Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 539 - 540 Emperor’s Dream [Third Update]

In the seed vault housing the time machine, several professors and doctors were already present. Wu Tian and the others were outside with Professor Zheng and Professor Li.

A voice rang out, declaring its owner to be a Disciple of the Martial God, startling the professors and doctors inside the vault. Who didn’t know the great name of the Martial God? A figure was already heading toward them.

With Wu Tian’s back to the entrance, the approaching young man didn’t see him. The man simply glanced at Wu Tian, Professor Li, and Professor Zheng, assuming they were just more academics. He strode past Wu Tian and entered the storage room.

Looking at the professors and doctors who had just been discussing how to activate the time machine, he said, "I’m taking this. Any objections?"

He wore a high-end pullover that appeared to be made of white tiger fur! The quality was clearly exceptional. His shoes, belt, and other accessories were obviously the work of a master craftsman. Such a person was surely of considerable means. But that wasn’t what mattered. What truly captured everyone’s attention was his claim to be an heir to the Martial God.

"Are you really a Disciple of the Martial God?" an old professor inside the room asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Of course I am!" the young man replied with an arrogant smile. "I am a descendant of the Wang Family of Taiyuan. Wu Tian’s father is Wu Fa, and Wu Fa’s second wife—the Martial God’s stepmother—is from my Taiyuan Wang Family. My name is Wang Renhuang, and she is my paternal aunt. My connection with the Martial God runs deep. One day, my aunt will surely introduce me to him. You could even say we’re cousins. He possesses thousands of Divine Techniques, and it’s highly possible I’ll inherit one or two. So when I say I’m an inheritor of his Divine Techniques, I am speaking earnestly. There is no deception."

After his speech, he added curtly, "Now, hand over the time machine."

The names in this generation of the Wang Family were all remarkable. There had once been a Wang Renjie, and now there was a Wang Renhuang.

At the doorway, the little one looked up at Wu Tian, giggled, and whispered, "Dad, is he really going to be your heir?"

"As if," Wu Tian scoffed. Wang Renhuang... Human Emperor. What an imposing name.

Unfortunately, the man didn’t live up to it. This Wang Renhuang hadn’t even awakened any special abilities, and his Martial Skills were a far cry from the Seven Saints of Dragon Country.

Inside the room, the professors and doctors refused. "You may have connections to the Martial God, but not even the Martial God has the authority to take the time machine."

"That’s right. Not unless the supreme leader grants him priority access."

"You... If you won’t show me respect, you’re disrespecting the Martial God!" Wang Renhuang snarled. Without a word from Wu Tian, he had already dragged him into the conflict. Gritting his teeth, he continued, "You call yourselves professors? Doctors? You’re all treasures of the nation, but let me tell you, the might of the Martial God is beyond your imagination. Offend the Martial God? Hah! Not even the Lord of the Four Seas could protect you."

Inside the room, the professors and doctors remained unyielding.

"How can I bow and scrape to the powerful at the expense of my own joy?" an elderly doctor said, his body trembling with anger, but his expression was one of fearless resolve.

"That’s right!"

"Well said, Old Xiao," the other professors and elders nodded in agreement.

They knew they were stubborn, a trait others saw as a flaw—that they were fixated on research and utterly inflexible. But in their own eyes, this was their greatest virtue.

"Fine! Just fine! Excellent!" Wang Renhuang’s voice grew hoarse with rage. He suppressed his fury and said, "Offending the Martial God never ends well. You all know that. The Sword Emperor offended the Martial God, and he died! The Sword Demon offended him, and he died too! Now, it’s your turn!"

Wang Renhuang prepared to make his move. Though his Martial Skills were lacking and he was a complete good-for-nothing, he was more than a match for a few old professors and doctors.

I’ll kill them all, take the time machine, and activate it! Then, I can travel through all of history! I’ll contend with Xuanyuan and become the true Human Emperor! I’ll defeat Qin Shi Huang and become the first emperor in history! After that, I’ll vanquish Emperor Wu of Han and slay Emperor Taizong of Tang, leaving my legend across the ages. I will be the one and only Emperor! Such was Wang Renhuang’s ambition.

Wang Renhuang approached the professors and doctors step by step, his face filled with killing intent.

The professors and doctors retreated until their backs were against the time machine. There, they stood their ground, forming a protective wall around the device with looks of firm resolve.

"If you want the time machine, you’ll have to step over our dead bodies."

"That’s right!"

Their defiance only fueled Wang Renhuang’s rage.

"You all deserve to die!" Wang Renhuang said coldly. "How can you not die when you dare to oppose the Martial God?"

"The first to die will be you."

Finally, Wu Tian entered the room, holding the little one in his arms. Kill people if you want to kill people. Why use my name to do it? And you dare claim to be my heir? If a man like this doesn’t die, who should?

When Wang Renhuang turned his head, the once-proud look on his face twisted into a priceless expression. His mouth fell open, wide enough to fit a golf ball. "Martial... Martial God? You... how are you here?"

Wu Tian ignored Wang Renhuang’s shock. He simply walked forward, one silent step at a time.

"You... you’re going to kill me?"

Looking at Wu Tian’s frosty expression, even if Wang Renhuang was a complete idiot, he would know that Wu Tian wanted him dead.

"I... I’m a member of the Wang Family, Great Martial God! We... we’re relatives! Your stepmother is my aunt! When your mother celebrated her grand birthday, my father even went to offer his congratulations," he stammered.

"Didn’t you just say it yourself? Those who offend me must die."

Hearing this, Wang Renhuang’s face turned deathly pale. He trembled and pleaded, "But... but we’re relatives! Please, just let me go this once! If I die, my aunt will be heartbroken, and so will my uncle... that’s right, my uncle is your father! He’ll be sad too. Cousin Wu Tian, please, let me off this one time. I’ll never abuse your reputation again, I swear! Please let me go!"

He fell to his knees before Wu Tian, calling him "cousin" over and over.

Wu Tian, however, studied Wang Renhuang closely, then began a quick divination. Heh. Pretending to be a gentleman to seduce women, only to abandon them once they’re pregnant. Using the Wang Family’s status to bully countless honest folk, some of whom, unable to bear the burden, jumped from buildings to their deaths...

Wu Tian’s eyes grew bone-chillingly cold. "Die."

My cousin? His cousin? Since when did I have a relative like that?

Wu Tian strode forward and lashed out with his foot.

"No!"

Wang Renhuang shrieked in terror. Was his dream of traveling through history and becoming an emperor for the ages about to vanish like a popped bubble?

"My... my dream of being an emperor!"

He fell to the ground. Struck by Wu Tian’s kick, his body shattered into nothingness.

Wu Tian then turned to look at the other professors and doctors. They were still guarding the time machine.

"Your spirit is admirable," Wu Tian said. "But it’s useless. You will hand the time machine over to me willingly."

"Impossible!" The professors and doctors shook their heads in unison. They would never hand over the time machine, not even in death. They refused to believe Wu Tian’s words.