Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 343 - 345: Beautiful Scenery, What a Pity for the Weather

Wu Tian approached Qin Yuhan’s room, one step at a time.

Does she remember what she said the night before I left for Mount Yunmeng?

"When you go, I will... I will prepare myself."

"By the time you return from Mount Yunmeng, if you still want me, then I am yours."

He remembered her every word, even the subtle pauses in her tone. So, was her door shut tight, or had she left a small crack open for him? If her door was locked, it meant she still hadn’t consented. It would also mean her heart hadn’t fully opened to him. When someone’s heart is closed to you, what can you do? An ordinary person could only turn away, helpless.

But Wu Tian was different. A closed heart? He would pry it open. A locked door? He would smash it down with a single punch.

With a calm expression, Wu Tian strolled forward, appearing casual and composed. He showed none of the anxiety typical of most men in this situation. Reaching the door, he blew a gentle breath, and it swung open. It wasn’t locked.

A slight smile touched Wu Tian’s lips. Has she resigned herself to her fate?

He stepped inside at his usual, unhurried pace. If it were anyone else, even on their second time, they would be as nervous as a young groom on his wedding night, their mouth dry and tongue parched. But not Wu Tian. His breathing was steady as he walked straight in like an emperor claiming his domain.

He locked the door behind him. The room was filled with Qin Yuhan’s unique, fragrant scent. Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a hazy glow that was neither too bright nor too dim. Of course, even in total darkness, Wu Tian’s eyes could see everything perfectly.

His gaze immediately fell upon Qin Yuhan, who was lying on her side with her back to him. From his vantage point, the alluring curve of her backside was the most eye-catching feature. She was wearing a short skirt, and he could glimpse the dark fabric of her underwear beneath it.

Facing away from him, she was clearly uneasy. She shifted slightly, her hips swaying and exuding a seductive allure. Wu Tian smiled and walked closer.

This woman... I am destined to conquer her today! No one can stop me.

As his footsteps drew near, Qin Yuhan’s breathing grew ragged, her heart pounding uncontrollably. Four years ago, Wu Tian had taken her by force. She had never been prepared for him... 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

He got onto the bed. When his palm came to rest on her shoulder, her delicate body trembled, but she still didn’t turn to face him. Her nervousness was palpable.

Wu Tian knew she was only pretending to be asleep. He had already performed a divination. According to the normal course of events, it would take him another month to truly conquer Qin Yuhan. A month wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short, either.

However, Wu Tian refused to believe in fate, even a fate he himself had calculated. As he caressed Qin Yuhan, his Spiritual Sense remained extended, blanketing the area around them.

Fate is truly a difficult thing to change.

Just then, his Spiritual Sense picked up on Lin Fa, who had discovered an error in a document—a subsidiary was cooking its books. Lin Fa was currently driving to Wu Tian’s house to ask how he should handle it.

A strange light flickered in Wu Tian’s eyes. If Qin Yuhan were to turn around, she would see his pupils glowing with a bizarre, brilliant, and sacred light.

「On the road...」

BANG.

A tire on Lin Fa’s car exploded.

Lin Fa sat in his car, completely dumbfounded. He had just replaced that tire. "My god, what kind of times are these? Even car tires are counterfeit now?"

He didn’t dare get out on the highway, so he immediately called the traffic police. After the call, he sighed again, suddenly feeling nostalgic for the old days. Back then, there certainly weren’t as many fake and shoddy products!

「Back in the room...」

Wu Tian had already removed Qin Yuhan’s outer coat. Next, he undid all five buttons of her blouse. Qin Yuhan remained with her back to him, not daring to turn around, her trembling fingers clutching the hem of her nightgown.

But beautiful moments are always fleeting. Just as Wu Tian had calculated, another interruption arrived. This time, it was the Martial Association.

Just as authors have writers’ associations, Martial Artists have the Martial Association. It was established long ago by a group of Martial Artists who had failed to reach the Innate realm or become one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. Over time, the organization gained prestige and was eventually officially recognized by the government. Its members weren’t particularly powerful, but they felt that as elders, the younger generation owed them respect. Truth be told, few in the Martial Association focused on their moral character or strove to advance their cultivation; most were just old men who abused their seniority.

For the sake of his reputation, the Sword Emperor had transferred a considerable sum to them every month. His true plan, however, was to deal with them after achieving his grand ambitions. This led the members of the Martial Association to believe the Sword Emperor actually feared them.

But now? The Sword Emperor was dead. The elders of the Martial Association, no longer receiving their monthly allowance, were not in a good mood. Though old, they had significant expenses and spent every penny they received. In fact, they considered spending only a million a month to be shameful. Now that their money had run out and seeing that Wu Tian had yet to offer them any tribute, they decided to use their status as seniors to travel to Yang City and pay him a visit.

Wu Tian had now completely unbuttoned her blouse. He could feel her whole body trembling, her lips parted slightly as if to speak, but she held back. He smiled. He would make her submit.

However, in his Spiritual Sense, he saw that the old men had already reached the courtyard of his house. The courtyard was small, and instead of the flowers and plants typical of a wealthy family, it was filled with vegetables.

"This is the Martial Emperor’s house?"

"Correct. We were the ones who came up with the title ’Martial Emperor’ for him. He should at least say thank you."

"The Sword Emperor gave the Martial Association ninety million a month for ’tea money.’ How much do you think Wu Tian will give us?" one of the elders asked. They were all founding members of the association.

They thought about Wu Tian’s Boundless Corporation. It was already on par with the headquarters of Q and WeChat in the South and comparable to Wang Dawan’s Million Group. As this realization dawned on them, the eyes of the old men lit up with greedy smiles.

Surely he’ll give us more than the ninety million a month the Sword Emperor did, right?

They strode forward, about to enter the courtyard.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Wu Tian was about to claim Qin Yuhan as his own when his Spiritual Sense perceived this scene. He let out a cold snort.

Instantly, high up in The Firmament, the wind and clouds stirred as the very color of the sky began to change.