Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: The Little Divine Beast

This was the first time the Nine Dragon Ring had stirred since Wu Tian returned to the city. He handed the little one to Qin Yuhan and left the kitchen.

"What’s gotten into him?" Xia Yumeng wondered aloud.

"Who knows." Qin Yuhan shook her head, indicating she had no idea.

Wu Tian returned to his room and shut the door. He extended a finger, injecting his Spiritual Power into the Nine Dragon Ring. Finally, an egg emerged from the ring and appeared before him.

CRACK.

The eggshell split open.

"AWOOF..."

A sound like a puppy’s bark echoed out, but it was far more robust and powerful, a sound in a league of its own. A small creature crawled out of the egg. It was tiny yet agile, and it dashed toward Wu Tian the moment it emerged.

Wu Tian remained calm, standing perfectly still.

The small creature leaped onto his shoulder, then extended its tongue and affectionately licked his neck.

Wu Tian saw that it was about the size of a pet bulldog. At a casual glance, one might mistake it for one. Upon closer inspection, however, one would notice its head resembled that of a lion. A small bump on its forehead hinted at horns, and its eyes, unlike a dog’s, were more like those of a tiger.

Wu Tian recognized it at once. It was a Little Kirin.

Unfortunately, it had yet to mature, so the abilities of the Qilin Clan were not yet apparent. Its current combat strength was only on par with that of a Tibetan Mastiff.

"AWOOF..." Seeing that Wu Tian was ignoring it, the Little Kirin looked aggrieved and began to nuzzle affectionately against his neck.

Wu Tian snapped back to his senses.

"You have to be obedient, understand?" he said.

The Little Kirin widened its eyes and nodded, seeming to understand.

"Get down," Wu Tian instructed.

The Little Kirin immediately hopped down from Wu Tian’s shoulder, landing in front of him.

"Raise your paw," Wu Tian commanded.

The Little Kirin nodded and lifted its left paw. It then fixed its big eyes on Wu Tian, as if seeking praise.

"Hm, well done," Wu Tian nodded.

Delighted, the Little Kirin began to roll around on the ground like a ball.

The Nine Dragon Ring was a relic left behind by a legendary figure from the Immortal Emperor Realm known as the Creation Martial Emperor. Wu Tian had no idea how many eggs were inside the ring, but there was no doubt that each one hatched into a one-of-a-kind Divine Beast.

Just as Wu Tian was pondering how to handle the Little Kirin, the little one began shouting from outside the room in a muffled, urgent voice, "Climby! Climby!"

Her voice was frantic. It seemed not seeing Wu Tian had frightened her, making her fear that the Climby she had just found had disappeared again.

"I’m coming, I’m coming! I’m right here!" Hearing the fear in the little one’s voice, Wu Tian forgot all about the Little Kirin. He opened the door and walked toward the living room.

"Climby, hug!"

Growing discontented, the little one was wriggling in Qin Yuhan’s arms. Seeing Wu Tian, she stretched out her hands, demanding a hug and threatening to cry if he didn’t comply.

"Alright, come here, let’s hug." Wu Tian smiled, took the little one from Qin Yuhan’s embrace, and lifted her high into the air several times until she started to giggle again.

Meanwhile, Qin Yuhan looked completely baffled. Does my daughter really not love her mommy anymore?

She had no idea what her daughter was thinking. I can hug Mommy any day. If I don’t hold on to Climby now, what if he disappears again?

"Did you like the rice porridge Climby made earlier?" Wu Tian asked.

But the little one ignored him. Her adorable, black pearl-like eyes were fixated on Wu Tian’s room, as if she sensed something inside.

After a moment, she suddenly exclaimed, "Ooh, what a cute doggy!"

Oh no, a monster!

That’s my daughter, alright. So young and already chasing a Kirin, Wu Tian thought, amused. But the Little Kirin was a Divine Beast, after all; its hide was so thick that ordinary weapons couldn’t even scratch it. His daughter, however, was a different story. What if she scraped her skin crawling on the floor?

The Little Kirin felt a pang of gloom. Am I a dog?

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