Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 652: Chapter 655 Jin Chanzi [First update, please subscribe]

Rui’er was only eight years old. She had no idea that some things required prior investigation. Seeing Wu Tian holding a girl in his arms, and since Si’er was also a girl, a bold idea formed in Rui’er’s mind.

Her greatest idols were female heroes—those who had shown daring beyond their peers from a young age. So, she believed she could do the same. All she needed was the courage to take that first step.

Now, she looked at Wu Tian and said, "Please help me. I want to become strong, too. I’ll agree to anything you ask, including my... my everything."

Qin Yuhan, Master Li the Fortune Teller, and the others felt as if thunder was roaring in their heads.

Rui’er, meanwhile, awaited Wu Tian’s answer, hoping he would agree to her request.

However, Wu Tian’s response chilled her to the bone.

"Do you think I’m that kind of person?" Wu Tian scoffed. He hadn’t expected an eight-year-old girl to already know that to gain an advantage, she had to be willing to give up everything—even her body.

Is this the decay of conscience, the collapse of morality, or the distortion of humanity?

Stunned by Wu Tian’s words, Rui’er faltered, "You... you mean..."

"Go back," Wu Tian said indifferently, leading the others away. He left her with one final remark. "You’re young, so I’ll spare you this time. In the future, don’t appear before me again."

Not until Wu Tian and his companions had vanished from sight did the eight-year-old girl finally come to her senses. She was deeply disappointed; she had truly wanted to have a miraculous encounter like Si’er’s—to go from being the princess of a mere One-Star Power to the queen of a Three-Star Power.

But Wu Tian wouldn’t help her, and her expression once again turned dejected.

She walked back to her parents.

Her royal father and mother were still unaware of what had happened, merely sighing in admiration. "Queen Si’er is truly blessed with great fortune."

"Yes, she’s nothing like our daughter."

They didn’t notice that their words had caused a venomous resentment—one unbecoming of her age—to flicker in their eight-year-old daughter’s eyes.

She didn’t dare hate Wu Tian, but she hated Si’er.

Why is your fate so much better than mine? How am I inferior to you in looks or background?

Wu Tian settled down for the time being in a clean loft within the Imperial Palace.

Yang Ziwei and Master Li the Fortune Teller were with him the whole time.

Yang Ziwei explained that his superiors had sent people, and he hoped Wu Tian would assist him.

"Don’t worry. When I promise something, I see it through," Wu Tian reassured him.

"Good, good, good!" Yang Ziwei exclaimed, both joyful and relieved. "If you succeed in repelling the people sent by my rival, the position of guild leader will be yours." If Wu Tian were to join his branch guild, its performance might just surpass many other branches and draw a great deal of attention!

"Master Li the Fortune Teller," Wu Tian began, glancing at the man. From his features alone, Wu Tian could discern a great deal. "You came to me for more than just advice on a few issues. I suspect there’s something else you wish to ask of me, correct?"

Master Li was astonished, silently marveling at Mr. Wu Tian’s skill in Physiognomy. He quickly took out a piece of paper and said, "This is a portrait of someone’s face. Please take a look, sir."

Wu Tian glanced at it. The paper depicted a woman with a beautiful and tender face.

"Sir, this is a friend of mine," Master Li explained, clasping his hands respectfully. "When she was born, colorful auspicious clouds surrounded the Royal Palace. As a child, she had no interest in wealth or glory, preferring Cultivation and the pursuit of the Dao. She spent her days leading palace attendants in chanting sutras and performing penance. Later, her father tried to find her a husband, but every man he chose would die. I’ve studied her features, but I can’t find anything unusual. Sir, I beg you to enlighten me."

Gazing at the woman’s portrait, Wu Tian thought she looked kind and benevolent. However, he couldn’t discern anything from her facial features alone.

"There are some people whose fate has nothing to do with their physiognomy," Wu Tian murmured, an idea occurring to him. "Some things are simply preordained by the heavens. Those destined to be solitary for all time will be just that!"

"Do you mean heaven intends for her to be alone her whole life? That she’s fated to be a widow-maker?" Master Li frowned deeply, his eyes filled with despair.

Wu Tian could tell that Master Li and this friend of his shared a very deep bond.

"Heaven’s will..." Master Li couldn’t help but repeat the words.

Wu Tian nodded.

He recalled a certain saying:

Do not rejoice!

Do not think just because you’re called Ancestor,

That ten thousand years will bend to your desire!

In the next life,

Ignore who is called Great Ancestor,

Do not gamble,

For the will of Heaven is supreme!!!

Suddenly, within his Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House, Wu Tian sensed three words appear on the Investiture of the Gods: "Li Xuanji."

Wu Tian was startled. Could this Li Xuanji be Master Li the Fortune Teller? Then, on the Investiture of the Gods, information about Li Xuanji appeared one by one.

Suitable Cultivation Technique: Tightening Spell!

Suitable Supreme Treasures: Nine-Rites Zen Staff, Brocade Kasaya, Purple Gold Alms Bowl, and the Golden Hoop!

When his Spiritual Sense read this far, Wu Tian couldn’t look anymore. How could this Li Xuanji, a Fortune Teller, be best suited for the Buddhist Sect? Fortune Tellers strictly belong to the Daoist path!

"Mr. Wu Tian?" Master Li asked, noticing his strange expression. "Is something wrong?"

Wu Tian came to his senses. Looking at Li Xuanji, he simply couldn’t fathom how this man could be suited for the inheritance of Tang Sanzang.

At that thought, Wu Tian once again activated his Eyes of Golden Flame. Instantly, Master Li felt as if he had been seen through completely, and his heart quivered.

Wu Tian’s Eyes of Golden Flame discovered that Master Li was actually of the Monster Race. His true form was a golden cicada! His body was 40 to 48 millimeters long with a wingspan of 125 millimeters. It was entirely black, with a metallic sheen on its back.

"What is it?" Master Li asked, feeling an inexplicable sense of alarm under Wu Tian’s gaze.

"It’s nothing," Wu Tian said, shaking his head. If Master Li is the Golden Cicada, then who is the woman in the portrait?

He simply said, "When you have time, bring your friend to me. I’ll see for myself why she is so fatal to her husbands."

"This..." Master Li was stunned for a moment, his expression turning strange. That friend was too far away, and besides, her identity was...

"That’s your problem to solve," Wu Tian said with a faint smile.

"This..." Master Li was taken aback, feeling a subtle yet overbearing aura emanating from Wu Tian. It was so oppressive that he felt as if he were facing a Divine King. Finally, he lowered his head. "Yes."

He responded like a subject answering a supreme Divine King.

Master Li asked a few more questions before taking his leave.

Wu Tian exhaled, his curiosity about the identity of Master Li’s friend piqued.

What kind of person would be so fated to doom every husband she has?

「At this moment, in the Heavenly King Domain—no, it should be called the Xiuyuan Realm.」

Atop a green mountain was a valley filled with a murderous aura. Inside, several tigers, each dozens of meters tall, lay coiled. In front of them lay a pale figure—it was none other than Black Tiger.

He was covered in a cold sweat, severely injured and unconscious. But even so, driven by obsession, he was muttering hatefully in a low voice, "Wu Tian... Wu Tian... Wu Tian!"