Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 882

Chapter 882: Chapter 885: Call Me Grandpa?

"My approach is to play the flute." Lan Xiangzi looked at the little one and smiled slightly, "As long as I play this purple-gold flute, the sound will start, and the shadow will be revealed. From then on, he will be under my control. If I want him to live, he will live; if I want him to die, he will die."

Lan Xiangzi already knew what path was most suitable for him.

It was the Way of the Flute.

Not the Way of the Sword.

Thinking back to the time when Master Jian Yin took him in, insisting he was a sword prodigy, it was infuriating now.

Bullshit, I’m not material for sword training at all; after so long, I can’t even defeat Lu Baicha, who only uses a sword.

The flute is what suits me!

"My way is better than yours." The little one thought for a moment, shaking his head and finally said this with certainty.

What? 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Lan Xiangzi was taken aback and asked, "What is your method?"

"Fight." The little one chuckled with a childish voice, "He won’t obey? I fight! He won’t listen? I fight! He won’t kill himself? I fight! I’ll beat him until he questions life itself, beat him until he realizes that death is happier than living."

Lan Xiangzi: "..."

He had nothing to say. Somehow, the little one’s words made sense.

"Alright, leave everything to me." The little one took the golden brick and walked towards Master Jian Yin.

"Don’t worry, I will hit you, but not enough to kill you."

Chuckling, the little one,

To Master Jian Yin, the small child seemed like a devil at this moment, and he was scared. Hit, but not to kill?

How long would this beating last?

"You... You are despicable and shameless, too much of a bully." As the words fell, Master Jian Yin slashed his neck and committed suicide,

He hated the heavens, why didn’t they give him a chance?

Why was it Wu Tian who made a huge name for himself and not him?

Why wasn’t it him who developed the Art of Blood Refinement, rather than the Ancestor of Blood Refinement?

The soldiers of Xiuyuan Realm looked at each other in dismay, unsure of what to say at that moment.

"It seems the matter is settled, right?"

Next, when everyone was about to tidy up the battlefield, an ancient voice rang out,

They turned to see a group of white-haired elders coming over on a white crane.

"This is Liu Xingzhi, the Great Elder of the Willow Sect." Master Li the Fortune Teller and Miaoshan were naturally among them, as Master Li introduced the leading figure to Wu Tian.

The reason why it’s called the Willow Sect is not only because of the many willows on the mountain but also because, when the sect was founded, there were two founders—one with the surname Yang and the other Liu,

Gradually, Yang and Liu intertwined, with every Yang Dynasty son perhaps letting Liu Qing take the position of the next sect master,

The Yang and Liu families took turns serving as sect master.

Yet,

Liu Xingzhi would have no chance.

After all, he belonged to the same era as Yang Tianzi, and the next sect master would belong to the next generation, which would be Liu Qing’s generation.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful, Mr. Wu Tian, your disciples, your students, are all very outstanding."

Stepping off the white crane, Liu Xingzhi looked at Wu Tian on the city wall and greeted him warmly,

Qin Yuhan maintained a calm, composed demeanor.

He had heard enough flattery, and words like Liu Xingzhi’s could not sway Wu Tian.

Moreover, for someone to praise and compliment you for no apparent reason, there’s probably no such thing as a free lunch.

"I am here to read a letter."

Liu Xingzhi saw that Wu Tian did not speak and remained unruffled, directly taking a letter from his bosom and opening it gently.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, lines of blood-written characters floated up, appearing in mid-air, visible to all around.

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