Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"What happened outside?" the little one asked curiously.

"This happens every month. The King’s Disciple has arrived," Jia Fatty said, his eyes shining brightly.

"The King’s Disciple?" Wu Tian was also puzzled. What do those words even mean?

The term "King’s Disciple" referred to a student of a nation’s king. But from the look on Jia Fatty’s face, that clearly wasn’t what he meant.

"He comes here once a month," Jia Fatty said, his tone full of respect. "He is a very formidable Fortune Teller."

"A Fortune Teller?" Wu Tian smiled. In the Immortal Emperor Realm, who can compare to me when it comes to physiognomy?

The profession of a Fortune Teller was not as esteemed as that of a Martial Artist or an Array Master, yet it was secretly revered by many. Some people outwardly claimed they didn’t believe in such superstitious nonsense as physiognomy, but they were actually quite obsessed in secret. This meant that a Fortune Teller’s abilities could put them on equal footing with Martial Artists and Array Masters. It was just a pity that many refused to admit it.

A Fortune Teller could determine life and death, as well as good fortune and ill. Many people, regardless of the cost, secretly sought one out to have their fate read.

"We all call this Fortune Teller the King’s Disciple. Do you know why?" Jia Fatty finally got to the point, slowly answering his own question. "Because he once received the physiognomy heritage from the Wutian Celestial Emperor, the one closest to the Creation Martial Emperor."

Wu Tian was speechless.

That’s impossible. When I passed on knowledge, it was mainly through oral instruction; I never left behind any secret scrolls. My disciples also abided by this rule.

But Jia Fatty didn’t notice Wu Tian’s strange expression and continued, "He said he personally acquired a secret scroll written by the Wutian Celestial Emperor himself and mastered the supreme art of physiognomy. Three months ago, when he first arrived, he declared that a pregnant woman would be unable to give birth. Sure enough, three days later, the woman overindulged in food and miscarried."

Jia Fatty said excitedly, "The second month, he predicted that a beggar would come into great wealth. The very next day, the beggar’s long-lost family came looking for him. It turned out the beggar was an orphan from a rich family who had gone missing!"

"Last month, he became quite famous, and many people pleaded for him to read their faces. He chose a woman and predicted that her long-lost son would return and bring great fortune. And he did! Her son, after searching for many years, finally found her. He was now the heir of the Ten Thousand Verdure Sect, a Two-Star power in the Artifact Domain!"

The more Jia Fatty spoke, the more his eyes sparkled. Finally, he turned to Wu Tian and said, "Sect Leader, you might not believe it, but this King’s Disciple’s physiognomy is the real deal."

"Really?" the little one asked, her small face full of confusion as she looked at Wu Tian.

Wu Tian chuckled. If his predictions are genuine and weren’t staged beforehand, then his physiognomy skills are truly impressive. But for him to claim he received a secret scroll from *me*... what kind of joke is this?

I’d like to see what this man is really like. Wu Tian smiled with amusement.

These days, when it came to physiognomy, if he claimed to be second, no one would dare claim to be first. Wu Tian’s own physiognomy was already extraordinary and divine. Now, he also possessed the Investiture of the Gods. He could see the past and predict the future. Who could compare with him?

"Dad, let’s go take a look! It’s time to show off," the little one said with a mischievous giggle, her voice high and childlike, which made Wu Tian laugh.

"Alright, let’s go take a look."

With that, Wu Tian picked up the little one and left, while Jia Fatty bowed deeply behind them.

「The Merchant Street」

"Master King’s Disciple, please read my fortune!"

"No, read mine! What does my future hold?"

"Master, I’m begging you, please tell my fortune..."

The street was filled with such cries. There were many Fortune Tellers, and a fair number who could make accurate predictions. But this King’s Disciple claimed his physiognomy came from the Wutian Celestial Emperor. That alone was enough to cause such a sensation.

"Master, do you have a wife at home?"

"Master, could we perhaps..."

Many women took the initiative to approach, flirting and casting amorous glances incessantly.

Wu Tian, holding the little one, watched this scene in astonishment. This Fortune Teller claims to be a disciple of the Wutian Celestial Emperor without any solid proof, yet he’s managed to draw such adoration from so many women?

"Dad, it seems your reputation is really something!" the little one chirped. She truly believed that Wu Tian was the Wutian Celestial Emperor.

"I never expected that even after ten thousand years, my name wouldn’t be lost to the river of history," Wu Tian mused.

"Everyone, everyone!" the King’s Disciple announced. "I am preparing to go to Xiuyuan Country to take up the position of State Preceptor and may not return. Therefore, today, I will read your fortunes for free!"

Though he was clearly an old man, his complexion was ruddy, and he looked like a playful, mischievous old child.

The little one in Wu Tian’s arms looked up at him and asked, "Dad, is his physiognomy really that impressive?"

Wu Tian glanced at the King’s Disciple, who was surrounded by the crowd. Wu Tian could see the man’s features with perfect clarity. He made a few light calculations with his fingers. The Investiture of the Gods could reveal all, while Wu Tian himself could perceive events a year into the past and a year into the future.

Wu Tian’s eyes were bright and piercing, exceptionally sharp even without using the Eyes of Golden Flame. As he read the face of the man in the crowd, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression grew peculiar.

"What’s wrong, Dad?" the little one asked, looking up at him.

"This man’s physiognomy is third-rate; he’s a charlatan," Wu Tian said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "However, his cultivation is at the Heavenly King Realm, and he has the bearing of a Sect Leader. He’s simply the head of some faction who got bored and came down the mountain to scam people."

The little one’s small mouth formed an "O" of surprise. She hadn’t expected to encounter such a playful old man.

Hearing that the King’s Disciple was planning to leave, the crowd grew reluctant.

"Master, please stay."

"Yes, don’t go."

"A pity, but that won’t do." The King’s Disciple sighed, his expression turning serious. "I must make a trip to Xiuyuan Country. My goal is the position of State Preceptor of the Xiuyuan Realm. I, with my divine foresight, will read fortunes for you one last time."

"Alright!"

"I want to go first!"

"No, let me go!"

The crowd once again began to vie for the opportunity. The King’s Disciple smiled, looking quite pleased with himself.

His name was Zhou Datong, a Three-Star powerhouse and the Sect Leader of the Iron Fist Sect. Having practiced martial arts his entire life, he had grown bored of it. What he truly wanted was to be a Fortune Teller. Unfortunately, he lacked the talent for it. Still, the desire remained, so he came down from his mountain to indulge this whim.

Now that I’ve had my fun, it’s time to make a quick exit. But... I still want to show off one last time.

"Everyone, this is no way to decide. Allow me to choose," Zhou Datong declared authoritatively.

The crowd nodded in agreement.

Zhou Datong smiled and pointed casually. "You. It’s you."

And the one he pointed at was none other than Wu Tian.

"Me?" Wu Tian’s expression became even more peculiar.

"Yes, don’t just stand there. Hurry up. I’ll give you a reading."