Chapter 249: Chapter 250 What Can You Do to
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After bidding farewell to Qiu Yulan, Lin Mo, and the others, Wu Tian took the little one and headed ho, completely unaware of the conversation Zheng Tianshi and Hong i were having about him.
Of course, even if he had known, Wu Tian would have remained calm. After all, he had experienced a great deal in the Immortal Emperor Realm. Upon his return, he had traversed the All Heavens and witnessed countless bizarre and fantastic events.
In the upstairs room, the little one sat on Wu Tian’s stomach as he was lying down. "Daddy, Daddy, I want to learn dical Technique too," she said.
"Sure," Wu Tian nodded. He was willing to teach his child anything she wanted to learn, as long as he knew it himself. But he still reminded her, "You must rember, though, learning dical Technique is a tedious process. If you decide to learn, you can’t give up halfway."
"I know, I know," the little one said sweetly.
She refused to believe it. Her dad could learn it, so why couldn’t she? She just wouldn’t accept that.
"Daddy, Daddy, is your dical Technique the very best?" the little one pondered, her big eyes rolling as she asked again.
"Of course not," replied Wu Tian.
"Daddy, you really lack confidence," the little one said, shaking her head.
She didn’t know that Wu Tian was being completely serious. In the Immortal Emperor Realm, he was one of the three great Divine Doctors. However, during his journey across the All Heavens, Wu Tian had realized that there were many Divine Doctors, each with their own unique strengths, and their dical knowledge was equally profound and extensive.
"Oh, I see." The little one glanced at Wu Tian’s expression, looking a little downcast. But she quickly perked up, leaned in to give him a kiss, and said comfortingly, "Daddy, you have to believe in yourself! Your dical Technique will definitely be number two."
"Don’t worry, I believe in myself." Seeing his daughter trying to console him, Wu Tian smiled and nodded, but he couldn’t help his curiosity. "Then who’s number one?"
The little one looked at him with her big eyes, blinking playfully before breaking into a happy grin. "Of course, it’s ! In any field I’m in, Daddy, if you dare to be number one, I’ll start crying. And I know that once I cry, you’ll be at a complete loss, totally flustered, and suffer defeat after defeat..."
She cheerfully recited a string of idioms she had learned.
Wu Tian gave a wry smile.
Finally, it was ti for dinner. Wu Tian took the little one downstairs, who no longer needed a bib to eat. She chattered on about how grown up she was, making Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan laugh.
But just as they finished eating, mbers of the Murong Family showed up again.
Wu Tian was disdainful. This so-called Murong Family wasn’t so noble lineage; they were more like a dog-skin plaster you couldn’t get rid of.
"I... I ca because I have sothing to say." Murong Zhongzheng looked at his daughter, Murong Yezi, then at Wu Tian, Qin Yuhan, and the little one. He hesitated, looking too embarrassed to speak.
Seeing his father’s reluctance, Murong Guangfu couldn’t hold back any longer. With a smile plastered on his face, he said, "Wu Tian, Yuhan, Yezi, do you know about the Murong Family’s current situation?"
Wu Tian chuckled. What did the Murong Family have to do with him? Qin Yuhan, also knowing the Murong Family had ulterior motives, did not give them a friendly look.
It was Murong Yezi who sighed and said, "Big Brother, why are you trying to deceive ? The Murong Family is still a well-known family in Gusu."
Murong Guangfu’s face stiffened, then twisted into a look of dejection. "No, no, no, Little Sister, you’re wrong this ti. Our Murong Family may be small in fortune, but we are large in number. If this goes on, there will be too many mouths to feed. It’s simply unsustainable."
"Well..." Murong Yezi thought for a mont, then shook her head. "Big Brother, that just proves our family rules are wrong. The Murong Family is no longer royalty, so why do we still have this rule that every generation’s Family Head must have at least three wives and over ten children, like so parody of the Three Palaces and Six Courts? That rule is wrong and must be changed."
Murong Zhongzheng nodded. When he was young, he saw nothing wrong with it, but now that he was older, he too recognized how inappropriate the rule was. Having several wives and nurous children wouldn’t make the Murong Family stronger, only weaker. The rules of the Murong Family had to evolve with the tis.
"How can you say that?" Murong Ziqi couldn’t help but stand up and object. "Marrying several wives and having over ten children—these imperial conditions are what remind our Murong Family Heads, from generation to generation, of the Emperor’s ambition. It must never be forgotten! The descendants of the Murong must always rember their duty to restore our nation!"
The Murong descendants were all educated within the family, where the only history they learned was the history of the Murong. Generation after generation, they were imbued with a single idea: the Murong noble family had once claid the title of Emperor for the sake of the world. They believed that for perpetual peace to reign, the world needed the Murong to lead. This idea was bizarre, and most people would think it idiotic. But to the Murong descendants, who had been inculcated with this notion from birth, it seed perfectly normal.
This ti, Murong Ziqi was here to set his sights on the Qin Corporation and its herbal dicine company. He sighed, feigning a look of sorrow. "Cousin Wu Tian, Yuhan, what the Murong Family asks for this ti is truly simple. Could you allow our descendants a chance to stand on their own two feet? Let them enter your corporation and start from the bottom?"
This request, on the surface, seed reasonable.
"Yes, Wu Tian, Yuhan, you can help with a favor like this, can’t you?" Murong Guangfu imdiately added.
"That’s right! We’re not asking to be departnt heads. Just let us into the company to work our way up from the bottom," the other Murong descendants chid in one by one.
"It’s just a small favor for you."
"Aunt, Cousin, no matter what, we’re all family. Surely you wouldn’t refuse to help with sothing so small, would you?"
Only Murong Dawei remained silent. He was aware of Wu Tian’s true background. He wouldn’t follow Murong Ziqi’s plan; that would be a death wish. When Wu Tian decided to settle this account in the future, who among them could withstand his wrath?
"Cousins, are you really so heartless? You’d watch your own family live in poverty and refuse to offer even a little help?" Murong Ziqi asked, feigning distress. A smug look, however, was hidden in his eyes.
He planned to infiltrate the Qin Corporation with Murong descendants, one by one. Starting from the bottom, they would gradually consu the company until the Qin Corporation beca the Murong Corporation. Generally, anyone would agree to such a request, because it was a small favor. If they refused, word would get out that they were petty.
However, eting Murong Ziqi’s triumphant gaze, Wu Tian just smiled arrogantly. In his eyes, Murong Ziqi and his ilk were less than ants, smaller than sesa seeds. Enunciating each word with clear disdain, he said, "I won’t help. And what can you do about it?"
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