

"You... What did you just say? Have you no respect for your elders? Do you realize I am your uncle?" Wu Dao raged. He was a man of Ghost Valley but primarily studied Confucianism: Heaven and Earth; ruler, kin, and teacher. If a ruler commands his subject to die, a subject who lives is disloyal. If a father commands his son to die, a son who lives is unfilial. Wu Dao was furious. How could Wu Tian speak to his own uncle in such a manner?

Wu Fa's son truly cannot compare to mine. My son, Wu Wo, has such filial piety! Such respect for his elders! My son is the exemplary gentleman of this corrupt age!

"Kill him," Wu Tian ordered with a slight frown. This Wu Dao must be an idiot. You plotted against me, and you still expect me to treat you as an uncle? How delusional can you be?

At Wu Tian's command, the twin Black and White Swords struck simultaneously, lunging for Wu Dao.

"You... you... To not even recognize your own uncle, you're an utter disgrace!" Wu Dao exploded in rage. He suddenly pulled a bottle from his pocket, placed a pill in his mouth, and swallowed it.

Instantly, a surge of Inner Strength erupted from his body. Many present felt that he possessed a whole generation's worth of Inner Strength, both remarkably pure and exceedingly rare.

Wu Dao drew his sword. Within Ghost Valley, there were many fine blades, and his was no exception. His sword clashed with the Black and White Swords, but it was ultimately two against one. Under their pincer attack, Wu Dao gradually lost his footing. The once inscrutable and composed man now looked utterly disheveled.

"Mr. Wu Dao's swordsmanship doesn't seem very impressive, but for him to hold his own against two opponents with such Inner Strength is quite rare."

"Did anyone see what kind of pill he just took?"

"No, I didn't."

The crowd murmured, their curiosity piqued by the pill Wu Dao had ingested. To the sects of the Jianghu and the Five Surnames and Seven Families, Ghost Valley had always been a mystical place. It was not out of the realm of possibility for it to contain some miraculous artifacts. For example, a rumor persisted that the first-generation Master of Ghost Valley had never died, though no one knew if it was true.

"My son, quickly, come aid me!" Wu Dao panicked. He was barely holding off the combined assault of the Black and White Swords and knew that if the fight dragged on, he would surely lose—unless he took another pill. But a person could only take one a day; a second or third dose could cause one's body to explode.

He shouted for Wu Wo to lend him a hand, but his call echoed unanswered. There was no sign of his son.

Wu Dao's gaze shot toward the high pavilion, but Wu Wo was gone. The pavilion was empty. A cold dread crept into Wu Dao's heart. Where did my son go?

"You say my dad doesn't recognize his own kin, but isn't your son the one doing that? He pushed you out here and then ran away," the little one in Wu Tian's arms giggled. "Now, now, dear grandfather, don't cry. Even though your son abandoned you, don't get sad. The moment you get sad, your form will falter, and you will die.

"And don't worry," the little one added, twisting the knife, "I won't laugh at you because your son ran away."

"No!" Wu Dao was on the verge of collapse. My son, my pride and glory, how could he do something like this? He has always been so respectful and filial. When it came to killing, he always had others do it, never dirtying his own hands. How could he abandon me?

Wu Dao's mind descended into chaos, completely shattered. He adored this son, holding him since he was an infant. He had set aside his own rivalry with Wu Fa just to stay home and play with him. When Wu Wo was in elementary school, Wu Dao studied alongside him, afraid his son would be lonely. When Wu Wo left the mountain for junior high, Wu Dao secretly followed to protect him.

I treasured my son so dearly. Why would he abandon me?

The Black and White Swords were seasoned veterans of the Jianghu. They would not show mercy out of sympathy. Sword cuts crisscrossed Wu Dao's body, and blood streamed from the wounds.

"My son... My son actually abandoned his own father... I... I'll fight you to the death!" Wu Dao shrieked, his eyes wild with madness.

He frantically took out the pill bottle, opened the lid, and poured the entire contents into his mouth.

Instantly, his upper body began to swell. His clothes burst apart as his muscles expanded, becoming as large and hard as stone. The pupils in his eyes vanished, leaving them entirely white. He clenched his teeth like a wild beast. His Inner Strength surged explosively, and in the next moment, it transformed into Yuan Force.

Wu Tian's eyes lit up. That's the aura of Cultivation. I always thought this was just a martial world, but Wu Dao's pills... are they Elixirs from the Cultivation Realm? He found this interesting.

Suddenly, Wu Dao stomped fiercely on the ground, sending shattered rock flying as he charged. The Black and White Swords tried to intercept him but were knocked aside, no longer a match for him.

Wu Dao's target was Wu Tian. His face was a mask of ferocity as he roared, "I'll kill you! I must kill you!"

"How terrifying."

"He's like the Hulk."

"He's nothing more than a mindless beast."

"But with Mr. Wu Dao transformed like this, Wu Tian is definitely going to die."

This development sent a shockwave through the crowd. Wu Dao was running on pure, boiling Yuan Force. Everyone felt the qualitative difference in power between him and them. Driven by madness, Wu Dao hurtled toward Wu Tian, his charge creating a powerful wind pressure.

Yet, Wu Tian unhurriedly picked up the little one. Facing the insane charge, he didn't retreat. Instead, he strolled forward casually and extended a single finger. The sight of Wu Tian choosing to use his finger against Wu Dao, rather than his Seven-Star Dragon Abyss, stunned everyone.

The Mo Ye Sword Master stamped her foot in frustration. "Idiot!"

The Gan Jiang Sword Master, however, remarked gravely, "As expected of Ghost Valley. To think they possess medicine from our home."

The Mo Ye Sword Master smiled. "Well, our ancestors did come from this mortal world, after all."

The Gan Jiang Sword Master nodded. "Since Wu Dao has used this medicine, he cannot possibly lose."

His words had barely left his lips before he was proven wrong.

Wu Tian's fingertip tapped the forehead of the raging Wu Dao, who was charging with a ferocity that surpassed any bull.

Wu Dao's face turned deathly pale as blood streamed from the corners of his mouth. His massive body shriveled. Wracked by the medicine's aftereffects, he vomited blood violently and lost the strength to even stand, collapsing to the ground.

"Why... why did he leave? And not... not save me, his father?"

As his last words fell, Wu Dao's body rapidly withered into a dried corpse.

The crowd stared in utter shock. In their eyes, Wu Tian's figure had become an enigma shrouded in mystery.