Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

The Monarch of Qin Country was furious. What on earth is wrong with this daughter of mine? Why can’t she be like the princesses from the other countries? When a sovereign commands a subject’s death, the subject must die. When a father demands his child’s demise, the child must perish. One must obey the commands of their parents and the words of the matchmakers. Her Royal Father wants her to enter a marriage alliance, so she cannot resist. And this Ye Qingxian... what is wrong with her? Does she want to be like Wu Tian, a person who scorns the rules and ethics of the world?

"What am I supposed to do?" Ye Qingxian asked, her expression calm and indifferent. "I don’t believe I’ve done anything wrong."

"What did you say? You defiant girl!" the Monarch of Qin Country roared. They were at the gates of the royal capital of Xiuyuan Country, with people coming and going, including other monarchs and Sect Leaders. He felt utterly humiliated. In his rage, he raised his hand to slap Ye Qingxian across the cheek.

Ye Qingxian dodged. The missed slap only fueled the Monarch’s fury. "Defiant girl! You dare to disobey your own father? Do you realize this is a grave sin of filial impiety?"

Rui’er seized the opportunity to add, "This gentleman is right. A daughter must be filial to her parents. If my own Royal Father and Royal Mother ordered me to die, I would obey without question."

Rui’er’s father and mother nodded, thinking how wonderfully well-behaved their daughter was.

When a father demands his child’s demise, the child must perish. This was the natural order of heaven and earth, the righteous principle of the mortal realm.

"Indeed," the other monarchs and Sect Leaders agreed one by one. "Ye Qingxian may be formidable, but she is grievously unfilial."

"A person like her cannot compare to Rui’er."

"Indeed."

The Monarch of Qin Country pointed a trembling finger at Ye Qingxian and bellowed, "I, your father, order you to kneel and admit your mistake! Have you no regard for basic ethics and principles?"

A scornful smile touched Ye Qingxian’s lips. "Whatever debt I owed you, I have already repaid."

"What did you say?" The Monarch of Qin’s eyes widened, his anger uncontrollable.

"In the year 3015 of the Qin Country, Baishan Country invaded. Their troops pushed straight to the capital, and it was on the verge of falling. It was I who turned the tide, defeating a superior force with only five thousand soldiers.

"In the year 3037 of the Qin Country, a first-rank minister harbored treasonous ambitions, throwing the kingdom into turmoil. It was I who saved the very foundation of our nation.

"And in the year 3039—"

"Enough! That’s enough!" The Monarch of Qin Country couldn’t bear to hear another word. He felt no guilt, only rage that Ye Qingxian was reopening old wounds and humiliating him.

"The debt has been repaid," Ye Qingxian stated righteously.

The Monarch of Qin Country was so enraged he wanted to lunge forward and slap his defiant daughter, but just then, Wu Tian, Si’er, and the others arrived.

Si’er spoke with authority, her voice cutting through the tension. "You have all come to our Xiuyuan Country, yet you cause a commotion before the city gates. What is the meaning of this?" A disturbance at the capital gates would of course not escape the notice of Si’er and her people. After learning the identities of those involved, Si’er had decided to intervene personally. Wu Tian, Qin Yuhan, and the little one, finding themselves bored, had tagged along.

At the sight of Wu Tian, the Monarch of Qin Country temporarily set aside his hatred for his daughter.

"Wu Tian, your timing is perfect," Rui’er’s father said, stepping forward angrily. "You owe us an explanation for this recent string of murders!"

"A string of murders?" Wu Tian was stunned. What was this all about? He had no idea what they were talking about.

"That’s right, a string of murders," one of the monarchs declared furiously. "My poor son! He may have liked to dally with women, but his actions were hardly excessive. Why did you kill him?"

The other monarchs nodded, each speaking up in turn. They described how good their sons and daughters were, how they weren’t truly wicked, and demanded to know why Wu Tian had murdered their children.

Wu Tian said nothing. He didn’t understand, so he met their accusations with silence.

Ye Qingxian’s brow furrowed slightly. "There is something suspicious about this matter," she said.

Some of the monarchs began to calm down, though others continued to clamor.

One of the more composed monarchs stepped forward. "Wu Tian, you are the prime suspect in these serial killings. Whether you did it or not, you must submit to a tribunal."

"Yes, a Joint Tribunal of the Hundred Nations!"

"In three days, the Joint Tribunal of the Hundred Nations will convene, and we will all interrogate you."

"That’s right," they all affirmed, their gazes fixed on Wu Tian.

Si’er’s brow furrowed.

"Rest assured, we will do our best to uncover the truth. We only ask for your cooperation," one monarch added.

"Right."

"Now, put on these shackles and come with us," another said. Yet another monarch was already holding a set of heavy shackles.

"You want to put me on trial?" Wu Tian’s voice turned ice-cold.

Instantly, a frigid chill filled the air. Everyone who drew a breath felt an icy shock that made their bodies tremble.

"What do we do?"

"He doesn’t seem to want to accept a trial."

"Don’t tell me he’s going to kill us all?"

The monarchs and Sect Leaders were gripped by a terrifying dread. Suppressing his rising panic, one of the monarchs swallowed hard and stammered, "We... we’re only doing this for your own good. If you aren’t the killer... then we... we can clear your name."

The other monarchs and Sect Leaders nodded hastily in agreement.

For my own good? A dangerous glint flashed in Wu Tian’s eyes. "You want to put me on trial just because you feel like it? And you call that ’for my own good’? Isn’t that just a waste of my time?"

"No, no, no," the others shook their heads, their spirits trembling. Another monarch quickly added, "If the trial proves your innocence, we will compensate you!"

Hearing this, Wu Tian threw his head back and let out a chilling, bone-deep laugh.

"What a joke. You want to try me, so you’ll try me? If I’m innocent, you’ll give me a few scraps as compensation? What do you take me for?"

Wu Tian was still smiling, but his expression was so cold and terrifying that everyone around him felt the hair on their bodies stand on end.

Even Rui’er felt a sense of ominous dread creeping into her heart. Could it be? Does Wu Tian not care about the so-called greater good? Does he not care about being branded a criminal? Does Wu Tian care about nothing at all? He just kills whenever he wants?

Some of the monarchs, terrified for their lives, began to cry out, "I will no longer seek revenge for my son’s death!"

"Right, I’m done with this!"

Their scalps tingling with terror, they prepared to flee. Wu Tian’s cold smile was like a glimpse into hell itself.

"Accuse me, and then try to walk away?"

Wu Tian couldn’t care less if they lived or died, nor did he care what chaos would engulf their kingdoms after their deaths.

Wu Tian knew only one thing.

I want to kill! And so you shall die!

He stretched out his hand. The Devouring Hand! This was one of the Martial Arts Techniques created by Wu Tian in his past life as the Wutian Celestial Emperor, another rare technique that existed beyond the standard ranks.

Instantly, an irresistible pulling force erupted from the Void.

"No!" The monarchs who had tried to flee were dragged back.

"Die."

Wu Tian’s fist shot out. The very space around them vibrated, and the fleeing monarchs were obliterated into Blood Mist, one after another. Not even their bones remained.

The scene left Rui’er and the others utterly horrified. They never imagined Wu Tian truly didn’t care about accusations or whether he was actually the killer. He had no regard for justice or truth. He just killed whenever he wanted!

Wu Tian’s direct and brutal methods sent a paralyzing fear through everyone present.

His cold eyes swept over them. "Now, I ask you, do you still suspect that I was the one doing the killing?"