Chapter 298: Chapter 300 Dreams [4/5]
"Elentary school?" Wu Tian’s brow furrowed. If he were the little one, he wouldn’t want to go either.
Anyone finds school interesting and novel the first ti they go. But after truly experiencing it, whether you’re a slacker or a top student, you want to leave. Of course, there are exceptions, like having a goddess (or a god) at school.
"I’m at my wit’s end with her. It’s all up to you now," Qin Yuhan sighed.
Murong Yezi also nodded. Wu Tian was the only man in the house; when difficulties arose, it was up to him to step up.
Wu Tian chuckled. He knew it was his ti to step in. He walked toward the little one, and the two forces of wind and cloud swept toward him.
This small amount of wind and cloud force was nothing to Wu Tian. The little one was exceptionally talented, but compared to the Empress, her cultivation was leagues behind. The gap was so imnse that to describe it as a ’vast distance’ would be flattery. If it were the Empress’s own forces of wind and cloud, the current Wu Tian wouldn’t dare approach so casually. But in his eyes, the little one’s power might as well not exist.
Wu Tian approached the little one. She was still cultivating with her eyes closed, looking as tranquil and lovely as a pristine, exquisitely carved porcelain doll.
She’s cute and beautiful. When she grows up, her looks won’t be inferior to the Empress’s.
Feeling the little one’s current progress on the Martial Path, Wu Tian nodded in approval.
"Speak to her," Qin Yuhan urged, noticing Wu Tian was spacing out. "Don’t just stand there staring. You have to be strict with a child when necessary."
Easier said than done. Although Qin Yuhan talks like that, I’ve never seen her be truly strict. Every ti she gets angry and puts on a cold face, it isn’t long before the little one charms her out of it.
Murong Yezi nodded, taking Qin Yuhan’s side. "Yuhan is right, son. You need to be strict when it’s called for. I’ve seen plenty of children. Take you, for example. At my granddaughter’s age, you seed like a blockhead by comparison."
This mother of mine... now that she has a granddaughter, she doesn’t even want her son anymore.
Wu Tian felt helpless. Murong Yezi and Qin Yuhan both hoped the little one would go to school and excel in every aspect, preferably becoming talented in both literary and martial arts. They knew of many child prodigies—famous scientists, physicists, biologists, and the like. Yet, compared to the little one, even their childhoods paled in comparison. The girl had already surpassed the category of a re prodigy; she was a monster.
"I know what to do," Wu Tian said with confidence. "As parents, sotis we have to be a bit strict for our child’s own good. But harsh thods are a last resort, to be used only when reasoning has failed. I don’t think we’ve reached that point yet."
He detested the idea of hitting children as a form of education. If words could work, it was worth spending a little more patience to use them. To resort to hitting a child to teach a lesson, without first exhausting every attempt to reason with them, would inevitably leave a scar on the child’s heart. Children have strong mories. They might rember such an event when they grow up, planting a subtle flaw in their character. Compared to a child’s entire future, spending a bit more ti on patient reasoning was nothing at all.
Just then, a sudden change occurred!
The forces of wind and cloud within the little one, which had been harmoniously cooperative, suddenly turned adversarial. The two streams of energy began to collide violently, causing the little one’s body to tremble.
"What’s happening?" Seeing this, the expressions on Murong Yezi’s and Qin Yuhan’s faces changed drastically, their faces etched with worry. They didn’t understand much about cultivation, but they could tell that the little one’s situation didn’t look good. The little one’s peaceful, cherubic face was now contorted in pain.
The trial of the Zongheng Scripture? Wu Tian’s expression turned ugly at the thought.
The Zongheng Scripture was suitable for female cultivators, and for most, practicing it posed no problem. However, only those cultivators truly valued by the Zongheng Family would ever face its trials. For those who withstood the trial, the Zongheng Scripture would transform. For example, the Empress’s Zongheng Scripture had evolved to command the power of ice in addition to the forces of wind and cloud. This ant the little one’s Zongheng Scripture, should she pass, might evolve to control sothing entirely different.
Wu Tian extended his finger, gently touching the little one’s forehead. The child couldn’t face the trial yet. Wu Tian’s goal was to interrupt it and postpone it for a later ti.
Wu Tian’s touch contained the power of his Heavenless Scripture. It caused the little one’s adorable long eyelashes to tremble before her large, innocent eyes fluttered open.
"Ow, my forehead hurts! Did soone just ambush ?" she asked the mont she opened her eyes.
"Silly girl, it was ," Wu Tian said, tenderly stroking the little one’s head, his heart aching for her.
This silly girl has no idea how much danger she was just in.
Scriptures were exceedingly rare. For instance, the Ji Clan of the Divine Clan possessed the ancestral Xuanyuan Scripture, which all their descendants practiced. However, they could only ever cultivate its surface aspects, never surpassing the original practitioner. Only by passing a Scripture’s trial could a cultivator carve out their own ’Dao.’ Such an opportunity was incredibly rare. Those who succeeded were destined for greatness, but those who failed were dood to beco cripples, beyond any hope of recovery.
"Hehehe." Knowing the person who "ambushed" her was her dad, the little one wasn’t angry anymore and even smiled brightly. "Dad, did you wake
up for a reason?"
But within that smile, there was a hint of wariness.
If Dad tries to make
go to elentary school, I’m definitely not going.
I can guess how my mother and Yuhan spoke to her. They probably said all sorts of things, like how she’ll beco illiterate if she doesn’t go, or how she’ll et lots of new friends if she does. They tried everything, but they missed the main point.
After pondering for a mont, Wu Tian asked, "Baby, what do you want to do?"
"I want to face-slap people," she declared. "I think face-slapping is an incredibly satisfying thing to do. I hope so idiots co and bother , just so I can teach them a lesson. I want everyone to know how amazing I am!"
As she spoke, the little one widened her large, sparkling eyes and looked at Wu Tian. "Dad, do you think my wish will co true?"
Always be the one doing the face-slapping, never the one getting slapped... Aside from the Empress, which woman in the world could truly achieve that?
But becoming an "Empress" is a long and arduous road. The hardships are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. It requires one’s own strength, not strength from external aid. In other words, Wu Tian ultimately couldn’t help her. If the trials weren’t overco by her own power, everything would be in vain.
Seeing Wu Tian remain silent, the little one felt her heart sink. She blinked, her voice full of grievance as she asked, "Dad... do you think I don’t have a chance?"
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