Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 356 - 358: Looking Down on Everyone
Million Group's channels were numerous and vast. On this day, for instance, the company fully demonstrated its power to the public.
In every movie theater, a single phrase appeared at the beginning of each film: "Sword Sheath Sister, your master is looking for you!" The cinema-goers were baffled, having no idea what this meant. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Giant billboards, so large that no one could miss them, appeared in Million Square, on every property owned by Million Real Estate, and even across all of Million Group's other industries.
Million Group had never made such an extravagant move before. Their usual promotions for new real estate or movies were nothing in comparison to this massive campaign.
Million Group had assets in every major city in Dragon Country. At this moment, the slogan, "Sword Sheath Sister, I'm looking for you"—an idea from Wang Congming—quickly went viral.
Anyone who saw the billboards, promotional flyers, or pre-movie ads frowned in confusion, completely baffled by Million Group's actions. Sword Sheath Sister? Is she some internet celebrity?
Journalists and other curious people immediately started scouring all the major live-streaming platforms and apps, trying to find an internet celebrity named Sword Sheath Sister.
That day, several female streamers changed their screen names to "Sword Sheath Sister" or something similar. Even some male streamers started to consider adopting "Sword Sheath Sister" as their stage name.
The move by Million Group even caught the attention of the Lord of the Four Seas. What on earth is Wang Dawan doing? he wondered. He knew it couldn't be for some internet celebrity. Million Group wouldn't mobilize all its channels just to find a streamer.
Weibo, forums, WeChat Moments, independent content creators, and even gossip columns were all reporting on and sharing the story. In less than an hour, #SwordSheathSister# was the number one trending topic on Weibo.
Meanwhile, Wu Tian was still out for a drive with the little one. The child gazed happily at the scenery passing by the car window, clapping their hands vigorously in delight.
Wu Tian also noticed people on the street handing out flyers. They were far away, but his piercing eyes could see the text on them clearly: "Sword Sheath Sister, it's me, Brother Wu Tian. I miss you."
Wu Tian was speechless. That line... Wang Dawan definitely wouldn't have come up with that. It had to be Wang Congming. Right now, Wu Tian really wanted to send him flying with a kick.
「In a Fusang martial arts dojo in Yang City.」
The interior was decorated in the Fusang style, complete with Fusang tea tables. The small courtyard was also steeped in a distinct Fusang atmosphere.
A middle-aged man in his thirties was brewing tea, his movements turning the process into an art form. This was the famous Fusang "Tea Ceremony."
Tea was introduced to Fusang from the Central Plains of Dragon Country, but the Fusangs had long believed they had surpassed their masters.
Just then, a teenager, also from Fusang and dressed in a Martial Arts Uniform, ran in hurriedly. "Teacher," he said, rushing forward, "something bad has happened!"
"Zheya, what have I taught you? You must remain calm, no matter what happens," the middle-aged man said lightly.
"Yes, Teacher." Hei Shan Zheya took a deep breath to calm himself.
"You may speak now. What has happened?" the middle-aged man asked, taking a sip of his tea and closing his eyes to savor the aftertaste.
"The scabbard we found the other day... it belongs to the Martial Emperor Wu Tian. I've confirmed it. Now, Million Group is searching for it on his behalf," the young man said, his tone grave and worried.
The middle-aged man's eyes snapped open, but a moment later, a slight smile touched his lips. "That's nothing to worry about. Wu Tian will never be able to trace it back to us. Our Fusang roots in Dragon Country run deep, and our power is far beyond his imagination. He won't find out we were the ones who took it."
The young man, however, did not share this view. Is Teacher underestimating the people of Dragon Country? he wondered.
Although Dragon Country wasn't a developed nation like Fusang, he recalled the lyrics of a song that he felt spoke volumes:
*A hundred years of slumber, the people are gradually awakening.*
*Here, every citizen is a soldier.*
*Whenever invaders have tried to enter,*
*They have inevitably met their demise.*
*How could we allow our land to be trampled again?*
*This sleeping lion has begun to stir.*
He could only remember bits and pieces of the lyrics, but the young Fusang felt that the Dragon Country of today was no longer the Dragon Country of the past. He probed cautiously, "Teacher, the people of Dragon Country are different now. The country itself is different from what it used to be."
"Different?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man seemed to recall something and couldn't help but laugh. "Zheya, you're probably aware that I come from a military family. My grandfather fought in the great war, and in his journals, he laid bare the true nature of the people of Dragon Country. They are suspicious of one another, greedy, and inherently weak. Even when faced with national disaster, they're still thinking about how to profit from the dead."
The more the middle-aged man spoke, the more he laughed—a cold, disdainful sound. "How could people like that ever awaken?" he continued. "It is the destiny assigned to them by The Heavens to be enslaved by us. That is their fate."
Hei Shan Zheya frowned. These might be weaknesses of the people of Dragon Country, but who says they are the only ones who have them?
Hei Shan Zheya wanted to say more, but the middle-aged man stopped him. "Say no more, Zheya," he said lightly. "That magical scabbard is no longer in my possession. I have already sent it to our great Chief Minister."
What? He was the one who had stumbled upon the scabbard by accident. It could talk, so he found it interesting and brought it back. His teacher said it was worth studying, so Zheya had temporarily entrusted it to him. He never thought his teacher would send it to Fusang without even asking!
The middle-aged man, of course, noticed his disciple's strange expression. He sighed. "Zheya, you must understand. We didn't come to Dragon Country just to open a martial arts dojo."
Hei Shan Zheya's expression turned stern at once. They were to integrate into Dragon Country, to become friends with its people. That was the facade.
It was just like the case of Physician Akiyama back in the day. When he practiced medicine in Dragon Country, he was beloved by the people. The story goes that Huo Yuanjia, whose martial skills were so strong he was considered one of the ten great saints of his era, had a weak constitution as a child. He often coughed up blood, which resulted in a chronic lung disease. The primary physician recommended to him was none other than Physician Akiyama.
Huo Yuanjia died, and while the circumstances are widely debated, the Fusangs know the truth. This was precisely why the Fusangs sought to integrate into Dragon Country; it allowed them to play a decisive role at critical moments.
"The Chief Minister has sent word that some Onmyoji will be arriving this afternoon. I've been instructed to arrange lodging for them here with us. Zheya, with me and those Onmyoji present, we have nothing to fear," the middle-aged man said, his tone casual. "I am Akiyama Youshi. With their help, what can Wu Tian possibly do, even if he discovers we once had the scabbard?"
