Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 587 - 588 Another Ji Gong [Third Update]

An hour later, Wu Tian, Qin Yuhan, the little one, and Si’er left the restaurant. The eyes of Qin Yuhan, Si’er, and the others sparkled with excitement.

Si’er, in particular, said, "With these honest officials pleading for you, perhaps everything will be fine. My Royal Father won’t punish you."

"Heh heh," Wu Tian chuckled.

At that moment, the little one in Wu Tian’s arms was the only one who could detect the disdain he felt for the so-called King Xiuyuan.

His life! How could it be controlled by a king from some minor country in the Lower Realm? How ridiculous! How laughable!

The little one understood her father’s laughter.

I want to be invincible just like Dad. No one will control my destiny! The little one thought, clenching her fists with burning ambition while nestled in Wu Tian’s arms.

The little one felt that the Immortal Emperor Realm was the perfect place for her. If she had stayed in a city on Earth, she would be nothing more than a child prodigy, heading off to a foreign university at the age of ten. On the surface, that might seem like a great achievement. But such a life was ordinary, commonplace, simple, and most importantly, boring! More critically, life there was finite! No matter how much one practiced cultivation on Earth, the day would come when their life would end.

But the Immortal Emperor Realm was different. The spiritual energy here was immense, far surpassing that of Earth during the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Even the most desolate place here possessed more abundant energy than Earth had during the wars of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

I will become a master of this generation.

At that moment, the little one felt as though she and this world had become one, and any trace of homesickness vanished. Moreover, her intuition told her that her grandmother, grandfather, and other family members would one day arrive as well. She also believed that here in the Immortal Emperor Realm, she would meet the beautiful lady in white her dad called the Empress.

"I want meat! I want wine! Hurry up and give me meat and wine!"

Just as Wu Tian and his group were about to return to Duke Guang’s Mansion, they heard a commotion up ahead. There, a young man was crying as pitifully as a kicked puppy.

Curious, Wu Tian’s group went over for a look. They saw a young monk, about nineteen years old, but with disheveled hair and tattered robes, looking vastly different from any typical monk. The crucial point was that this monk was demanding to drink wine and eat meat. Not a single establishment on the street dared to sell him either. Unable to get his alcohol and meat, the monk grew distraught and began making a desperate scene.

"How can you all torment me like this?"

"Without wine, this monk will die of thirst!"

"Without meat, this monk will die of hunger!"

The onlookers on the street stared in utter amazement.

A monk? Can’t you just drink water and eat vegetarian food?

"What kind of monk is this?" Si’er shook her head. She had been educated by the royal tutor, Dao Zuo, from a young age. Although she didn’t agree with all of his views, some concepts were still deeply ingrained in her mind. For example, monks were supposed to chant scriptures, drink water or tea, and maintain a vegetarian diet. How could one drink alcohol? Or eat meat? Wasn’t that a violation of the monastic precepts?

But Qin Yuhan, the little one, and Wu Tian saw it differently. This monk immediately brought a certain figure to their minds: Ji Gong! As the saying goes, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart!" True compassion wasn’t about observing fasts and chanting scriptures; it was about bringing blessings to the common people.

The little one sized up the monk, her intuition sparking again. She called out, "My dad’s cooking is the best! For appetizers, he prepares four kinds of dried fruits, four kinds of fresh fruits, two salty-and-sour preserves, and four candied sweets."

"The four dried fruits are lychees, longans, steamed jujubes, and ginkgoes."

"Dad always picks whatever fruits are in season. For the salty-and-sour dishes, we have pickled fragrant cherries and plums with ginger slivers. And the candied sweets? Those are rose kumquats, aromatic spiced grapes, frosted peach strips, and sweet pear delights!"

Wu Tian chuckled to himself. When have I ever made something like that?

Qin Yuhan was also dumbfounded. This daughter of mine certainly has a lot of tricks up her sleeve.

Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan exchanged a look, both recognizing the lines from a novel by a certain Mr. Jin.

Sure enough, the little one continued, "And the main dishes? We usually have Flower Cooked Quail, Stir-fried Duck Feet, Chicken Tongue Soup, Stuffed Venison Tripe with Scallops, Mandarin Duck Fried Beef Tendon, Chrysanthemum Rabbit Shreds, Flash-fried Venison Leg, and Golden and Silver Trotters in Ginger Vinegar. And that’s just for an ordinary meal!"

"The wine... now that’s what’s truly extraordinary." Seeing the wine-and-meat-loving monk already drooling, completely unable to contain himself, she went on, "Wuliangye, Jiannanchun, ambrosial nectars of jade... you name it, we have it!"

Si’er stared blankly at the little one, then shot a stunned look at Wu Tian. As a princess, she had never heard of any of these things the little one was describing, but just hearing about them made them sound incredibly delicious.

"Please, I beg you, make them for me! I want to eat! I... this monk... I really want to eat!" The young monk suddenly threw himself before Wu Tian and burst into loud sobs. He had recognized at a glance that Wu Tian was the "dad" the little one was talking about. He had never heard of these dishes, but he desperately wanted to eat them. So, so badly.

"I..." Wu Tian had barely spoken a word before the monk lunged forward, grabbing his leg and leaving no room for refusal.

Wu Tian was speechless. Peculiar monks like Ji Gong were rare, and he had never expected to actually meet one.

"Please, I’m begging you! If you agree, I’ll stop crying," the young monk wailed pitifully, tears streaming down his face.

Wu Tian pinched his fingers together in a quick calculation. Discerning something, he looked at the monk with a trace of sympathy.

This monk’s fate is truly miserable!

Wu Tian then turned to the little one. "Darling, do you think he... is he qualified to follow me?"

"Yes, he is! He is!" the little one nodded enthusiastically.

"Alright!" Wu Tian trusted his daughter. He looked at the monk and declared, "From now on, you are the fourth disciple of the Heavenless Gate."

"Yes, yes, yes! But remember to give me meat and wine!" the young monk replied.

In Wu Tian’s Spiritual Sense, the monk’s name had already appeared on the Investiture of the Gods within the Nine Dragon Ring!

"Name: Dao Feng."

"Realm: Foundation Establishment Realm, Ninth Grade."

"Weakness: Cannot bring himself to strike a woman."

"Suitable Equipment: Ji Gong’s Fan, Crazy Monk’s Robes, Arhat’s Vanquishing Heaven Seal Cultivation Technique!"

Receiving this information, Wu Tian let out a soft laugh and took another look at the young monk.

Not a scrap of talent and no special physique... No matter who taught him, he would be a complete and utter waste. His Foundation Establishment Realm was reached only by consuming elixirs; he is completely incapable of cultivating on his own. He is lucky to have run into me. I didn’t expect him to have the potential to inherit the legacy of Ji Gong.

Wu Tian’s eyes lit up. He had no desire for Ji Gong’s legacy himself; he cared about maintaining a certain image. But this young monk’s shamelessness, so different from that of ordinary monks, meant he just might have what it takes to become another Ji Gong.

While Wu Tian was lost in these thoughts, Dao Feng, the young monk, was already smiling with delight. "Thank you, Sect Leader! Thank you, Sect Leader! Thank you, Sect Leader!"

Just then, a cold snort echoed through the air. Three figures were approaching. One of them was the Grand Princess Yi Ren, but the one who had just snorted was not her, but the young man beside her.