Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 238

"Ah!" A shoe print was stamped right onto Murong Dawei's melon-seed face, and he yelped in pain. Only then did Wu Tian lower his foot. That was just a light tap. If he had gotten any more out of line, I would have taken his worthless life.

Murong Ziqi stopped in his tracks but didn't turn back. He didn't think these minor squabbles were worth his intervention; it was just his brothers roughhousing.

The Murong Family's policy was to let disputes among brothers run their course, because only the one who emerged victorious was considered a true expert.

Murong Dawei crouched on the ground in pain, unable to speak. The other family disciples didn't get angry. Instead, they just watched the scene with sneers.

"Dawei, you really are useless."

"Yeah, what a piece of trash."

"Cousin Wu Tian, I didn't expect you to be so formidable."

This was the nature of the Murong disciples. Murong Dawei didn't dare to utter a word.

"Wu Tian, it seems you have some foundation in Martial Skills. Why not come and learn the martial arts of our Murong Family? We are proficient in ten martial disciplines: saber, spear, sword, halberd, staff, fist, palm, leg, claw, and finger techniques. We have a Secret Scroll for every one of them."

"That's right, Cousin Wu Tian! Which style would you like to learn?"

"Cousin Wu Tian, there's one more thing you should remember. Since you're now considered a Murong disciple, you can only study one type of Martial Skill. Apart from Big Brother Ziqi, anyone else would just be biting off more than they can chew."

The Murong disciples spoke of their family's many martial arts with faces full of pride.

Murong Ziqi was the same. He was compared to the most outstanding figures in the Murong Family's history because he was only the second person to have mastered all ten of its martial disciplines. The first to do so in the family's history had become the most famous expert in the South.

If Wu Tian were to learn the Murong Family's martial arts, he would be implicitly indebted to them. In the future, if they asked him for help with strategies and plans, how could he possibly refuse? This was the Murong Family's scheme.

"Hmph, my dad wouldn't even want to learn your Martial Skills. Don't think you're all that great. With one punch from my dad, the Murong Family would be history," the little girl retorted, displeased.

"Little one, you're mistaken. Your dad might be very strong, but he's just a man from the city. What good Martial Skills could he possibly learn? Even if he has a good constitution, he could only become a true master here at our Murong Manor," a Murong disciple said, unable to get angry with the child and merely chuckling.

Though they couldn't scold the little girl, they still had to reason with her and make sure they won the argument. Whether dealing with the old or the young, they wouldn't yield a single step. If they lost, they would be looked down upon by their own family.

The little girl said Wu Tian was formidable, but the Murong disciples didn't believe it for a second. To them, Wu Tian was just some city dweller who ran a martial arts dojo, possessing nothing more than rudimentary skills. True skills were only possessed by the sects of the Jianghu, the Five Surnames and Seven Families, and a few declining aristocratic families. How could this Wu Tian possibly have what it takes to learn their true teachings?

"You're too arrogant. You're a lost cause," the little girl said, shaking her head in disappointment.

In the little girl's eyes, these elders were nothing special; she could probably beat them herself. Yet they were so full of themselves. One day, when they met someone truly formidable, it would be a classic case of "if you don't court death, you won't die."

"We're arrogant?"

"Little sister, you're wrong again. This is confidence."

"That's right."

"Arrogance without strength is just arrogance. But arrogance backed by strength is confidence. Understand?"

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