Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 256

Chapter 256: Chapter 257: The Young Lord

The more Murong Ziqi spoke, the stranger he found the expressions on the faces of Zhao Zetian and her companions. Finally, he stopped. "Do you find something amusing? What is so funny?"

The pressure of his Innate aura surged forth, forcing Zhao Zetian and the others to straighten their expressions.

"Didn’t you just say you look to your teacher as if he were your own father?" Mouse Tooth chuckled. "Mr. Wu Tian is so young, yet you wish to be his son. How could we not laugh?"

Zhao Zetian and the others nodded in agreement; that was precisely why they had been looking at Murong Ziqi so strangely.

"What? You’re also here for Wu Tian?" Murong Ziqi couldn’t help but exclaim, his shout drawing the attention of Murong Yezi, Murong Guangfu, and the others nearby.

Murong Ziqi felt as if he had turned to stone, frozen to the spot.

Murong Guangfu felt as if his head had struck a massive rock, leaving him completely dazed. The other Murong disciples were equally dumbfounded.

Wudang Mountain, the Imperial Kitchen, the Zhao Family from Hong Kong, the tomb-raiding commanders... these names might not be famous in the business world, but in the Jianghu, their current reputations surpassed even that of the Murong Family. And they were all here because of Wu Tian? What merit or ability could he possibly possess?

Even Murong Dawei couldn’t understand it. He knew Wu Tian was a descendant of a Prime Minister, but he still couldn’t make sense of this situation. A Prime Minister should have no connection with the sects of the Jianghu. So why had these sect disciples come here for Wu Tian?

Seeing that Murong Ziqi was dumbstruck, Mouse Tooth, Zhao Zetian, and the others couldn’t be bothered with him and simply walked over to Wu Tian’s side.

Upon arriving, they immediately sought out Murong Yezi. "You must be our honored hostess," they said respectfully. "Happy birthday!"

This idea had come from Zhao Zetian. They all knew that to follow Wu Tian, they had to appeal to his tastes. Sometimes, showing respect to those around him pleased him more than direct reverence.

The people from Wudang said in unison, "Happy birthday!"

The power of so many voices speaking as one, brimming with internal energy, made the atmosphere feel even more festive to Murong Yezi.

The Murong disciples, however, were utterly overwhelmed. They felt foolish for ever having coveted the Qin Corporation. How foolish? Looking at the current lineup, it was clear the Murong Family wouldn’t be swallowing the Qin Corporation. Instead, the Murong Family was about to be swallowed by it.

Many Murong disciples were already thinking of leaving Yang City. Others were simply grateful to still be alive.

Murong Zhongzheng was overjoyed. Seeing his daughter now surrounded by such powerful figures, he trembled with excitement.

Murong Guangfu, on the other hand, felt as if he’d been struck by lightning and nearly fainted. He simply couldn’t understand how these people had become acquainted with Wu Tian and Murong Yezi.

Never mind him; even Murong Yezi herself was baffled amidst her great joy.

"Excuse me," Murong Yezi began, "why have you all come to my birthday party?"

Murong Guangfu and Murong Ziqi held their breath, waiting to hear what the disciples from the Jianghu sects would say. This was the question they all wanted answered.

The Wudang disciples, the Zhao sisters, and the youths of the Huang Family then walked before the little one. Under the confused gazes of Murong Yezi, Qin Yuhan, and the others, they knelt on one knee. "Greetings, our Liege!"

"Liege?"

But it wasn’t long before she couldn’t keep it up. "Alright, you can all get up now. You already know I’m the boss, so why make me act so serious? Don’t you know being serious is exhausting?"

The Zhao sisters and the others rose to their feet.

"What’s so special about this kid?"

"I can’t see it either."

The Murong disciples were about to tear their hair out in frustration. They had been raised under the Murong Family’s brutal educational methods, yet their achievements were limited. In contrast, this little girl was already the Liege of Wudang, the Huang Family, and the Zhao Family. Comparing oneself to others was truly infuriating.

The Murong disciples found they couldn’t even measure up to a child. They were dejected, yet desperate to find an answer. In truth, the only one in the Murong Family whose achievements could be compared to the little one’s was Murong Ziqi.

Murong Ziqi, however, didn’t step forward to say anything. He refused to compare himself to a child; doing so would make him feel cheap.

What in the world is going on with Wu Tian’s family? Murong Ziqi couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard he thought.

Just then, Murong Guangfu walked up to Murong Ziqi and whispered, "Son, I think we should get out of Yang City, and fast. No need to say goodbye. We just leave quietly. Right now."

Money was important, but to Murong Guangfu, his life was more so. He had already seen how extraordinary Wu Tian’s family was. Setting fire to a Qin Corporation subsidiary had been Murong Ziqi’s idea, but Murong Guangfu had approved it. If they didn’t leave now, Murong Guangfu feared that once the truth came out, they wouldn’t be able to escape.

But Murong Ziqi, who had just been ready to leave, now shook his head. "Dad, have you forgotten? You said I could suppress any enemy. I am one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. There’s no one here who can beat me. Yes, I’d have some reservations if they all ganged up on me, but if I want to leave—even taking you with me—no one can stop us. Therefore, if we stay, we might still have a chance to seize the Qin Corporation. Even if Cui Chong and the others find out later, once it’s a fait accompli, I’ll just ask my master to step in. The Qin Corporation will still be mine."