Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"Dao Feng, I bestow upon you..."

Dao Feng looked eagerly at Wu Tian, anxious to see what the Sect Leader would give him this time. To his surprise, when Wu Tian opened his palm, a Kasaya appeared. Moreover, it was a terribly torn one, covered in patches, and it even emitted a faint, musty smell.

Seeing it, Dao Feng was flabbergasted. "Teacher, this thing..."

"It suits you perfectly," Wu Tian said, tossing it to Dao Feng.

Dao Feng was on the verge of tears. I’m a Monk, true, but was there any need to give me such a tattered Kasaya? No matter how I look at it, this doesn’t seem like a powerful Supreme Treasure.

But since the Sect Leader had given it to him, he had to use it. With that thought, he put on the ragged Kasaya. The moment it settled on his shoulders, he intuitively understood its power and was immediately overjoyed. He realized the Kasaya could expand to envelop an entire area.

"Thank you, Sect Leader," he said at once.

Wu Tian nodded. Next, he gave Lan Niang and Hong Ji a technique that allowed them to combine the power of their twin swords. Finally, he turned to Zhou Butong.

"You practice Fist Techniques," Wu Tian said casually. "I can teach you the Five Directions Fist."

Five... Five Directions Fist? Zhou Butong thought he must have misheard. Of course, I know of the Five Directions Fist’s reputation. It’s comprised of five distinct styles, each guarded by one of the five major powers in the world. And me? Could I possibly learn all five styles at once? This... this is simply astounding!

Wu Tian just smiled and immediately began to teach Zhou Butong the Five Directions Fist.

Although the Five Directions Fist wasn’t Wu Tian’s strongest technique, he saw how Zhou Butong was trembling with joy and didn’t want to spoil his excitement.

Intoxicated with their individual gifts, it took them a while to come back to their senses. They looked at each other, their expressions complex. Who else but Wu Tian could do such a thing? Giving one disciple a Supreme Treasure is one thing, but giving one to everyone? Such an act is unheard of.

Wu Tian’s magnanimity humbled them completely. They had never known of anyone like him before. As they considered this, Dao Feng and the others felt their eyes grow moist. Wu Tian’s kindness was like giving them a new life.

"Thank you, Sect Leader!"

They all knelt down together, including the Heavenly King Realm expert, Zhou Butong. Looking at Wu Tian, they pledged, "For all our lives, we will follow you, Sect Leader. We are willing to die for you."

"Die for me?" Wu Tian shook his head slightly. "There’s no need for that."

Would I die? That would be difficult. Besides, if I could die once, that would actually be a good thing. After all, the main condition for cultivating the world’s number one mental method is to be reborn from death.

"Sect Leader, you..."

When they saw that Wu Tian didn’t want them to die for him, Dao Feng and the others were even more moved, their minds reeling as their devotion became absolute. Good heavens... how did we get so lucky? For such a figure to accept us as disciples... What kind of person is he? To have a Sect Leader like him... we are fortunate beyond measure!

Wu Tian had no idea that in just a short time, his image in their minds had soared to an entirely new level.

He instructed everyone: those with Supreme Treasures should refine them quickly, and those who received Cultivation Techniques should practice diligently. He, on the other hand, carried the little one and went to find Qin Yuhan. Wu Tian wouldn’t hover over them, forcing them to practice their cultivation. That would only make them uncomfortable and create obstacles in their State of Mind. After all, a master can lead you to the door, but your cultivation is up to you.

Ye Qingxian was still in the Three Realms. She hadn’t returned to her kingdom, to her home. Ever since Wu Tian appeared, I feel as if my heart no longer belongs to me. All feelings for my former home have vanished.

Now, as she made her way toward Xiuyuan Country, her impeccable face caused many men along the way to stare in astonishment. Some were so distracted they even forgot where they were going and walked straight into a wall. Ye Qingxian was already used to such reactions. Many men had acted this way around her, yet her heart had never once been moved.

But Wu Tian was different. Ye Qingxian felt that Wu Tian was an enigma, a mystery that drew her in. This isn’t love, and yet... my heart yearns for him. It’s so frustrating.

Who am I, exactly? she sometimes wondered. There were celestial omens when I was born. Could I truly be an ordinary person? If I’m not, then why does my heart race for Wu Tian? Could it be that he isn’t an ordinary person either, that he has an extraordinary background? This was a question she truly wanted to ask him.

Upon arriving at the capital gates of Xiuyuan Country, she noticed a group of people also asking the city guards about Wu Tian. This piqued her interest. Unsure if they posed a threat to him, she began to watch them covertly.

This group consisted of disciples and elders from the Divine Fist Sect. Anxiety was etched on their faces. Their Sect Leader, after years of secluded cultivation, had finally emerged only to announce that he was going down the mountain for some fun. It was a request the elders and disciples were reluctant to grant. The Sect Leader had given them a rough idea of where he would be, but then, he had suddenly gone missing.

This left the elders and disciples in a state of utter panic. A country cannot be without its king, and the same holds true for a Sect. After an extensive investigation, they had finally tracked their leader here to Xiuyuan Country. At last, they had news: their Sect Leader had become Wu Tian’s disciple.

This revelation left the elders and disciples of the Divine Fist Sect dumbfounded. How could this be?

"We must go to the Royal Palace and persuade our Sect Leader," one of the elders said.

Another elder frowned slightly. "The Royal Palace isn’t a place one can simply walk into. It would be far too impolite to enter uninvited."

The other disciples just stood there, dazed and unsure of what to do.

Ye Qingxian finally understood what was happening. She stepped forward. Dressed in a flowing white gown that perfectly accentuated her strikingly gorgeous figure, she seemed like a Goddess walking the Mortal Realm, with skin as smooth as polished jade and an aura powerful enough to captivate the world.

"Are you looking for Wu Tian?" she asked as she approached.

The men exchanged stupefied glances, all struck by a single thought: she was beautiful. Absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. It took them a long moment to regain their senses.

One of the elders finally replied, "Indeed, we are."

"You know your Sect Leader has become Wu Tian’s disciple," Ye Qingxian said, probing. "So tell me, what kind of person do you think Wu Tian is?"

"This Wu Tian," an elder spat through clenched teeth, "deceived our Sect Leader. He can’t be a good person."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxian became furious. That’s right! Wu Tian isn’t a good person. But you don’t have the right to say it!

Clenching her delicate fists, she declared, "You’re looking for a fight."

What?

Before the elders and disciples of the Divine Fist Sect could even process what was happening, Ye Qingxian had already made her move. Startled, they scrambled to defend themselves. They had no idea what they had done wrong. Why would this peerless Goddess suddenly attack them?