Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 43 Bringing Disgrace Upon Oneself

Wu Tian was determined to overtake on the hairpin turn, the most dangerous part of the track.

"I won’t allow it!" Nangong Yi tried to block the Buick, but the inertia from the curve made his car incredibly difficult to control with any real precision. Finally, on the turn, the Buick surged past the Porsche 911. Nangong Yi wanted to reclaim the lead, but his skills on a curve were simply not on par with Wu Tian’s, and he didn’t dare floor the accelerator.

"How could this be?" The racing enthusiasts in the crowd were stunned. They never expected the Buick driver to possess such incredible skill. Who would dare to attempt an overtake on such a perilous hairpin turn? The chants of "Oppa must win!" dwindled and gradually vanished. Even those who knew nothing about cars could now see that Nangong Yi, despite driving a Porsche, was at a clear disadvantage. A curious thought entered everyone’s mind: could this Buick driver actually be the number one racer in Yang City?

The final curve ended, leading into the last straightaway. With the Buick now ahead of the Porsche, Nangong Yi gritted his teeth, desperate to overtake. However, he faced the same dilemma as Chen Kuohai. The Buick firmly blocked his path, making any attempt to pass impossible. The Buick was like an impregnable fortress, rendering both the Porsche and the Audi powerless against it.

Finally, the Buick crossed the finish line.

The entire venue fell into a dead silence. How could this have happened? Everyone had assumed the highlight would be the duel between Nangong Yi and Chen Kuohai. They thought that even if Wu Tian joined with his Buick, he would only be a minor character. But now, everyone knew that the glory belonged neither to Nangong Yi nor to Chen Kuohai.

The Porsche was the second to reach the finish line. A powerless Nangong Yi climbed out of his car.

While some of Bing Hong’s fellow delusional fans stood frozen, their enthusiasm gone, she and a few other die-hards rushed over to Nangong Yi’s side. They supported him, wiped the sweat from his brow, and offered him drinks. Seeing the miserable expression on his face, Bing Hong and the other fans felt a pang of distress.

"He’s fine," Lin Fa, who happened to be nearby, said kindly. "It’s just mental exhaustion. Let him zone out for a bit, and he’ll recover."

"Shut up!" Bing Hong snapped. "This is all your Director’s fault! Why did he have to win? He’s just a show-off! Doesn’t he know how to hold back? He’s like a child, always needing to flaunt his talent." She showed no gratitude for the advice whatsoever.

Lin Fa stood there, stunned.

Wu Tian had also gotten out of his car to breathe the fresh air. Noticing the scene, he couldn’t help but shake his head. He didn’t care about Bing Hong’s words. Why should he care about the yapping of a shrew? But Lin Fa was still his subordinate. Wu Tian walked over and patted Lin Fa on the shoulder. "You need to open your eyes."

This time, Lin Fa didn’t argue. He just nodded and said, "Don’t worry. Give me some time."

Wu Tian smiled faintly. "That’s good. But I won’t allow you to bring your personal troubles to work. If you do, I won’t let you off the hook."

Lin Fa nodded again.

Many of the true racing enthusiasts now turned their gazes toward Wu Tian, their eyes filled with admiration. His driving skills had completely conquered them.

The Audi R8 arrived, and Chen Kuohai got out. He walked up to Wu Tian with a complicated expression, let out a breath, and said, "I lost. I am thoroughly convinced by your driving skill."

"Wu Tian, I lost this time," Nangong Yi declared, his attitude completely different from Chen Kuohai’s. "I will remember this defeat, and I will get my revenge next time." He was the King of Soldiers. The life he wanted was one straight out of a novel, where the hero returns invincible and surrounded by beautiful women. But today, he had lost to Wu Tian in front of everyone. He could not swallow this humiliation.

"That’s right! Our oppa will definitely win next time!"

"Wu Tian, you’ll still lose to our oppa in the end!"

Bing Hong and the other obsessive fans started shouting again. To Wu Tian, it was just a noisy clamor, like the barking of dogs. He couldn’t help but laugh. "It’s almost as if I’m the one at fault here. Nangong Yi, you need to understand something. You were the one who challenged me to a race today. In other words, I didn’t humiliate you; you brought this humiliation upon yourself."

Hearing this, Nangong Yi froze, the life draining from his eyes.

Lin Fa stood by Wu Tian’s side and congratulated him. "Congratulations. From this day forward, you are the God of Racing."

"No!" Bing Hong shrieked. "At best, he’s just the top racer in Yang City! If you put him up against racers from the entire Southern Province, I bet his skills are nothing special!"

"That’s right, nothing special!" the other fans chimed in, their eyes lighting up.

"Oh?" Wu Tian said, unconcerned. "If I’m trash, then your oppa is even trashier."

Bing Hong and the others were stumped into silence.

Wu Tian ignored them and turned to Lin Fa. "Let’s head back."

With that, Wu Tian got back into his Buick.

"Are we still going shopping?"

"Of course," Xia Qian nodded, looking at Wu Tian with a new light in her eyes. She finally understood that her grandfather had been right. Wu Tian was a rare, extraordinary man one seldom meets in the city.

Wu Tian drove the Buick away.

Everyone watched the car’s departing silhouette, their minds filled with different thoughts.

I used to love racing, but I never had the money for a fast car. Now I know that with enough skill, even a Buick can be invincible.

I’m his fan from now on.

Even among the female employees at their company who idolized Nangong Yi, a few were astonished by Wu Tian’s performance.

"He’s my real oppa from now on."

"Yeah, mine too."

Although only a few had changed their idol, it was enough to make Nangong Yi’s expression darken.

To be honest, I want him to be my master, Chen Kuohai couldn’t help but think.

Slowly, the crowd dispersed, and the racetrack grew silent.

Nangong Yi drove his Porsche, taking Bing Hong home. She was the prettiest of all his female fans. Seeing his unhappy face, she tried to cheer him up. "Losing a race isn’t a big deal. You know your other abilities are completely superior to his."

Hearing that his other abilities were superior to Wu Tian’s revived Nangong Yi’s spirits somewhat. He comforted himself, "Right, like my professional abilities."

Seeing that he had responded, Bing Hong said happily, "Exactly! For example, your proposal for the partnership with the electronics company and the one with the Hua Group were both excellent."

"No, no, no." Buoyed by Bing Hong’s words, Nangong Yi’s confidence returned fully. "My greatest success was today’s partnership with the multinational corporation. When that corporation came to the country, many companies tried to partner with them and failed, but I succeeded."

"Are you talking about the multinational from Cupid Country, the one whose CEO is Xia Qian?" Bing Hong had heard of the major group. She looked at Nangong Yi with excitement and admiration. "I can’t believe she accepted your proposal! You’re incredible, Oppa!"

"It was nothing," Nangong Yi bragged.

He had no idea, however, that Xia Qian had accepted his proposal not because of him, but because of Wu Tian. The truth would one day be unveiled, and when that day came, Nangong Yi would...

Similarly, the Immortal Emperor cannot be insulted. Anyone who had spoken ill of Wu Tian, if they lacked even the slightest bit of fortune to protect them, was doomed to suffer three days of bad luck—nearly choking to death while drinking water or almost dying from a simple fall.

「In the three days that followed, a series of strange accidents plagued Yang City.」

The news and newspapers all reported on what they called the "Miraculous Three Days."