Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

In the afternoon, Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan took the little one to the herbal company.

Xia Qian personally welcomed them, surprised to see Qin Yuhan had come as well. But she also understood. If she were Qin Yuhan and had a man like Wu Tian, she would treasure him dearly.

Soon, the little one was taken into the dressing room. The photoshoot was for a children’s skincare ad. To start, she had to use the herbal products, and then she would need to be beautifully dressed up. Only then would she be ready.

In the dressing room, the little one hadn’t changed her clothes yet, but she was already psyching herself up. "I’ll do my best! I can do this!"

At this moment, she really wished her dad and mom were by her side. The idea of shooting an advertisement had been exciting at first, but now that it was actually happening, she realized she was a little nervous. Right now, she wasn’t the little Queen, just an adorable little girl. Nothing more.

What do you do when you’re nervous? Cultivate!

The Wind and Cloud Overbearing Scripture could calm a cultivator. The little one sat cross-legged and began her Cultivation as wisps of the Wind and Cloud Force immediately twined around her body.

She finally calmed down inside. That’s when she stood up, ready to change clothes.

Mom said that color coordination is very important! Remembering her mother’s words from the car, the little one began eagerly searching for the perfect little outfit.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

The American advertising team had already figured out the layout of the dressing room. Now, they were slipping down through a small ventilation duct.

At this moment, these so-called advertising experts no longer looked like well-mannered gentlemen. Instead, they all appeared fierce and malevolent.

"Did you all see that just now?"

"Of course we did. Her cultivation method is different from what we know. It might be a Method of Cultivation."

They advanced on the little one, staring intently at her with eyes full of malice, greed, and a horrifying glint. If it were any other child, seeing such adults would probably scare them into crying.

One of the blond-haired Americans gave a sinister smirk. "This kid looks good. She could fetch a high price."

They laughed cruelly as they moved closer to the little one.

Witnessing this, the little one appeared composed. Any other child would probably have been panic-stricken, but her composure didn’t strike the Americans as odd. To them, this was a classic sign of being utterly terrified—frozen in place, completely stunned. That’s how they interpreted her calm.

"What do you want to do to me?" the little one asked.

"What do we want to do?" The men from the American advertising team felt there was no need to hide anymore. Before entering the dressing room, they had already checked where Wu Tian was; he and Qin Yuhan were drinking tea in Xia Qian’s office.

The man chuckled. "We’re going to take you back and ask you a few questions. And if you don’t talk? Heh, we won’t hit you, but we’ll grope you all over, then sell you to one of those ’comfortable’ places!"

"That’s right. A place where you’ll have to serve lots of men when you grow up."

The little one’s cute and sparkling eyes suddenly turned ice-cold.

"Are you looking for a beating?" The little one’s voice was frigid, not a tone one would expect from a child. It made the men from the American advertising team shudder.

The next moment, she moved, unwilling to waste any more words on them.

She had been five meters away, but in the blink of an eye, she was right in front of them. The speed left the American advertising team in utter disbelief.

This wasn’t just an advertising team; that was merely a facade. They were actually mercenaries. But even with their years of training, they couldn’t possibly possess such speed. Her incredible swiftness truly startled them, and their faces turned pale.

"Not good. We’ve probably underestimated this kid," the leader decided promptly. "We need to get out of here."

"Go? Where are you going?" The little one moved again, instantly blocking their path.

"You... you’re a monster?" one of the mercenaries stammered, his eyes wide with fear. They had never imagined in their wildest dreams that they would one day be afraid of a child.

But the little one was indeed terrifying. A smile formed at the corners of her mouth. At a glance, she looked cute, innocent, and doll-like. But that smile made the mercenaries’ hair stand on end. This feeling wasn’t like being stared at by a child, but like being targeted by some unknown alien creature.

Yes, an alien creature! If she wasn’t an alien, how could a human child be so powerful? Even with a Method of Cultivation, a four-year-old couldn’t possibly be this strong.

"Monster? Who are you calling a monster?!" Every girl wants to be thought of as pretty, and the little one was no exception. How could she stand by after being called a monster? She took action immediately.

"Wind and Cloud Overbearing Scripture!"

The little one unleashed the technique, her first time ever using this Cultivation Technique to attack someone. Instantly, formless wind and shapeless clouds gathered, materializing into two Divine Dragons—one white, one blue.

The little one didn’t need to control them. The two dragons seemed to have a consciousness of their own as they ferociously lunged toward the mercenaries.

"Monster!"

"It really is a monster."

Gazing at the two snarling, clawing dragons, the mercenaries turned even paler with fear.

They tried to flee, but the two wind-and-cloud dragons simply swept past them.

SLICE!

The mercenaries’ legs were cleanly severed. Their bodies collapsed to the ground while their severed legs remained standing, blood spouting from the cuts like fountains.

"AH!"

They tried to endure it, but a few couldn’t help screaming as excruciating pain seared through their every nerve. They could never have imagined that their plan would end in complete annihilation, all because they misjudged the strength of a single child.

The little one watched the scene, a little surprised herself. I didn’t expect the energies of wind and cloud to have their own consciousness and fight for me on their own! How interesting!

She grew even more curious about what other wonders the Wind and Cloud Overbearing Scripture held. But on this Earth, with its scant Spiritual Energy, the scripture’s true mysteries couldn’t fully manifest. The Wind and Cloud Dragons were merely a rudimentary application of the technique.

"Little one, I was wrong! Please, spare us!" the leader cried out, while covertly signaling to his companions with his eyes. She’s just a child; she must be kind-hearted. We have to exploit that. If we do, we can definitely escape. We might even be able to turn the tables and capture her!

The other team members understood their leader’s meaning and agreed it was a sensible plan. She’s just a child. She’ll be easy to trick.