Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 The Baby Without a Home

Qin Yuhan suddenly felt a strange pang in her heart. Seeing Wu Tian being criticized by others made her feel sad and angry.

As Nalan Feng watched everyone bombard Wu Tian with comments, his eyes flashed with amusement. Now you should understand the consequences of making an enemy of me, Nalan Feng, right? But how could he ever understand Wu Tian? Faced with the crowd’s gossip, Wu Tian’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes reflecting only disappointment in them all.

How can a sparrow comprehend the ambition of a great swan? How could an ant possibly understand my power?

However, Wu Tian couldn’t be bothered to argue with ants. He could read faces, and from their features, he could tell that none of these people would have an easy life in a year or two. Why should I bother with a bunch of unlucky sods?

The Qin Corporation will face a disaster in a year. I’ll take this opportunity to let the Qin Family be shattered and then reborn, purging the impurities.

Wu Tian pondered this, his gaze turning once again to Qin Shanfeng. In Wu Tian’s eyes, Yuhan’s grandfather was a good man. Unfortunately, Wu Tian could also see that Qin Shanfeng was fated to be angered to death by his second son and his family.

Since you’ve treated me well and are very good to Yuhan, your life is mine to protect. Even if King Yan wants to take it, he’ll have to ask my permission first, Wu Tian thought with arrogance.

Life and death—this was a hurdle that not even the ancient emperors could overcome. It was the incurable disease of all living things.

But things were different in the Immortal Emperor Realm. There, Wu Tian could casually grant someone a hundred years of life or a thousand-year lifespan.

Unfortunately, my strength has not yet been restored. To help someone cross the Life and Death Profound Barrier, I must rely on elixirs. It seems I need to find a suitable medicine cauldron. I can only hope this mortal city has a good one. Otherwise, if the cauldron is of poor quality, the medicinal properties of the elixirs will be difficult to control.

Wu Tian swept his gaze over the crowd once more. The faces of all present entered his vision, and their fates—their very lives and deaths—became clear to him.

As Wu Tian scanned the crowd, Qin Shanfeng and Qin Zhengyang were also sizing him up. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw he wasn’t angry. But as they studied his expression, a sudden doubt crept into their minds. They didn’t know what he was looking at, but when his gaze fell upon them, they felt a sudden, bone-deep chill, as if Wu Tian could see some bizarre existence invisible to everyone else.

After the meal, Qin Shanfeng affectionately patted Wu Tian’s shoulder and told him to live a good life with Qin Yuhan. He then departed, with Qin Zhengyang seeing him off. As for the other relatives, Qin Shanfeng couldn’t be bothered to spare them another glance. Anger simmered in his heart. You have what you have today, but have you ever thought about who you have to thank for it? Do you feel any gratitude at all? The relatives also felt a wave of awkwardness and could only take their leave one by one.

Naturally, Nalan Feng had to leave as well. As he passed Wu Tian, he smirked and said, "When a dragon is stranded in shallow waters, it might seem no more capable than a shrimp. But a dragon is still a dragon, and a shrimp is a shrimp. The day will come when that difference is clear."

"You’re right," Wu Tian nodded.

"You almost stole my spotlight today," Nalan Feng said, his tone turning frigid. "But so what? Acting mighty in a small pond means nothing. In the real world, you’re completely useless."

With that, Nalan departed. Qin Zhengxin, his wife, and Qin Yujie hurriedly followed after him like fawning lapdogs.

Wu Tian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Why does this feel like I’m bickering with a child?

Just then, Wu Tian’s phone rang. Taking it out, he saw it was an unknown number. After a moment’s hesitation, he answered.

"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Wu Tian?"

The voice was as clear and pleasant as a mountain spring, like the chime of water against winter ice or the whisper of wind through jade fragments.

"Ah, Miss Lin Mo," Wu Tian said with a smile.

"Ah? You could tell just from my voice?" On the other end, Lin Mo sounded surprised.

She was sitting on a couch, and perched on her silk-stockinged lap—a sight many men would covet—was a delicate little girl. The girl giggled, "Auntie Mo, I told you my Papa is amazing!"

Lin Mo nodded and spoke into the phone, "It was Gugu who told me your phone number. She’s missing you both and is asking if you can come to pick her up now."

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