Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 316

Wu Tian sat quietly to the side, seeing Cui Tian's worries. Everything is bound by fate! Since Cui Tian works for me, this is his destiny—a grand opportunity. Unfortunately, he is still unaware of it.

Suddenly, Wu Tian made his move, slowly extending a finger. Though it moved slowly, space seemed to freeze at that moment. Cui Tian felt he could not dodge it at all; it was like the finger of a god—unavoidable and inescapable.

Just like that, Wu Tian's finger touched Cui Tian's forehead. Cui Tian did not know what Wu Tian intended to do, but the next moment, his pupils widened in shock. He felt a wisp of energy enter his body, refining his flesh and strengthening his Inner Strength. The benefits were equivalent to ten years of arduous cultivation.

After the touch, Wu Tian withdrew his finger.

"Is this... Sweet Dew Baptism?" Cui Tian looked at Wu Tian, his eyes shining brightly. "I feel only Sweet Dew Baptism could have such an effect, but Mr. Wu Tian, you don't seem tired at all."

"You're overthinking it. This isn't Sweet Dew Baptism," Wu Tian shrugged, speaking indifferently.

Sweet Dew Baptism is when one person transfers their power to another, harming themselves in the process, like how Wuyazi transmitted his power to Xuzhu, or how Gu Santong passed his to Cheng Shifei. But my finger was different. I drew in Spiritual Energy from the surrounding space and channeled it into his body, opening up his governor and conception vessels, as well as the extraordinary meridians. This means if I wanted to, I could create an invincible army of Acquired experts, perhaps even one approaching the Half-step Innate level.

Cui Tian's respect for Wu Tian grew even deeper. He knew Wu Tian was heading to Mount Yunmeng, and of course, the event on everyone's lips there lately was the swordsmanship tournament.

"Mr. Wu Tian, to attend the swordsmanship tournament, you need to carry a sword," he said fawningly. "With your immortal-like bearing, you truly need an excellent sword. I have one that I commissioned from a renowned craftsman a few years ago..."

Wu Tian shook his head and extended his palm. A moment ago it had been empty, but now it held a sword: the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss.

This feat is incredible! It's something the Seven Saints of Dragon Country could never achieve. Only a true Immortal could do this. In my eyes, Wu Tian is a god.

Before evening, Cui Tian used all his means to entertain Wu Tian and the little one. While Wu Tian was indifferent, the little one giggled with delight at the many toys Cui Tian had procured. By evening, Chen Meiling, one of the tournament judges, had already departed, with Wang Renjie following her.

Carrying his own sword, Cui Tian also set out with Wu Tian.

The swordsmanship tournament was being held on Mount Yunmeng. To Wu Tian, the past few days had been somewhat dull, but this day promised to be entertaining.

Just as Wu Tian and Cui Tian were about to start their ascent, someone suddenly called out, "You, the young man holding the baby! Stop right there!"

"Yes, stop right there!"

It was two old men climbing the mountain, one wearing a peculiar black Zhongshan suit and the other a white one. They also carried swords, one in a black sheath and the other in a white one.

As the two elders ascended, Cui Tian was the first to turn and look. He sensed a profound solitude in them—the kind that comes from having defeated all adversaries in the world. They seemed completely out of place with their surroundings, as if only the two of them existed in the vastness of the world.

The path was now empty. Most people attending the swordsmanship tournament had already gone up. Very few, like Wu Tian and Cui Tian, were taking their time, strolling slowly and enjoying the scenery.

"You… you're the Black and White Swords of Sky-Scraping Ridge?" Cui Tian recognized them, his face paling in shock.

Wu Tian did not know who they were, and the little guy in his arms also exclaimed, "Who are they?"

Cui Tian explained in a tense whisper, "They belonged to the previous generation of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. The current Sword Emperor only became number one after they retired. In the Jianghu, they are known as the Black and White Swords. The Black Sword's name is Black Iron Blade, and the White Sword is White Control Crane. They've always remained on Sky-Scraping Ridge. It must be their obsession with swords that drew them here for the tournament; they simply couldn't resist."

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