Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 235 - 30 Years in Hedong, 30 Years in Hexi (2/5)

Murong Ziqi left Murong Yezi's home with a cold smile.

Wu Tian was unaware of this. He had already returned to the Cui Family's residence. It was now three in the morning, and Qin Yuhan, Xia Qian, and the little one were all waiting for him.

An additional person was present, a rather scholarly-looking man standing before the group.

Cui Chong hurriedly made the introduction. "This is the man you wanted to meet on your trip to Peng City—Q, the ultimate helmsman of WeChat and the Family Head of the Ma Family. We here in Peng City all call him the Helmsman."

"A pleasure," Wu Tian said with a faint smile.

The Helmsman also extended his hand to shake Wu Tian's. He was already fully aware of what had happened tonight and hadn't expected the Rothschild Family to suffer such a major setback here.

Without further ado, they proceeded to the Cui Family's main hall, where Wu Tian and the Helmsman began their negotiations.

After personally consuming an Elixir, Q, the Helmsman of WeChat, could only stare in disbelief. "My God, Mr. Wu Tian! A single Elixir of yours has produced True Qi within my body, even though I've never cultivated before. It's miraculous! Truly miraculous! It's leagues better than the Scientific Cultivation Devices from the Rothschild Family, which require so much strenuous exercise."

This Helmsman rarely praised anyone. If it were someone else, they would undoubtedly be overwhelmed by the honor.

Yet Wu Tian's expression remained as calm as ever.

"I'm willing to become your business partner," the Helmsman said after a moment's thought before asking, "As for the profits, how do you propose we divide them?"

"You and I each take thirty percent," Wu Tian stated.

The Helmsman's brow furrowed slightly. "And the remaining forty percent?"

"The Qin Corporation and the herb company will each take ten percent. Donate the last twenty percent to charity."

Wu Tian was not a charitable man by nature, but he understood the principle: 'When poor, tend to your own needs; when rich, benefit all under heaven.'

Upon hearing this, the Helmsman was overjoyed. Many businessmen pursued profit at all costs, a practice he detested. The chance to contribute to the country and its people naturally pleased him.

Following this, Wu Tian and the Helmsman delved into the details of their cooperation. The Helmsman decided to leverage Q, WeChat, and all of their subsidiary products to heavily promote Wu Tian's Elixirs.

As they concluded, the Helmsman voiced his greatest concern. "The profits from the Elixirs are extraordinary. They will certainly attract unwanted attention, and those who covet them will not be ordinary people."

"Oh?" Wu Tian smiled faintly, showing no sign of fear or anxiety.

Seeing this made the Helmsman even happier. He enjoyed collaborating with people of strength.

"For instance, figures from the top echelon, those with stellar reputations, powerful martial artists, and individuals of high status," the Helmsman hinted.

Wu Tian's gaze remained indifferent. He had already guessed who the Helmsman was referring to. He smiled and said, "No matter. I'll deal with them. What's mine is mine. If I am unwilling to share, anyone who dares try to pull a tooth from a tiger's mouth will find only death."

Cui Chong and the others, standing to the side, all shuddered. They were once again reminded of the vision that had appeared behind Wu Tian on the street—*Demon Blood Stains the Azure Sky!*

In the South, Wu Tian was supreme!

In Wu Tian's eyes, who dared claim invincibility? Who dared boast of being undefeated?

"That's right! If Dad won't fight them, I will!" the little one piped up again, clenching her fists. The look of shared indignation on her cute little face was adorable.

Her outburst made Wu Tian and the Helmsman burst into hearty laughter.

The negotiations finally concluded a little past four in the morning.

After the Helmsman left, Wu Tian, Qin Yuhan, Xia Qian, and the little one stayed temporarily at the Cui Family's residence. Xia Qian insisted on sharing a room with Qin Yuhan, afraid that Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan might get up to something shameless during the night.

And so, it fell to Wu Tian to put the little one to bed.

But even at four in the morning, the little one was still brimming with energy and had no intention of sleeping. Dressed in her pajamas, she looked as delicate as a little princess from a fairy tale. In her heart, however, she was already the "big boss."

"Dad, I can't sleep. You have to tell me a story."

Another story?

Wu Tian felt exasperated. Stories like Snow White were easy enough, but the little one was clever and remembered every story she'd ever heard, refusing to hear one twice. If he was going to tell her a story, it had to be one she didn't know.

What's the point of telling stories to children? Many parents do it simply to coax their child to sleep. But wiser parents know that stories are a way to impart knowledge. This could be moral character or a broader perspective. For instance, Wu Tian decided to tell the little one the story of the Creation Martial Emperor.

Some people are born with talent but are limited by their perspective, forever remaining a frog in a well.

"Ahem." Wu Tian cleared his throat and began. "'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—never bully a young man for his poverty.' The story goes that there was once a young man who used to be a genius. Later, he became a laughingstock, a piece of trash..."

Wu Tian recounted a tale he had heard in the Immortal Emperor Realm.

The little one was fascinated. Ever since she began her cultivation, she had grown even more curious about the lives of great figures.

How many people are stronger than me? It doesn't matter. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. In the future, I, Gugu, will be the most powerful of all!

"When he was a genius, everyone admired him, and all the girls adored him. But after he became useless, everyone looked down on him. Then, one day, his fiancée came to see him."

Wu Tian was telling the story of a mighty expert from the history of the Immortal Emperor Realm whose name had long been forgotten. He had defied fate and risen from the ashes, monopolizing all the good fortune of his era.

To be his friend was no guarantee of success.

But to be his enemy was to court certain death.

The little one blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "His fiancée came? Why? Was she there to comfort him?"

Her line of thinking made Wu Tian smile. "You're mistaken. That fiancée came from a powerful faction, and she was there to break off the engagement."

"Did she succeed?"

"She did," Wu Tian nodded. "But the young man was furious. He made a vow, declaring, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—never bully a young man for his poverty!' He swore that in three years, he would find that young woman and settle the score."

"Tch, that guy's got issues." To Wu Tian's surprise, the little one blurted this out. "If someone doesn't like you, they just don't. She was just being honest about it. What's wrong with that?"

Wu Tian nodded. He felt that the little one had a point.

"But many people who know the hero's story believe the fiancée was wrong, that she..." Wu Tian was only halfway through his sentence when he noticed the little one had already fallen asleep. He felt a pang of frustration. It seems storytelling really isn't my forte.

After tucking her in, Wu Tian looked out the window.

It's time to head back to Yang City. He remembered his mother Murong Yezi's birthday was approaching. As her son, he naturally had to rush back and arrange a grand celebration.

Will Ghost Valley show up? Whether it's Ghost Valley or anyone else, I'll make them all understand that my mother is now the most honored person in the world. It's not that they reject my mother, but that their insignificant little world is too small to contain a True God.