Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: 182

"What are you doing here?" Master Zhan and the owner of the Convenient Workshop were at their wit’s end. Faced with the chefs from the Imperial Kitchen, they had no idea what to do.

Seeing that the waitress wasn’t outside calming the customers but had instead brought people in, they couldn’t help but ask.

"Boss, Master Zhan, I brought them here hoping they could help you," the waitress said, stepping forward with a worried look on her face.

The Convenient Workshop had become a second home to her. How could she not be deeply concerned now that her home was in trouble?

"You need to leave now. Take the customers with you and don’t get them involved," Master Zhan said sternly, waving his hand. He then looked at Wu Tian and the little girl apologetically. "My respected guests, I am terribly sorry. You came to taste my roast duck, but today you’ve been disappointed. It is all my fault."

Master Zhan had always adhered to one philosophy: The customer is God! This principle of his had never changed over the years.

Master Zhan’s attitude made Wu Tian’s eyes light up. He was surprised to find someone with such principles still existed in the city. A truly rare sight.

"Master Zhan, Boss, these two guests are no ordinary people. They also come from Jianghu sects," the waitress said.

"Really?" The owner’s eyes lit up. If that was the case, they might have a chance against the Imperial Kitchen.

"No, absolutely not." Master Zhan waved his hand dismissively. This was his family’s private matter. If he were to ask customers for help, it could lead to a duel between two major Jianghu sects. There would inevitably be injuries and deaths. How could I bear such a thing on my conscience?

"What Jianghu sect?"

"That’s right, tell us! Which one?"

"The Imperial Kitchen is on good terms with every Jianghu sect there is."

The people from the Imperial Kitchen were standing nearby. Hearing that someone from a Jianghu sect wanted to help Master Zhan, they all grew indignant. Their Imperial Kitchen was considered a Jianghu sect, but their martial skills were lacking. So, how had they survived for so long? It was because of their culinary arts. Disciples of the Imperial Kitchen were sent to cook for all the other Jianghu sects. As a result, every Jianghu sect, including the Five Surnames and Seven Families, had to give the Imperial Kitchen some face.

"That would be me." The little girl planted a hand on her hip and strode forward with a swagger, but her childish voice undermined her attempt to project the authority of a powerful leader. "I am the Wudang Sect Leader. Give me some face and let’s just drop this whole matter."

The men from the Imperial Kitchen burst into laughter. They had heard rumors that Wudang’s new Sect Leader was a child, but they hadn’t expected it to be true.

Zhang Xiguan, the man in charge of the Imperial Kitchen, also smiled. He had thought some formidable expert had come to help Master Zhan, but it was just a little brat.

Wudang, you truly have fallen!

Of course, Zhang Xiguan knew that even a Wudang in decline was stronger than their Imperial Kitchen. That was why he, Zhang Xiguan, had brought reinforcements of his own today.

"Amitabha!" A man stepped out from behind Zhang Xiguan. He was clad in a yellow kasaya, and at a glance, he seemed to possess the Dao fruits of an Arhat, looking like a wrathful Vajrapani.

In ancient times, Shaolin and Wudang were the Mount Tai and Big Dipper of the Jianghu sects. Unfortunately, after Zhang Sanfeng, Wudang declined with each generation. Shaolin, however, was different; it remained the foremost of the Jianghu sects.

The man who had come this time was none other than Yong Dong, the Head Seat of Shaolin’s Arhat Hall.

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