Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 237 Noble Descent (4/5)

He is my grandson. Why do I get the feeling he's even more composed than Ziqi? Murong Zhongzheng wondered in astonishment.

To anyone else, Wu Tian was just an ordinary mortal with business acumen. No matter how you looked at it, he appeared to have no martial prowess whatsoever. But Murong Zhongzheng's eyes were different. In his era, the Murong Family had stopped producing great talents, so they had to seek out gifted individuals to assist them. It was for this very reason that Murong Zhongzheng had specially trained his eyes to discern talent.

Could the Murong Family be underestimated?

Under the scrutiny of these discerning eyes, no one could hide. Yet, in Murong Zhongzheng's view, Wu Tian seemed to be enveloped in mist. The young man stood right before him, but he couldn't see him clearly no matter how hard he looked.

"Dad, this is my son, Wu Tian," Murong Yezi introduced. Although her father had not been kind to her, she still knew the proper manners expected of a daughter.

"Hello," Murong Zhongzheng said tentatively.

Wu Tian smiled faintly and simply responded, "Hello."

Murong Zhongzheng was taken aback. He finally saw it clearly—he saw the pride in Wu Tian's eyes. To Wu Tian, all living things were as nothing.

Elders? In his eyes, what were elders? This was the supreme, world-scorning arrogance of one who believed, "Heaven is great, Earth is great, but I am the greatest." Murong Zhongzheng had only ever seen such an aura on a handful of people in his entire life, and all of them were recluses, detached from the mundane world. But now, he felt that Wu Tian surpassed them all.

I was wrong. I was so wrong. Ziqi, Guangfu, you were all wrong. He's not a sheep; he's a fierce tiger! Murong Zhongzheng thought in astonishment, hastily reaching out to grab his son, Murong Guangfu, and his grandson, Murong Ziqi.

Murong Zhongzheng's unusual behavior confused not only Murong Guangfu and Murong Ziqi, but Murong Yezi and the others as well.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Murong Guangfu asked in a low voice.

Murong Ziqi was also baffled. They had already persuaded Grandfather before they came. Is he having second thoughts now? If so, I absolutely will not allow it.

The Murong Family needed vast wealth to have any hope of making a comeback. The family's children were taught subjects like language and mathematics differently from others from a young age. A typical Murong math problem might be: "The descendants of the Yan State originally possessed a territory of 9,600,000 square kilometers. After the Battle of Canhe, only 100,000 square kilometers remained. How much land was lost?" Even their physics and geography lessons were framed this way. From birth, the children of the Murong Family knew they were of royal descent. They lived for a single purpose: to restore their family's glory.

"Let's leave. This Wu Tian..." Murong Zhongzheng began, wanting to tell them that Wu Tian was not a simple character, but Murong Ziqi cut him off.

"Grandfather, stop being merciful," he said in a low voice. "Since ancient times, those who build empires could kill their fathers, their mothers, and even their own children."

Murong Zhongzheng's body shook involuntarily.

"What are you all standing around for? Come and sit down," Murong Yezi beckoned Murong Zhongzheng, Murong Guangfu, Murong Ziqi, and the other family members to take a seat in the living room. She then went to the kitchen to get some drinks from the refrigerator.

At the same time, Wu Tian followed her into the kitchen to ask about the sudden appearance of his grandfather, uncle, and cousin. After all, in his entire life, Murong Yezi had never once mentioned her side of the family. Wu Tian had no idea he even had a maternal grandfather, uncle, or cousin.

Murong Yezi knew it was time to tell him the truth. The Murong Family, as it turned out, were the last descendants of the noble Murong clan of the Xianbei people. During the historical period of the Sixteen Kingdoms, they had invaded the Central Plains and established several states named Yan. They were, in essence, fallen royalty.

In this clan, the men were mostly handsome, skilled in both scholarship and combat, and carried themselves with an elegant, unrestrained air. The women were often pure as jade, exceptionally intelligent, and possessed a talent for management.

Unfortunately, Murong Yezi had lacked these qualities, which was why she was expelled. Anyone who remained in the Murong Family had to possess a special skill. The Murong Family now was certainly not as glorious as before, possessing merely a noble bloodline. Currently, the highest-ranking official in the family was a mere county magistrate, and their wealthiest member was only on par with the Wang and Nalan Families during the era of Yang City's four great families.

Wu Tian chuckled. He didn't know why the Murong Family had suddenly appeared to claim kinship or what their intentions were. If they had ulterior motives, he certainly wouldn't play along. He had learned long ago that sometimes, strangers were more trustworthy than relatives.

Back in the living room, Murong Zhongzheng was painstakingly trying to persuade the others to give up on their plan.

But Murong Ziqi refused. When the others heard him refuse, they immediately voiced their own disagreement.

In terms of seniority within the Murong Family, Murong Zhongzheng's was the highest. But what of it?

Murong Ziqi was now one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, having taken Huang Xuantian's place, and was also a disciple of the Sword Emperor. He was the hope of the Murong Family. With his power and influence, everyone listened to him. As for seniority? That could be shoved aside. It was nothing more than a formality.

Just then, Murong Yezi returned with the drinks. At the sight of her, Murong Ziqi and the others immediately put on their masks of respectful juniors again.

"Sister, as your elder brother, I haven't visited you for many years. You don't blame me, do you?" Murong Guangfu asked.

How was Murong Yezi supposed to answer that? She naturally replied, "How could I dare?"

Wu Tian, carrying the little one, came over with Qin Yuhan. He wasn't comfortable leaving his mother alone with them. He had a feeling that this group from the Murong Family wouldn't have come to the Treasure Palace without a reason.

Seeing this, Murong Guangfu immediately said, "Ziqi, you young people take Wu Tian for a walk outside. We adults have matters to discuss here."

Murong Ziqi nodded and stood up along with a few other young members of the Murong Family, preparing to lead Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan away.

Murong Guangfu figured Murong Yezi was still the same as she used to be—agreeable and soft-hearted. As long as she promised to lend her assets to the Murong Family, they wouldn't let her go back on her word.

Murong Yezi gave Wu Tian a reassuring look. Only then did Wu Tian, still carrying the little one, follow Murong Ziqi out with Qin Yuhan.

Murong Ziqi and a few young Murong men led the way, with Murong Ziqi at the very front. They walked down the street with their spirits high, deliberately preventing Wu Tian from getting ahead of them. Perhaps it gave them a sense of superiority, like an Emperor walking in front while his subjects were only permitted to follow behind.

One of the young men, Murong Dawei, glanced back at Qin Yuhan. His gaze lingered, and after a moment's hesitation, he took a deep breath and walked over to her side.

Qin Yuhan frowned slightly.

"Cousin-in-law, you're truly beautiful," Murong Dawei said. "How did you meet my cousin? What do you like about him? Tell us all about it."

The other young Murongs were also curious.

Qin Yuhan's face remained cold, unwilling to speak.

Murong Dawei had considered himself royalty since he was a child. One day, when Murong Ziqi restored the Murong Family to its former glory, he would at least be a Prince.

Angered by Qin Yuhan's silence, he glared at her.

Suddenly, a shoe sole filled his vision. It stamped viciously down onto his face.