Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 342 - 344 Qin Yuhan’s Nervousness

Wang Congming ignored his father, Wang Dawan, and the so-called Dr. Qiao Mi. He rushed off in a mad dash.

He ran for quite a while, feeling like he had not run such a long distance in ages. Though he was gasping for air, he finally caught up with Wu Tian and the little one.

"Mr. Wu Tian, please... please, take me as your disciple," Wang Congming panted, so out of breath he could hardly speak.

Wu Tian gently shook his head in refusal. In the Immortal Emperor Realm, he had very few disciples, though he did have a host of subordinates. However, after returning by Breaking the Void and traveling through the All Heavens, Wu Tian had gathered a few disciples, attendant students, and several pets. Without exception, they all shared one common trait: filial piety. They were all exceptionally respectful toward Wu Tian. If he told them to go beat a dog, they would never dare to go kill a chicken instead.

Besides, they were all exceptionally talented.

But this Wang Congming... Wu Tian looked him up and down and concluded that on the Martial Path, he was utterly mediocre.

"Take this." Seeing how hard Wang Congming was struggling, the little one sighed. She plucked something that looked like a squashed piece of chocolate from her pocket and tossed it to him.

This uncle is so chubby, and he ran so far. He really gave it his all. How can I not give him a reward?

Wang Congming caught the object, wondering what it was. But when he sniffed it, he felt a wave of revitalization wash over him. Just the scent alone has such a powerful effect? Could this be an Immortal Pill? Just a flattened one?

Wang Congming was not as cautious as his father, Wang Dawan. He popped it directly into his mouth. At first, it was bitter. But once the Elixir slid down his throat, he felt a fragrant flavor spread. Suddenly, his breath was steady and his back no longer ached. At the same time, Wang Congming felt a surge of energy, making him feel as if he possessed the strength of a strongman.

"This... this really is an Immortal Pill!" Wang Congming could not help but laugh out loud. He then turned to the little one and said, "Thank you, little one."

"Wrong. You should call me Master," the little one huffed.

What? The revelation hit Wang Congming like a Thunderous Roar. Him, the "Nation’s Husband," has to call this little child Master? How could he possibly bring himself to say it?

"You can’t say it now, and I don’t blame you," the little one said, standing with her hands behind her back and putting on a profound air. "But one day, you will come begging me."

"Becoming your disciple is impossible. I will never become your disciple in this lifetime," Wang Congming refused.

"Then we’ll just have to wait and see." With that, the little one giggled and pulled Wu Tian away by the hand.

On the way, looking at the little one, Wu Tian could not help but smile. Wang Congming is so grateful to her, but the ’pill’ he ate was just some of my medicinal dregs. The little one just rolled it into a ball like she was playing with mud. And to think he believed it was some kind of Immortal Pill...

Still, giving Wang Congming the strength of a strongman was no problem at all.

And Wang Dawan? He thinks some scientific potion will help him more? In my opinion, a day will come when Wang Dawan will be crying his eyes out. Science is formidable, but the science of this era hasn’t reached the point where it can perfectly fuse foreign biological genes with human genes. There will definitely be rejection. What will Wang Dawan turn into then? I’ll be waiting to see.

As they neared their front door, the little one joyfully shouted, "Mom! Grandma!"

Her voice was incredibly loud. No other child her age could shout like that, but none could sound so pleasant, either. She was born with a naturally gifted voice. If she were not so dedicated to the Martial Path, she could have become a superstar singer.

Murong Yezi opened the door. Seeing her adorable granddaughter, she immediately swept her into a hug and asked with a smile, "Did you miss Grandma while you were out on your walk?"

"I did!" the little one replied with a sweet smile.

"Such a good girl."

"Since I’m so good, do I get a reward?"

"What kind of reward?" Murong Yezi laughed, knowing this little one was never so easy to handle.

"Can you ask Dad to make lunch? I haven’t had lunch cooked by Dad in so long," the little one suggested.

"Alright," Murong Yezi decreed, turning her beautiful eyes toward Wu Tian. The message was clear: if you still consider me your mother, you will go cook.

Wu Tian chuckled. This was the feeling of home. He immediately gave an "OK" gesture. Besides, his hands were itching to cook. It was one of his hobbies.

Murong Yezi carried the little one over to the sofa while Wu Tian went to the kitchen. He checked the refrigerator to see what ingredients were available and considered what he could make that afternoon. He then took out some items to let them thaw naturally, which was the best way.

Afterward, he returned to the living room and personally handed an Elixir to Murong Yezi.

"This one Elixir can extend your life by 500 years. It will also prevent any illness and generate inner energy. Mom, take it."

"Is... is this for real?" Murong Yezi knew her son was extraordinary, but for him to suddenly claim that this ordinary-looking pill could grant her five hundred more years of life? For a moment, her beautiful eyes went wide with disbelief.

"What? You don’t trust your son? Afraid it’s poison?" Wu Tian joked.

Murong Yezi shot him a look. If she couldn’t trust her son, who could she trust?

She took the Elixir and swallowed it without hesitation. It tasted wonderful, just like candy. As the Elixir went down, her throat felt incredibly comfortable, a sensation that soon spread throughout her entire body. It was as if every restraint had been lifted from her.

"This medicine... it’s incredible!" she could not help but exclaim after closing her eyes to savor the feeling.

She felt as light as a feather. Though she had never practiced Qinggong, she felt as if she could fly with ease.

Opening her eyes, she began to praise Wu Tian again. "Amazing. This pill is truly miraculous. Pills like this must be incredibly rare, right? You gave one to me, so we need to be very careful with the rest. Yuhan must get one, and then..."

Wu Tian smiled and interrupted her. "You’re mistaken. I refined a whole bottle of these Elixirs, exactly two hundred and twenty in total."

Murong Yezi and the little one exchanged a glance. Grandma and granddaughter had the same thought. What a silly number!

But Murong Yezi was truly astonished that he had so many.

After asking his mother how she felt after taking the Elixir, Wu Tian headed upstairs to find Qin Yuhan. The little one wanted to follow, but Murong Yezi held her back.

"No, no," Murong Yezi whispered. "Let them have their... playtime."

The little one pouted, unhappy. Murong Yezi began to playfully tease her on the sofa to distract her.

Meanwhile, in her room on the second floor, Qin Yuhan knew Wu Tian was back. She could hear his footsteps approaching on the stairs. She remembered the night he left for Mount Yunmeng when she had promised to give him everything when he returned. A week had passed. He had been busy with company affairs and was only now free.

But... but it’s only eight in the morning! To do... that... in broad daylight? Isn’t that a bit improper?