Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 209: The Little Guy’s Might (2nd Update)

Upon arriving in Yang City, Wu Tian, Qin Yuhan, and Xia Qian found a hotel called the Esdes Hotel. Its chic decor was dominated by shades of blue. Every room featured blue roses, a detail that women adored.

Qin Yuhan and Xia Qian were immediately taken with the place, especially the roses. To most girls, roses are as irresistible as diamonds.

Of course, the little one was the exception. In her room, she looked at the blue roses and shook her head. "You can’t eat them, and you can’t use them as a weapon. What’s the point?"

Wu Tian nodded in agreement.

In their room, Qin Yuhan and Xia Qian were not pleased. "You men just don’t understand the beauty of flowers," Qin Yuhan chuckled.

Xia Qian nodded, standing united with her. She sniffed the fragrant blossoms, her delicate face looking slightly intoxicated. "A woman can’t live without flowers, just as a person can’t live without water," she said.

"Nonsense," the little one disagreed. "Am I not a girl?"

Qin Yuhan was taken aback for a moment. Then, with a playful glint in her phoenix eyes, she laughed. "Of course my little darling is a girl, and a cute one at that. But you’re being led astray by your father. If you keep up all this fighting and killing, who will ever dare to like you in the future?"

"Wrong! The question is, who’s good enough for me?" Suddenly, the little one’s small frame seemed to shudder as a powerful aura roared out from her. She held her head high and puffed out her chest, projecting an unconventional and eye-catching charisma. Both Qin Yuhan and Xia Qian were astonished.

"You all underestimate my daughter," Wu Tian said. "Her future achievements are beyond anything you can imagine." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"You say that as if you gave birth to her," Qin Yuhan shot back, rolling her eyes at Wu Tian.

He was left speechless. That was one argument he could never win. No matter how capable he was, giving birth was something he could never do. Seeing that Wu Tian had no comeback, Qin Yuhan and Xia Qian shared a triumphant smile.

"Alright, alright. Take the little one and go outside. We need to change," Qin Yuhan said.

Wu Tian nodded, but the little one protested, "What’s the big deal if I watch? I’m a girl, too."

"Sweetie, you’re acting so strangely lately that Mommy barely recognizes you," Qin Yuhan huffed. "There’s no telling what you’d do. What if you took pictures to show your father?"

Taking pictures is so lame, the little one scoffed with disdain. I was planning to record a video—a short clip would have been much more exciting.

Wu Tian left with the little one.

Back in the room, Qin Yuhan and Xia Qian began to change, each curious about the other’s figure and hoping to outshine her.

Downstairs, Wu Tian and the little one entered the hotel’s first-floor bar. It was a simple setup, but it lacked the typical boisterous atmosphere. In fact, it was as serene as a teahouse. The patrons sipped their cocktails with the refined grace of tea connoisseurs. As soon as they arrived, they spotted Nangong Yi and Gona.

Apparently, Cui Shanhe had originally planned to take them out, but he’d been called home for an urgent family matter and had to leave. With nothing else to do, Gona and Nangong Yi had immediately set about tracking Wu Tian’s group. Thanks to Nangong Yi’s current influence, they quickly located them in Peng City and followed them here.

In fact, while Wu Tian and the others were still settling into their rooms upstairs, Gona had already bought the entire hotel for a hefty sum.

"Wu Tian, you’re here! Come, have a seat. We’re all acquaintances, after all," Gona called out immediately.

Wu Tian was curious to see what game this man was trying to play and whether he could afford the stakes.

"Please forgive any past offenses," Gona said, extending his hand toward Wu Tian. He had almost scoffed when Nangong Yi told him that Wu Tian was a skilled fighter. In the face of his own Half-step Innate strength, who would dare use the word "skilled"? His real goal was to put Wu Tian in his place and show Nangong Yi that he was nothing special.

Wu Tian simply smiled and said nothing. He only shook hands with people he respected. If he disliked someone, he would refuse the gesture, no matter the social convention. When Wu Tian didn’t extend his own hand, Gona was left in an awkward position.

"I’ll shake your hand!" the little one chirped, laughing. With that, she took Gona’s offered hand in her own.

Gona chuckled. His original plan was to crush Wu Tian’s hand with a secret burst of force. Now, as he held the little one’s hand, he tried to pull away after a moment but found she wouldn’t let go. He found this amusing. You want to compare strength with me, little girl? You’re a long way from being my match.

With that thought, Gona also squeezed harder.

Nangong Yi shook his head and said to Wu Tian, "Be careful with your child’s hand."

"I’m not worried," Wu Tian replied with a calm smile.

Nangong Yi was taken aback. Wu Tian looked completely serene; he truly didn’t seem concerned at all. This puzzled Nangong Yi. Could it be that the little one isn’t his real daughter?

Nangong Yi sighed. He was a ruthless man who had once dreamed of making his own way in the world, but that was all over now. He’d been forced to swallow his pride, enter Nangong Villa, and admit his mother’s past indiscretions just to earn the right to live there. He was capable of poisoning his own father and plotting against his father’s legitimate wife. Yet, a shred of humanity remained. Seeing Gona straining, Nangong Yi quickly interjected, "Gona, don’t take it too far. She’s just a child. Go easy on her."

He had no idea that his words were torture to Gona, who couldn’t voice his suffering. Gona had only intended to give a light squeeze to make the child cry out, but the moment he applied a bit of pressure, the force from her small hand became terrifyingly ferocious. He was utterly shocked. He never could have imagined a child’s strength could rival his own. Sweat beaded on Gona’s forehead. The corners of his mouth twitched as he gritted his teeth, barely suppressing a scream. He felt that if this continued, the little one was going to crush his entire hand.

But Gona couldn’t bring himself to beg for mercy, not from a child. If he did, forget what Nangong Yi would think—he wouldn’t even be able to look himself in the mirror.

"Call me ’Boss,’ and I’ll let you go," the little one said with an excited, smug grin.

In truth, her physical brawn was less than Gona’s, but her *power* was on a completely different level; their strength didn’t even belong to the same system. The moment she spoke those words, Nangong Yi’s eyes went wide. He looked closely at Gona’s strained expression and finally understood. His jaw dropped so wide you could have fit an ostrich egg in it.

Gona gritted his teeth. He would rather let his bones be shattered than call this little girl "Boss."

CRACK!

Finally, the distinct sound of a bone shattering echoed in the quiet bar.