Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"No... I’m not taking your money." Having come to his senses, the Head Servant still appeared stunned.

"In that case, we’ll be on our way." Wu Tian chuckled, holding the little one and calling out to the dazed Ye Qingxian as they headed outside. They had drunk their fill of fine wine, and staying any longer would be pointless.

"Alright." Ye Qingxian followed Wu Tian, gazing at the handsome and extraordinary figure walking ahead of her, her beautiful eyes filled with complex emotions. She found Wu Tian incredibly mysterious. He had potential, his cultivation in the Martial Path was quite decent, and he even seemed to have some skill in winemaking. Ye Qingxian couldn’t help but wonder how such a person could exist in this world.

Biting her lip, Ye Qingxian caught up with Wu Tian, and they began walking shoulder to shoulder. She took a deep breath and asked in astonishment, "This Spirit Root you mentioned, does it really exist?"

Spirit Roots, of course, also existed in the Immortal Emperor Realm. But none of them could compare to the one Wu Tian had described. So mystical, so strange... did such a Spirit Root truly exist?

"Of course it exists," Wu Tian asserted confidently.

The reason he was so sure was because he had them. The seeds of several Spirit Roots were right in his Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House: the seeds of the Ginsengfruit, the seeds of the Qinglian, the seeds of the Pan Peach... It was just that Wu Tian hadn’t yet decided how to plant them, so he let the seeds remain quietly in storage.

"Is that so? This world is truly full of wonders. That’s exactly why I want to go out and see it all." Ye Qingxian marveled at the magic of the creator that even things like the Ginsengfruit could exist. "By the way, since you didn’t have to pay for this round, it’s as if you didn’t treat me at all. How about you let me treat you properly next time?" she suggested.

"No, no." Wu Tian shook his head. Dining with another woman always made him feel slightly guilty toward Qin Yuhan. An occasion like this was best limited to a single time. If it happened again, he felt he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Any other passionate young man would have eagerly agreed to Ye Qingxian’s offer. But Wu Tian, though he looked to be in his prime, had a heart that had weathered countless storms. It was already as serene and calm as an old man’s, unlikely to be stirred again.

"You..." Just when she thought she could finally communicate normally with him, he had to give a reply like that. Ye Qingxian wanted to tear her hair out. So many men begged to treat her to a meal and she refused them all, yet this guy... she offers to treat him, and he makes all sorts of excuses, as if she were some hideous monster!

"Am I really not pretty?" Ye Qingxian suddenly asked.

"Honestly, I think my taste might be poor, so don’t ask me," was Wu Tian’s reply.

"I don’t care if you’re pretty or not," the little one added. "All that matters is that I’ll be prettier than you when I grow up!"

With that, Wu Tian turned and left, carrying the little one.

"You two..." Ye Qingxian stomped her foot in frustration. Like father, like daughter, indeed! Both of them are so infuriating!

「Liquor Tree」

"No, don’t hit me anymore!" The Assassin was still being beaten by the crowd of Servants, each one landing a punch or a kick. He had been beaten into a pitiful, ragged mess and was now on his last breath.

Rui’er had run away long ago. She didn’t do anything, not even seek help, for fear of getting herself involved.

"Oh dear, what on earth happened here? I was only gone for a year, and the place has turned into such chaos?" At that moment, a drunk middle-aged man staggered in, his face flushed with alcohol, seeming ready to fall over at any moment.

Very few people knew his identity. The Servants here, as well as those from other places, all called him "Big Boss."

"Big Boss, it’s like this..." the Head Servant whispered, recounting the incident to the drunkard.

If Wu Tian had been there, he would have been surprised. The Head Servant had a good idea of who had switched the wine with horse urine; he was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

"So that’s how it is... Interesting. Very interesting." The drunkard nodded and suddenly turned to look at the Assassin. "Just beating you up isn’t enough, huh? You actually thought you could stir up trouble on my turf?"

The Assassin didn’t know who this drunkard was, but he was terrified. The man stood right in front of him, yet it felt as if no one was there at all. This terrifying feeling of being one with the world made him tremble. He stammered, "I... I was wrong... Please..."

But before he could finish his sentence, the drunkard kicked out.

BOOM!

The deceptively light kick contained enough power to overturn Qiankun itself. With that one blow, the Assassin was reduced to ash.

"I’m so sleepy. I was outside and found another fine wine. After tasting it, I feel like... I’m about to pass out."

A moment ago, the drunkard had been tipsy, but suddenly his tone turned as cold as ice. "That wine the young man mentioned... I’m very interested. As a wine lover, there’s nothing I treasure more than a fine vintage. Keep an eye on him for me. Understand?"

As he spoke, a violent aura surged through the space, sending a chill down everyone’s spine.

"Yes, Big Boss," the Servants hurriedly replied.

"Alright, alright. I’ve given you your tasks, and now I should go to sleep. So sleepy... such good wine... truly fine wine... This time, I’ll sleep for about a year. Wake me then."

With these words, the drunkard disappeared into thin air.

「The Next Day」

Wu Tian got up, planning to take the little one to the Artifact Domain to attend Master Luo Tian’s birthday banquet. But the little one refused.

"Dad, as the President of the Xiuyuan Realm’s Array Masters’ Association, I have to go."

"I know," Wu Tian nodded.

"This is my duty. Dad, please just let me go alone. A fledgling has to learn to fly on its own eventually."

The little one made it clear that she wanted to attend the banquet by herself, leaving Wu Tian dumbfounded. Seriously? You’re only four years old! Is it really okay for you to learn to ’fly’ so soon?

Wu Tian decided to refuse, but the little one just started crying. In the end, he compromised. A father is always helpless when faced with his precious daughter.

The little one beamed with joy, took the Gold Coins Wu Tian gave her, and headed out the door. She then hired a monster-drawn carriage to take her to the Artifact Domain. The coachman stared at her, stunned. Whose child is this? How can she be traveling all by herself? But for the sake of the Gold Coins, the coachman complied.

Six hours later, they arrived at the entrance of Master Luo Tian’s residence in the Artifact Domain, and the little one alighted from the carriage.

The atmosphere outside the Luo Mansion was festive, with a steady stream of people coming and going. Security was tight, with numerous Martial Artists on patrol. After all, a banquet for someone of Master Luo Tian’s status was no ordinary event.

The little one walked up, earning a baffled look from the gatekeeper. "Little one, where are your parents?"

The little one stood at attention, her expression perfectly serious. Under the astonished gazes of the surrounding adults, she declared, "I am the President of the Xiuyuan Realm’s Array Masters’ Association!"

No way! Is this child joking with us?