"Am I the head of the family?"
Wu Tian hadn’t expected Kong Zhiyuan to seek him out and ask such a question. He smiled. "Of course, you are."
"Then can you refute what your mother and your wife say?" Kong Zhiyuan saw a glimmer of hope and pressed on eagerly.
Wu Tian’s Spiritual Sense had already informed him why Kong Zhiyuan had just gone to see Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan. He chuckled. "I can’t!"
A standard response should be, "Of course, I can!" If you can’t, how can you still be the head of the family? Kong Zhiyuan was completely taken aback by Wu Tian’s answer.
Wu Tian sighed. "Principal Kong, you need to understand something. What is the most powerful thing in this world? It isn’t knowledge, but power!"
Kong Zhiyuan’s expression soured. As an intellectual, he had always firmly believed that knowledge could change everything, so he fundamentally disagreed with Wu Tian’s statement.
His face livid, Kong Zhiyuan retorted, "How strong can a person truly become? Knowledge is superior. If the little one studies with me, I guarantee she’ll be a celebrity by her twenties. Every word she says will become a famous quote!"
Wu Tian’s calm eyes suddenly widened—a rare sight for anyone to witness. What if the little one becomes a celebrity and her words turn into famous quotes? My first feeling isn’t joy. It’s fear. If her words became famous sayings passed down for generations... the influence would be immense! A disaster for millennia!
Wu Tian refused. "I think we should forget about it!"
Kong Zhiyuan still wanted to argue that knowledge was invincible, that it changed destinies, that it was the ultimate, supreme force.
"Power is everything," Wu Tian stated firmly.
They had initially sent the little one to school simply to prevent her from becoming illiterate. But her talent was truly exceptional, and she had learned a great deal in a short time.
Wu Tian thought for a moment. "I think we should let her take the high school entrance exam. Let’s see how she does."
Kong Zhiyuan nodded.
"Alright, I’ll take you back," Wu Tian said.
Kong Zhiyuan was startled. Remembering the BMWs, Mercedes, and Audis parked at Wu Tian’s house, he laughed. "Which car will you be using?"
A car? Wu Tian smiled back. "No, I won’t be using a car to take you back."
Not using a car? Is he going to walk back with me? That’s too far. I’m an old man... I can’t walk that far.
Just as Kong Zhiyuan was about to speak, Wu Tian suddenly reached out, grabbed him, muttered something, and flung him away. He tossed him precisely onto a Teleportation Formation that sent him straight back to his school. It was a formation the little one had designed herself after studying Wu Tian’s, though it was a bit rough around the edges. He would materialize two meters above the school grounds and then drop. Wu Tian had calculated it; Kong Zhiyuan would be unharmed, but it would give him quite a scare.
Meanwhile, Yin Fengxue and the others had bought homes near Wu Tian. The houses had been occupied, but Yin Fengxue and his group had money. With money, you can sometimes do things others wouldn’t even dare to dream of.
The past few days had been leisurely and lazy for Wu Tian. Yin Fengxue and the others would occasionally come over to discuss matters of practice. Of course, they spoke of Cultivation, which Wu Tian didn’t fully understand, but he could still offer insightful analogies. The little one, listening on the side, would also chime in with surprisingly profound ideas. Yin Fengxue, Liu Tianji, and the others were constantly astounded. What kind of monstrous father produces such a monstrous daughter?
But they had indeed benefited greatly from the discussions. What frustrated them, however, was that their lord seemed to be a terrible braggart.
Once, while discussing the legendary kitchenware, they marveled that it must have been left behind by an Immortal. If they could just obtain it, perhaps they could find a trail leading to the Immortals themselves. But then they heard what their Lord Wu Tian had to say: "Those are just pots and pans. They have nothing to do with Immortals. Besides, so what if Immortals exist? They’re really nothing special."
Who could it be? Who is so eager to die?
The Peach Blossom Sauce... was actually stolen?
"Let me tell you, that was a delusion worthy of the pigs you are!
"Now all of you get out there and search! You must find that Peach Blossom Sauce for me. Otherwise, when that divine being gets angry, none of you will live to see another day!"
Now, his foul mood persisting, Lv Hengliang continued to berate the Immortal Seekers, his eyes bloodshot with rage. The sauce had been snatched right from under their noses, and he knew the terrible consequences this would have for Lv’s Annals of Spring and Autumn.
First, the reputation of Lv’s Annals of Spring and Autumn might be ruined. For a tavern, for merchants, to operate without credibility... their future would be finished. Second, countless Immortal Seekers were heading this way, all for the Peach Blossom Sauce. When the time came and they couldn’t produce it, how could Lv’s Annals of Spring and Autumn possibly withstand the wrath of all those powerful forces and individuals?
What do I do? It’s over! Lv’s Annals of Spring and Autumn is finished!
Lv Hengliang had considered keeping the news under wraps, but he knew the truth would eventually come out.
"What? The Peach Blossom Sauce was stolen? Does that mean we can’t use it to find the legendary kitchenware and the trail of the Immortals?"
"Heavens, what in the world are the people at Lv’s Annals of Spring and Autumn doing? It was stolen? How could they not catch the thieves?"
"I actually have some news about that!" In any crowd, there are always one or two people with inside information.
"What is it?" At moments like this, everyone else would hang on their every word.
"The thieves escaped using a Daoist Magic technique that combined Ghost Valley escape arts and Cultivation methods! That’s why they couldn’t be caught!"

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