A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality, I Become a God - Chapter 257

Chapter 257: Wu Hao Intervenes, Wen Juren Falls

“This kid—I thought he had some tricks up his sleeve, but I never expected him to actually know I was here. Well, he is my great-grandson after all. Wen Juren is definitely abusing his power a bit.”

Wu Li wasn’t wrong; Wu Hao had indeed been watching this scene from the shadows.

After hearing Wu Li’s words, Wu Hao sighed helplessly but ultimately chose to act.

Wen Juren didn’t hesitate or stop because of Wu Li’s warning—he continued to strike. In his eyes, as long as he could defeat Wu Li and avenge his son, no cost was too high.

After all, Wen Tianren was his only son and had reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm by a million years old. Without unexpected setbacks, he was on track to reach the Late Stage Immortal Emperor level, the same as Wen Juren himself.

If that happened, the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect would have two Late Stage Immortal Emperors, elevating their status in the Upper Realm to unprecedented heights. But now, Wu Li had shattered that dream. How could Wen Juren not be furious?

Before long, Wen Juren’s power was about to strike Wu Li’s body, and for the first time, a trace of tension appeared on Wu Li’s face. In truth, he was gambling on whether his great-grandfather was paying attention to this side of the fight. If his great-grandfather wasn’t watching, Wu Li might really die here.

Fortunately, at this life-or-death moment, Wu Hao finally appeared.

One second later, Wu Hao materialized directly in front of Wen Juren. Wen Juren was still caught off guard when Wu Hao lightly descended with a single palm strike.

“Get lost. How dare you bully my descendant.”

Before Wen Juren could even react, Wu Hao’s palm inflicted a grievous injury. Shock painted Wen Juren’s face as he stared at Wu Hao, trying desperately to recall a powerful figure who could match Wu Hao.

But no matter how hard he searched his mind, none came to him. After all, even across the entire Upper Realm, finding someone who could so effortlessly deal him a serious wound was almost impossible—perhaps even the Five Holy Lords couldn’t achieve that.

“Senior, your descendant laid hands on my son first. I’m just demanding an explanation. Isn’t this a little too aggressive on your part? How is this behavior any different from that of a Demonic Path cultivator?” Wen Juren said with a very ugly expression, trying to slap the label of “Demonic Path cultivator” on Wu Hao.

Wu Hao ignored him completely. Instead, he turned and looked at Wu Li, snorting.

“Didn’t I already tell you to be more low-key? Is this how you show low-key behavior?”

If not for his intervention, Wu Li would likely have died and been completely wiped out this time. And for a cultivator just at the Initial Stage Golden Immortal level to provoke a Late Stage Immortal Emperor—if Wu Li reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal, Immortal King, or even Immortal Emperor levels, wouldn’t even he find it impossible to withstand him?

Hearing his great-grandfather’s words, Wu Li scratched his head sheepishly and said, “…”

“Heh heh, Great Grandfather, wasn’t it that person who provoked me first? Besides, I was the one who obtained that thing first. He came looking for me and insisted on attacking me—I was just defending myself,” Wu Li said.

Nearby, Nangong Wan finally felt her anxiety ease when she saw Wu Hao appear. But for some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Wu Hao seemed to see right through her. Even though there’s no record anywhere in the Upper Realm about the Fate Eye, if Wu Hao knew the origin of her eye, would he attack her?

This thought sent a chill through Nangong Wan’s heart. However, Wu Hao clearly paid no attention to her worries. In his eyes, Nangong Wan was nothing special—she just relied on the Fate Eye to boost her luck and speed up her progress. By the Late Stage, the luck effect was minimal; the main factor was still the cultivator’s own strength.

Feeling backed by her Great Grandfather’s support, Wu Li suddenly felt confident again and let out a cold snort at Wen Juren.

“Hey, listen—I have no intention of killing your son. It’s just that your son kept being aggressive. I tried reasoning with him, and he was the one who started the fight first. How can this be my fault?”

At this moment, Wen Juren’s expression was extremely unpleasant, but facing Wu Hao, he didn’t dare say anything. Gritting his teeth, he could only say bitterly,

“You’re right. It was my son who caused you trouble. I apologize on his behalf. Let’s put an end to this matter here.”

Wen Juren stood up, apologized to Wu Li, then turned to Wu Hao and spoke extremely humbly.

“Senior, this matter arose because I acted without understanding the situation fully. I apologize and am willing to make amends. Please, Senior, have mercy on me.”

Wen Juren knew well that if he mishandled this situation, neither he nor the entire Ten Thousand Thunder Sect would come out of it well.

Although he didn’t know Wu Hao’s exact cultivation level, the fact that Wu Hao could seriously injure him so easily showed that Wu Hao was at least at the Immortal Emperor Pinnacle. Keep in mind, there isn’t even one Immortal Emperor Pinnacle cultivator left in the entire Upper Realm.

If Wu Hao got angry, even the Five Great Holy Lands wouldn’t dare to stand up for him.

Hearing this, Wu Hao snorted coldly.

“Didn’t understand the situation? I think even if you had understood, you’d still have chosen to make a move.”

Although Wen Juren thought he had hidden the hatred deep in his eyes well, in front of Wu Hao, nothing was concealed. That kind of person, if not wiped out thoroughly, would probably hide in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

So from the start, Wu Hao never intended to let Wen Juren live. To Wu Hao, the fate of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect behind him was no different from destruction.

After hearing Wu Hao’s words, Wen Juren was stunned and quickly replied.

“Senior, how could that be? It’s well known that our Ten Thousand Thunder Sect is a very reasonable force. If it truly were the fault of our sect, I would never pursue the matter,” Wen Juren said.

“Hmph. Since you dared to lay a hand on my descendant, then be prepared to be killed. Time to go,” Wu Hao said coldly.

Wen Juren immediately felt a bad omen, but how could he possibly fight back in front of Wu Hao? In an instant, he saw Wu Hao’s palm grow enormous right before his face, and then his consciousness plunged utterly into oblivion.

Watching Wu Hao so cleanly and decisively kill a Late Stage Immortal Emperor, Wu Li and Nangong Wan standing behind him were both deeply shocked. Of course, Nangong Wan’s shock was far greater than Wu Li’s.

Wu Li had known from the very beginning that Great Grandfather’s strength was superior to that of a Late Stage Immortal Emperor, so this was not entirely unexpected.

But Nangong Wan had initially believed Wu Hao to be only at the Late Stage Immortal Emperor level; after all, there was not a single Immortal Emperor Pinnacle cultivator in the entire Upper Realm at present.

Yet judging by the current situation, Wu Hao seemed to be more than just Late Stage—he was likely at the Pinnacle of the Immortal Emperor.

If Wu Hao truly was at the Immortal Emperor Pinnacle, wouldn’t this mean that the Upper Realm is now capable of producing Immortal Emperor Pinnacle-level powerhouses?