Chapter 822 - 825: Courting Death

Worship Supreme Treasure?

This sort of thing, Wu Tian could not accept.

But for people in the Immortal Emperor Realm, it’s nothing special; it’s like people in Earth City burning incense and praying to Buddha, the mentality is the same.

Wu Tian hadn’t said anything yet,

and the others were afraid Wu Tian would refuse. Among them, one old Crocodile was even pleading, being the first to walk up to Wu Tian,

"Could you allow us to worship the Supreme Treasure? If not, we won’t leave."

As soon as Crocodile said this,

the other elders were the same, nodding one by one.

Anyway, today they must worship the Supreme Treasure no matter what.

Seeing this, Wu Tian could do nothing but watch — he hadn’t intended to trick them, but they were asking for it themselves.

Wu Tian could only raise the Illusory Realm scroll high; seeing this, those people exchanged glances, understood something, and immediately knelt down in worship, fearing Wu Tian would change his mind,

eyes devotedly looking at the Illusory Realm scroll held up high by Wu Tian, the old generations like Crocodile,

immediately started bowing three times and kowtowing nine times, vying to be the most devout, the most likely to gain the favor of the Supreme Treasure.

Some people’s heads were swollen from the kowtowing,

some had broken skin, blood flowing freely.

Scenes like this seemed all too normal to Lady Sang Hai.

But for Qin Yuhan, born in Earth City, it was totally incomprehensible. To her, this group was just like patients from a mental institution in Earth City.

Lady Sang Hai suddenly remembered something, looking embarrassed,

Why had this group come here?

They came for her family’s illusion technique legacy.

But now?

Their focus was entirely on Wu Tian’s Supreme Treasure,

What was going on?

Sang Hai looked frustrated.

After the worship was done, the group including old Crocodile stood up,

Wu Tian looked over at the elders trapped within his scroll painting: "What do you all have to say?"

Those elders sighed collectively, sure enough, what could they do now?

"Mr. Wu Tian, I am willing to offer my fortune and ransom back my son."

"I am also willing to give you my family heirloom Luminous Pearl in exchange for my grandson."

One by one they spoke up, giving up their treasures, all for the sake of their descendants.

Hearing this, Wu Tian nodded in satisfaction.

Wars need funding,

and their money had indeed come just in time.

Wu Tian saw that Old Huang Pi hadn’t spoken, chuckling: "Old Huang Pi, you and your grandson can only have one live. How do you choose? You must tell me now, right?"

Old Huang Pi still hesitated.

The surrounding elders exchanged glances; if it were them, they’d choose to die so their descendants might live.

But as for Old Huang Pi, he is Little Huang Pi’s grandfather, shouldn’t he make such a choice?

But alas, he didn’t.

Old Huang Pi finally gritted his teeth and said: "I... I choose to live."

What?

The other elders were stunned.

"Good." Wu Tian could tell that Old Huang Pi was being genuine,

and at this moment, shook the Illusory Realm scroll,

finally, from within the scroll, a tragic sound emerged,

Old Huang Pi knew this was the sound of Little Huang Pi, it had truly died.

Old Huang Pi sighed.

"Don’t you want to avenge him?" Wu Tian suddenly asked amusingly,

"Dare not, dare not." Old Huang Pi quickly shook his head: "I definitely don’t have such intentions, please believe me."

Wu Tian nodded and indifferently said: "Remember, the day you seek revenge will be the day you die."

"Yes, yes, yes." Old Huang Pi nodded.

Wu Tian sneered inwardly.

The first to emerge from the illusion technique was Qin Yuhan, but around her, no one discussed this matter anymore, be it standing nearby adults or the elders,

or the young ones who had emerged from the illusion,

all were discussing Wu Tian’s Illusory Realm scroll.

"..." Lady Sang Hai felt heartbroken but still passed the legacy on to Qin Yuhan.

Now, Qin Yuhan was the only one talking to Lady Sang Hai; everyone else’s attention was on Wu Tian.

Wu Tian watched Qin Yuhan take the legacy and approached: "This Illusory Realm will be handed over to you too in the future. Now, obediently go home, it’s getting late."

The little one in his arms nodded and said: "Yes, it’s getting late. Daddy can’t wait to transform into a werewolf."

The surrounding people: "..."

Wu Tian felt frustrated, his daughter was truly embarrassing him.

But there was nothing he could do,

he couldn’t bear to scold her.

Wu Tian helplessly smiled and left with Qin Yuhan.

The sky was completely dark.

Back in the royal palace’s loft, Wu Tian wanted to say something to Qin Yuhan, but Qin Yuhan suddenly crossed her arms over her chest, treating Wu Tian like a predator: "No way recently, I want to cultivate illusion technique."

"..." Wu Tian was speechless: "I just wanted to ask if you were hungry."

"Oh." Qin Yuhan nodded, but still didn’t seem to believe Wu Tian.

Her arms didn’t come down.

Wu Tian felt crestfallen but knew Qin Yuhan had found her own path,

She liked illusion techniques,

illusion techniques, many people thought, didn’t hold much promise. But Wu Tian didn’t think so. If illusion techniques reach their pinnacle, they could certainly lead to attaining the Dao,

achieving Immortal Emperor status was possible.

The world’s greatest illusion technique, should it one day find Qin Yuhan, she would achieve greatness, gaining the qualification to seize destiny.

That night, Wu Tian could only embrace the little one to sleep.

Wu Tian was unhappy, he hadn’t spent several nights with Qin Yuhan,

The little one, with her sensitive instincts, could sense Dad’s grievance, she was upset,

Sleeping with me,

was it really so unhappy?

Mom is a woman,

I’m a woman too,

Why are you unhappy?

The little one snorted,

and so, that night, the little one kept kicking off the blanket,

Wu Tian continually helped her cover up,

not sleeping the entire night.

Though an entire night without sleep was nothing for Wu Tian,

constantly helping the little one with the blanket was still a hard job.

At dawn, the little one finally fell asleep,

Wu Tian got some free time,

as the day broke, Wu Tian donned a bronze mask and went to the Blood Refiners Guild.

"Did anyone visit me last night?" In the hall, Wu Tian inquired of Bo Gu and Meng Tian.

"Reporting to the esteemed Ancestor, last night, Old Huang Pi from the Huang Pi family came," responded Bo Gu: "Seeing that you were not here, he left."

"Mm." Wu Tian nodded: "Do you know why he came?"

Meng Tian said: "He did say something to me, seemed like he wanted to find someone for revenge, but did not know how and thus came to inquire of you."

At this, as the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, Wu Tian, below the bronze mask, smirked.

Old Huang Pi wanted to seek revenge on someone?

Others might not know,

but Wu Tian did.

This Old Huang Pi was not far from death.

...Early in the morning, before daybreak, Old Huang Pi was already leaving the inn,

"Today, I must wait for the Ancestor of Blood Refinement — he is knowledgeable and can certainly help me come up with a way to kill Wu Tian..."

At dawn, the street had hardly any merchants operating yet, only those selling breakfast dumplings were calling out,

Old Huang Pi got up and left the room, heading to the Blood Refiners Guild.

"Grandfather."

A Pangolin crawled out. He too hadn’t slept all night, saying: "Grandfather, I will go with you. I have something to ask the Ancestor of Blood Refinement as well."