Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"Little one, I was wrong. I wasn’t in my right mind for a moment. Please don’t hold it against me, okay? Your teachers must have taught you that everyone deserves a chance to turn over a new leaf. Just give me this one chance."

To deceive a man of principle, one exploits his rules. To deceive a child, one feigns sincerity.

Since their schemes were no match for the little one, they resorted to coaxing her.

"Yeah, let me go too! I have an elderly mother and a child at home. Yes, a child as adorable as you! You wouldn’t want her to lose her dad, would you?" one of them, a loner, said, fabricating a daughter on the spot.

Another, a bachelor, chimed in, "I have a beautiful girlfriend, and we’re getting married next month. Little one, I can’t die! Otherwise, think how heartbroken she’ll be!"

"That’s right, I also have a beautiful wife waiting for me at home."

"Me too, my wife is gorgeous. If I don’t go back, she’ll be bullied by brutes and hooligans."

Foreheads beaded with greasy, cold sweat, they hurriedly told their stories to the little one in their broken Dragon Country language. They all believed they had concocted convincing tales that would easily garner the child’s sympathy.

"How blind would women have to be to fall for you guys?" In the next moment, the little one’s cute face scrunched up in frustration as she couldn’t help but blurt this out.

A direct hit with 10,000 points of damage! The mercenaries were stunned. Their hearts were ruthlessly bombarded—a 10,000-point critical hit! They were, in fact, all single, with no woman interested in them, but they weren’t happy to have the little one point it out.

Why are you spouting such harsh truths? You’ve already injured our bodies, and now you want to crush our spirits too?

"I’m telling the truth!"

"I’m telling the truth too. Even though I’m ugly and broke, I’m beautiful on the inside. My wife was moved by my inner beauty, and that’s why she married me."

"I was pure once, too."

"..."

As if the little one would believe them. She scoffed, "You might be able to trick other kids with those stories, but you think you can fool *me*? You’ve seriously miscalculated."

What the—?! You’re not a child?

The mercenaries felt as if a Thunderous Roar had just crashed down on them.

"Whether you kill them or not is your decision," the little one said, looking at the Wind and Cloud Dragons.

The twin dragons—one blue, one white, formed from the power of wind and cloud—grunted and charged at the mercenaries. In an instant, they completely engulfed the men, and chilling, pitiful screams suddenly filled the air.

Hearing the commotion, people from the herbal medicine company rushed over. By the time they arrived, the mercenaries had already been dealt with. The dressing room was a bloodbath.

Only their leader remained, and he wobbled away in a desperate escape. The little one didn’t pursue him.

The dressing room door was kicked open, and Qin Yuhan rushed in, her face etched with worry. She immediately swept the little one into her arms.

"Are you hurt? Are you alright?"

The little one was practically Qin Yuhan’s entire world. If anything were to happen to her, Qin Yuhan felt she couldn’t go on living. Before becoming a mother, she never thought much about children. But now she understood the hardships of motherhood and the profound bond a mother has with her child.

She held the little one tightly.

"Mom, you’re squeezing me too tight! Let go," the little one chuckled. "I’m fine."

"You’re really okay?" Qin Yuhan carefully looked her over from head to toe. Only after confirming that her daughter was truly unharmed did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The little one giggled and looked at Wu Tian. "Dad, weren’t you worried about me?"

"I saw everything that happened," Wu Tian smiled.

The little one paused, momentarily envious of Wu Tian’s Spiritual Sense. Then she said, "I let one of them go. He’ll lead us right to them."

"Excellent. You’re already using strategy." A cold glint flashed in Wu Tian’s eyes as he continued, "Let’s follow him and see who’s courting death." He swooped up the little one, and in an instant, they vanished without a trace.

Qin Yuhan and the others were dumbstruck. Qin Yuhan and Xia Qian could somewhat handle it, but the surrounding employees were scared out of their wits.

No matter the city, there are always abandoned high-rise buildings.

In one such half-finished, abandoned tower, the mercenary leader was crawling up the stairs, utterly exhausted. He finally reached the top floor. Here, there were no windows, only wooden boards nailed over the openings. The lack of sunlight made the space feel gloomy and sinister.

"How did it go? Was it successful?"

Just then, a grim, hoarse voice came from the deepest part of the room, where a figure loomed, almost unnoticeable unless one looked closely. The voice was chilling, and the figure itself was a blur, impossible to make out clearly.

Upon hearing the question, the leader’s face turned deathly pale as he hastily pleaded, "Give me one more chance! I’ll succeed next time."

"So, you failed? Heh. This mission was highly confidential. Since you’ve failed, there’s no longer any reason for you to live."

The person from the darkest corner of the room finally stepped forward. His eyes were cold and indifferent, his hands smoother than a woman’s. But the skin on his face was strangely wrinkled, betraying the appearance of a man in his eighties.

"You want me dead? Why? I don’t know anything!" The leader backed away, terrified.

"We’re orphans from America, adopted and trained by you since we were children! You taught us American English and the Dragon Country’s language, but you never told us who you are! We didn’t ask why we had to kidnap the little girl, and you never told us! There’s no reason to kill me to tie up loose ends! So why do you want me dead?"

The leader panicked, bewildered, stumbling backward one step at a time.

"To be safe," the old man said coldly. For years, he had been training orphans into mercenaries here in the utmost secrecy, and he was confident he’d never left a single trace. But the Chief Minister had already called. Better safe than sorry. All potential leads had to be cut off.

"Just accept your fate. I taught you your Combat Technique. I know better than anyone about the funds you’ve accumulated. If I want you dead, you will die. There’s no point in a useless struggle," the old man grinned viciously. As for any father-son affection that might have developed from raising them since childhood, it didn’t exist. He had only ever regarded them as beasts.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant." Just then, Wu Tian’s voice echoed from the entrance of the dilapidated room. He and the little one had arrived at this long-forgotten structure hidden in an unnoticed corner of the city.

"You fool! You were followed!" The old man’s expression twisted in shock and fear. He cursed at the leader, then spun around and tried to leap out a window.