Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 778

Chapter 778: Chapter 781: Becoming a Disciple [8/8]

"What... what do you mean?" General Ling Tian was stunned by Wu Tian’s words.

"Heh." Wu Tian blew gently on his hot tea. "Ordinary fat is a burden, but the fat on your body is different. Within this fat lies an immortal power. If you can make good use of it, your combat strength will be at least double what it was before."

"Of course, if you wish to fully seize this opportunity, you must become my disciple."

After speaking, Wu Tian set down his teacup. He rose leisurely to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked toward the exit of the grand hall, his grandmasterly air undeniable.

"Wait." General Ling Tian sensed there was truth to Wu Tian’s words. Although the fat slowed his speed, he had noticed that whenever he was exhausted, a refreshing current would emanate from it, considerably easing his fatigue. At that moment, he felt Wu Tian might be right.

"Mr. Wu Tian, are you saying this fat is a blessing? Can you please clarify? Explain it to me!" Ling Tian called out anxiously to Wu Tian’s retreating back, but Wu Tian didn’t stop.

The general was distressed. His life’s greatest joy was fighting for the people. News had recently arrived that the Azure Empire was planning to attack the Xiuyuan Realm, and as a general, he had to go into battle. But he also knew he was no match for Zhan Sha, leaving his heart in turmoil. Then, one day, he woke up to find himself suddenly transformed into a "fatty," a change he found impossible to accept. This had led him to summon physicians, hoping they could provide some clarity.

And now, Wu Tian is claiming my fat is a blessing? I vaguely sense he’s right, but how do I use this fat? And he said this is just one of my opportunities... does that mean there are others?

He desperately hoped Wu Tian would elaborate, but the man didn’t even look back.

Ling Tian was at a loss. Should I stop him? No, that would be impolite. Besides, I might anger him.

"Have you been having any recurring dreams lately?" Wu Tian asked as he walked, never pausing or looking back. The Investiture of the Gods, after all, contained clear records of the strange phenomena Ling Tian had recently experienced.

"You... you know about that too?" Ling Tian shuddered. Indeed, he had been having the same dream over and over again.

"I know about your dream. In it, you are on the sea with seven other figures, are you not?" Though phrased as a question, Wu Tian’s tone was one of certainty. "As I said, you have two paths to understand all of this. The first is to become my disciple. The second is to join the Blood Refiners Guild!"

By the time he finished speaking, Wu Tian was gone, his figure disappearing from Ling Tian’s sight.

"General," the household soldiers murmured, looking to Ling Tian for guidance.

"I don’t know," Ling Tian replied, his expression hesitant. He was a general, but a decision like this was difficult for him. Years of military life had taught him one thing: every decision comes with a price.

"Summon Military Physician Mo," Ling Tian ordered with a wave of his hand.

Military Physician Mo was the top army doctor in Ling Tian’s military camp. During battle, no matter how great the victory, there were always wounded soldiers, so army doctors were essential. Military Physician Mo was the one who usually treated Ling Tian.

Soon, Military Physician Mo arrived. "General, why have you summoned me so urgently?" He held immense respect for Ling Tian.

"When I suddenly grew all this fat, you were the first person I called. You said... this flesh is poisonous and needs to be cut off?" Ling Tian pointed to the rolls of fat on his body.

"Indeed," Divine Doctor Mo said with a confident smile. He was very young, barely in his twenties. Unlike other physicians who were unwilling to serve in the military, he embraced the role, which was how he had risen to his current position. "General, you’ve always been skeptical. You believe that cutting off this flesh is too cruel, which is why you summoned all the physicians in the capital. But I suspect they couldn’t discern the true nature of it either. Their only suggestion was excision, right?"

"What?" The physician had no time to react. Who would have thought a lump of flesh could actually hit someone?

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