Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 355 - 357 I Will Definitely Find You

"You unfilial wretch! If you dare to leave, then don't bother coming back."

"If you dare to go to Fusang, I will disown you as my son."

"..."

In the Martial Arts World, within the Jianghu sects, and among the Five Surnames and Seven Families, similar words were spoken at many front gates. The Gang Leaders, Sect Leaders, and Family Heads were all infuriated. But their disciples and apprentices still insisted on leaving.

"This isn't some unforgivable crime, is it?"

"Exactly. Fusang has poached quite a few athletes from our Dragon Country. I'm sure if we go to the Martial Arts World of Fusang, they'll treat us very well."

"Indeed, indeed. That's only right."

"The Yin Yang Technique... I've heard it's even mightier than our Martial Arts."

"Right, and the Onmyoji! They say they have Shikigami. It sounds so mystical."

Wu Tian cared little for these matters. As long as Fusang didn't provoke him, all was fine. But if they do, I might just have to annihilate them. After all, I've never had a good impression of Fusang.

Now, Wu Tian and the little one had been invited as guests to Wang Dawan's villa.

"So, you still wish to pursue Martial Arts, don't you?" Wu Tian smiled, looking at Wang Dawan.

"Yes," Wang Dawan nodded. "Ever since I was threatened by the Sword Emperor, I realized that for a businessman, not having any personal strength is just too dangerous."

He had invited Wu Tian over to thank him and, in doing so, hoped Wu Tian might grant him another favor. As the Million Group's business empire expanded and he learned more about the Martial Arts World, Wang Dawan had secretly sought out many experts to teach him. However, he was a poor student, and those so-called experts all held back their true knowledge. This infuriated him.

How formidable were the Martial Skills of ancient times? And now? The Martial Arts World still exists, yet so many of its most powerful skills have been lost. It's all because everyone in the Dragon Country's Martial Arts World is more secretive than the next. In the end, they just take their skills to the grave.

But an opportunity from Wu Tian wasn't something to be given out lightly a second time. Wang Dawan was growing anxious. My son is a master now, and here I am, his old man, burning with envy!

"My dad won't take you, but what if I do? I'm not really accepting disciples anymore, but seeing how sincere you are, I could be persuaded to make an exception," the little one said with an adorably serious expression.

"No, no," Wang Dawan refused quickly. Becoming the disciple of a four-year-old child? That's a loss of face I can't afford.

Wang Congming sighed from the side. He was already the little one's disciple.

"Help me find something," Wu Tian said with a smile, seeing the anxious look on Wang Dawan's face. "Find it, and I will give you another chance."

Wang Dawan immediately nodded. "Say the word! What is it you need to find? My business gives me a huge network of contacts and friends. To put it bluntly, I have connections on both sides of the law. Mr. Wu Tian, just tell me what you're looking for."

Hearing this, Wu Tian nodded, feeling that Wang Dawan gave him some hope. He finally spoke. "A sword scabbard."

Wang Dawan and Wang Congming exchanged a strange look, not expecting this. They could easily find a good scabbard.

But then Wu Tian added, "It's a talking sword scabbard."

Wu Tian proceeded to describe more of the scabbard's features to Wang Dawan and Wang Congming, leaving them completely dumbfounded.

It could talk, had a woman's voice, and could absorb things like fire. Was this really a scabbard? It sounded more like some kind of monster. Even now, Wang Dawan and Wang Congming were still completely baffled.

At the same time, Wu Tian also entrusted the task of locating the Ghost Valley sect to Wang Dawan and Wang Congming, hoping their extensive channels might prove successful. Finding the Ghost Valley sect and the scabbard was a necessity for him. Especially the scabbard; if he could find it, Wu Tian would possess a true Magical Treasure. It would be like a poor man suddenly winning a five-million-dollar lottery.

After a brief chat with Wang Dawan, Wu Tian took the little one and went for a drive. Wang Dawan tried to keep him a while longer to talk more, but Wu Tian made it clear that he had zero interest in men.

"That's right. My dad isn't interested in old men," the little one chirped with a laugh.

Wang Dawan was speechless.

"Dad, you're an old man," Wang Congming snickered.

Bullshit! If I could still beat you, I would have knocked you senseless long ago! Wang Dawan shot his son a glare.

"Disciple, don't get too happy. You're getting old, too," the little one said gravely.

Wang Congming was speechless. My little master is spouting absolute nonsense with a completely straight face. Am I not handsome?

As Wu Tian drove away with the little one for a joyride, the most beautiful places in Yang City came to mind. There were nine such spots in the city.

First was the Yang City Station at the Red Brick Factory. This restaurant, named "Yang City Station," was hidden away in the Redtory Culture and Creative Park, making it an irresistible spot for food lovers with an artistic, bohemian flair. Its outdoor courtyard was shaded by lush green trees, with quaint carriage-wheel-style tables and chairs scattered about, creating a delightful sight.

Second was the Yang City Tower, nicknamed "the Slim Waist." Everyone knew about this one, so no more needed to be said.

Third was Haizhu, home to the most beautiful tram line. The station's canopies incorporated the design of Yang City's traditional windows, and the trams themselves were adorned with the city flower, the kapok, immersing passengers in the city's rich culture. The tram themes were also frequently updated.

The place Wu Tian took the little one for a drive was the fourth-ranked spot: Shamian Street. The architecture here was rich with Western historical styles—New Baroque, Neo-Gothic, Arcade, Neoclassical, and various fusions of Chinese and Western design. It was arguably the most exotic collection of European-style buildings in all of Yang City.

The little one gazed happily at the scenery outside while Wu Tian, behind the wheel, found his thoughts drifting back to the past.

He remembered a time in the Immortal Emperor Realm, back when he was still weak, being hunted by a three-headed wolf. The beast was ferocious and devoured everything. It had swallowed the entire population of a city, and then, seeing him, it decided it was still hungry and charged at him. Back then, Wu Tian was no match for the three-headed wolf. The creature was terrifyingly fast. Finally, it caught him. As the wolf bit down, he was certain he was doomed. But a sword scabbard saved him. The scabbard lodged itself in the wolf's mouth.

"Run, Brother Wu Tian! I'll hold it off!" the scabbard's voice rang out.

It had been forged by the Spirit Clan, but aside from being able to speak, it had no other use. Cast aside by its creators, it had come to depend on him. The scabbard was his first friend in the Immortal Emperor Realm. If he fled, could he still call himself human?

"No! I can't leave you!"

"Please go, Brother Wu Tian," the scabbard insisted. "I'm just a scabbard, not a person. I don't have flesh and blood. It's okay if I'm chewed up. As long as you live, I'll be fine."

"Are you kidding me?!" the youth refused.

That was the first time the scabbard had shielded him from an attack. Afterward, on his long path to becoming the Immortal Emperor, the scabbard blocked countless more attacks for him.

One was a person, the other a scabbard. But their bond was like that of a brother and sister.

"I will find you!"