Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Jellyfish and crabs... if their bloodlines were to undergo reversion, what kind of abilities would they possess? Would they gain Innate Divine Abilities, exclusive to Divine Beasts?

Bloodline reversion? Wu Tian thought, his eyes lighting up after a moment of consideration. Those words represent an incredible challenge. There are three ways to achieve bloodline reversion. The first is through diligent cultivation; upon reaching a certain realm, one’s bloodline can revert automatically. This method is the most stable, but looking at these jellyfish and crabs, how could they possibly have the time to cultivate to such a realm? I fear they would die long before they achieve it. The second method is to consume poison and teeter on the brink of life and death. There’s a small chance that, if one survives and is revived, their bloodline will change and begin to revert. However, the probability is far too low. The third is through blood refinement.

Speaking of Blood Refinement brings to mind Blood Refiners, a profession distinct from Martial Artists, Array Masters, and Fortune Tellers. The profession of Blood Refiner is likely the one with the fewest practitioners.

The story goes that, ages ago, there was a scholar who lamented the injustice of the Heavenly Dao. Some people were born entirely ordinary, while others inherited the special physiques of their ancestors. From the very beginning, their starting line was set immeasurably far behind everyone else.

And so, this man embarked on a long journey, seeking an answer. He observed Array Masters, Alchemists, and others, until finally, the words "Blood Refinement" came to his mind.

Unfortunately, he failed. He strived for his entire life without success, ultimately turning his own blood into Poisonous Blood and poisoning himself to death.

After he died, countless others like him stepped forward. They continued down his path, attempting to refine their blood, but they too died tragically, one by one. Not a single person succeeded.

Later, a woman finally succeeded. But as soon as she did, she sought out her enemies for revenge. She had refined her blood to match an ancient bloodline from the Ancient Era, but she had not cultivated. Without cultivation, where could she find the strength? Thus, she was struck down and killed by her foes, leaving behind no secret scroll to tell posterity how she had succeeded.

Afterward, still others attempted the path of Blood Refinement, yet no successful practitioners were seen. As a result, Blood Refiners became exceedingly rare. More and more people resigned themselves to their fate, believing they were mere commoners destined only for ordinary lives.

But there were still those who refused to believe in fate. They continued on the path of the Blood Refiner, hoping they could successfully refine their own blood.

It seems I need to find a Blood Refiner. I know nothing about the Art of Blood Refinement, Wu Tian sighed, looking at the jellyfish and crabs before him.

He then addressed them directly, "Stay hidden in the river and wait for my return."

"Yes, Master," the jellyfish, crabs, and others responded in unison.

Only then did Wu Tian depart.

When I face Zhan Sha on the battlefield, his troops will surely be stronger. My own troops, the soldiers of Si’er’s Xiuyuan Country, couldn’t withstand a single blow from Zhan Sha’s army. The soldiers of a Three-Star Power naturally cannot compare with those of a Five-Star Power. Therefore, I absolutely need my jellyfish and crab legions on the battlefield.

The guilds for Array Masters and Alchemists were quite famous; even ordinary citizens knew where to find them. But Blood Refiners, it seemed, had no guild. Being few in number, they preferred to keep their blood refinement a secret. They feared mockery for refusing to accept their fate. "Mortal blood is just mortal blood," people would say. "If you were born a chick, do you really think you can become a Phoenix?" Because of this, very few people knew where to find a Blood Refiner.

Wu Tian went to find Si’er, and she did know the location. As queen, Si’er had always striven to be completely aware of everything within her kingdom.

Following the address Si’er had given him, Wu Tian walked into a small alley in the royal capital. The main streets outside bustled with people, but the alley was deserted. The deeper he went, the quieter it became. Had an ordinary person walked through such an alley, they would surely have been unnerved.

The alley was only wide enough for one person to walk comfortably. It would be a squeeze for two people to walk side-by-side, and impossible for three—it was simply too narrow. The alley was so silent that the sound of wind swirling within it could be heard with perfect clarity, which only amplified one’s fear.

After walking for about an hour, he arrived in an open area filled with unattended trees, their overgrown branches reaching down to the ground. A carpet of yellowed leaves covered the ground, rustling with each step.

Here stood an ancestral hall built of stone, but it gave off the distinct feeling of a haunted house.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Tian stepped inside.

The main hall was deserted. The first thing he saw were rows of memorial tablets for the deceased.

Even if people found this place, they wouldn’t dare enter and investigate. It has the undeniable air of a haunted place, Wu Tian thought.

He had come here to learn the Art of Blood Refinement, and once he set his mind on something, no one could stop him. His determination was peerless. Never mind that the hall likely had no ghosts or monsters—even if it did, why would Wu Tian be afraid?

Meng Xue had once been an ordinary child, but her mother was murdered by thugs. Driven mad with grief, her father abandoned his business, vowing to practice Blood Refinement and cultivate the Martial Path. After much trial and error, he embarked on this new journey.

Because of this, Meng Xue transformed from an ordinary child attending private school into something else entirely. Her responsibility was to hide in the ancestral hall’s secret chamber. If anyone approached, she was to pretend to be a ghost and scare them away. This tedious life was not what she wanted, but thinking of her mother’s death, she knew she had no other choice. She could only hope her father would truly succeed in Blood Refinement and become a genius cultivator on the Martial Path.

In the dark chamber, Meng Xue would occasionally clench her delicate fists as she thought about why her mother died. She was very pretty. A beautiful face was usually a blessing for a girl, but sometimes, it could be a curse. It was Meng Xue’s beauty that had attracted the attention of a local bully. Her mother had died protecting her.

Mother died to protect me, urging me to run, she thought with a sigh. I hope that bully never finds me.

She peered through a peephole in the secret chamber and suddenly noticed a young man had arrived.

He looks to be about twenty, with a hint of boyishness still about him. He’s not some old monster who has cultivated to maintain a young appearance. The young man has a fair complexion and a smile on his lips as he enters the hall. He’s nothing like the others I’ve seen, who stumbled in by accident with faces pale from fear.

Meng Xue remembered her task and immediately began to play the part of a ghost.

An eerie voice echoed through the hall. "I died so miserably."

Inside the ancestral hall, Wu Tian chuckled. "So young, and pretending to be a ghost? It’s not very convincing."

He knows? Meng Xue furrowed her brow in the secret chamber. No! I’m in a secret chamber and haven’t gone out. How could he possibly know?

She tried again, her voice wavering eerily. "I died so miserably... I want you to stay here... to keep me company."

Any ordinary person hearing those words spoken in such a strange tone would have been scared stiff.

But not Wu Tian. He simply shook his head slightly and said, "Young lady in the pink dress, I already have a family. Asking me to keep you company? I’m afraid I cannot. I cannot accept these feelings. I... reject you."