Chapter 117: Never Offend a Luck Superhuman

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Never Offend a Luck Superhuman

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Facing Ye Qingshi’s gaze, Fang Can knew exactly what she was implying.

He instinctively shook his head and retorted, "A Martial Dao expert like the Great Derivation Emperor? Drown to death? What kind of joke is that? There must be a hidden story!"

The more he spoke, the more confident Fang Can became.

He had some understanding of his own luck. Killing an ordinary person was one thing, but cursing a Martial Dao expert to death wasn’t so simple.

There had to be layers of conspiracy involved. The truth couldn’t be as absurd as the official announcement. It was probably related to an internal power struggle in the palace.

’Besides, what does the Great Derivation Emperor have to do with me? It’s not my fucking problem if he’s dead or not,’ Fang Can grumbled inwardly.

"My Lord, there is something you do not know," Ye Yonglie said. "A century ago, the imperial court’s campaign to suppress the martial world caused great chaos. Although the Great Derivation bloodline was not extinguished, the royal family made a pact with the martial world: the ’Martial Restriction Order’."

"Martial Restriction Order?" Fang Can repeated instinctively. "The martial artists won, but they still had to sign a restriction order? What is this, the Emperor of Japan?"

"Not so. That order restricts the imperial bloodline."

"If someone of the Great Derivation imperial bloodline wishes to ascend the throne, they must be a person with no martial skill whatsoever."

Ye Yonglie added with deep feeling, "No one understands Martial Artists better than they understand themselves. To reach the pinnacle, they all become obsessive and are prone to extremism."

"If a Martial Artist were to take the throne, who knows what obsessive acts they would commit just to achieve a state of mental clarity or ascend to godhood through the Martial Dao."

"Therefore, the Great Derivation Dynasty will no longer tolerate a ’Martial Emperor.’ They want political struggle, not physical combat."

Hearing Ye Yonglie’s explanation, Fang Can couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement.

In the stories he’d read, it was always the emperor imposing restrictions on the martial world. Who would have thought the tables would turn so completely, with these Martial Artists putting a leash on the emperor instead?

"Precisely. That’s why this emperor could have died by drowning. However, it’s a bit unlikely for it to be a simple drowning."

As he spoke, Ye Yonglie also acknowledged the conspiracy theory. After all, for someone to die in an accident while under the protection of a group of Martial Artists was too laughable. No dynasty in history had ever seen such an absurd end.

After that explanation, Fang Can actually started to feel a little guilty.

Because with his luck, while killing a Martial Artist was difficult, there were far too many ways to kill an ordinary person.

A common cold, a misstep, drowning, a stroke, a brain hemorrhage...

Even with people around to help, to be plagued by disaster at every step and meet with misfortune in every endeavor was not much different from a living hell.

More importantly, his bad luck could wipe out a bloodline.

To put it bluntly, having children is a matter of probability.

Some people are just so unlucky that even if they’re fertile, they can fuck their whole lives and never produce an heir.

Take the Wan family, for instance. They dared to snatch something from right under his nose, then acted like sore losers and let things escalate.

From this day forward, it was likely that not a single child would be born into their entire family. It would be perfectly normal for the clan to just slowly die out.

Of course, that wasn’t even the worst-case scenario. The worst was if they actually managed to have a child.

Because it was very likely the child would be born an imbecile, disabled, or just a bad seed destined to squander the family fortune...

The kind that would be a waste of resources to even raise.

Or what if your wife had an affair?

Normally, you could shoot your shot ten thousand times and miss, but the other guy might hit the jackpot on his first try, blessing your family with twins. You wouldn’t even realize you’d been raising another man’s children your whole life until you were on your deathbed.

It all came back to the same point: it’s best not to offend someone with a luck-based ability.

Otherwise, you might not be able to have kids. Even if you do, they might be born without an asshole. Even if they have an asshole, they might not be yours. Even if they are yours, they’ll be hard to keep alive. And even if you keep them alive, they’ll probably squander your fortune...

So, compared to that slow-slicing torture, just being unlucky enough to die might be the most fortunate outcome.

Feeling a bit guilty, Fang Can scratched his head. He could only pray that the imperial line hadn’t threatened him in some way.

His luck was a passive ability. If someone was cursed to death by it, they could only blame their own misfortune.

’Still...’ Fang Can looked up at Ye Yonglie and asked, "Since the emperor and the Crown Prince are both dead, who will inherit the throne?"

Faced with Fang Can’s question, Ye Yonglie scratched his head. "I don’t know either. But there should be very few candidates, since most of the imperial bloodline can’t resist cultivating."

"Now that the Eldest Prince, the only mortal one, is dead, there probably aren’t any candidates among the remaining princes. That leaves only a few princesses with a chance to take the throne."

"As long as she isn’t a Martial Artist, the Great Derivation dynasty doesn’t object to a reigning empress. So, I’m afraid this time we may see an empress take power."

’An empress...’ Fang Can felt Ye Qingshi’s unsettling gaze from his side and his lips twitched. ’What happens next... surely has nothing to do with me, right?’

...

「At this moment, in the Imperial Capital’s Jinluan Hall.」

Countless court ministers were gathered, their faces grim.

An emperor and a Crown Prince dying on the same day was unprecedented since the founding of the dynasty. This event was sure to be recorded in the annals of history. If the real culprit wasn’t found, they would go down in infamy.

"Minister of Justice, have you still not found the killer?"

A dignified man in a python-patterned robe stared intently at the head of the Ministry of Justice before him.

As he spoke, the eyes of every civil and military official in the court focused on the head of the Ministry of Justice, who could only smile bitterly to himself. After all, this was his job.

As the judge of the ancient equivalent of the supreme court, one of the Nine Ministers, and one of the few Third Turn experts in the Capital City, one of his inherited abilities was Retrace.

A branch of this ability allowed him to touch a medium and see events that had occurred within a limited time frame.

Therefore, as soon as he had the emperor’s corpse, he had used the bloated Dragon Corpse to witness everything that happened before the man’s death.

But no matter if he retraced the events ten times or a hundred times, no matter how he investigated, he could only reach one conclusion: His Majesty had died in an accident.

Yet everyone knew things couldn’t be so coincidental. Such a result would convince no one. The emperor was still the emperor; how could he die so unceremoniously?

"Your Highness, Prince Qing, according to my investigation, His Majesty did indeed perish in an accident. However, the matter is definitely not that simple."

The Minister of Justice cupped his hands and said, "Since those villains were audacious enough to assassinate His Majesty and the Crown Prince, they naturally would have anticipated our investigation. To do otherwise would be suicide."

"Nonsense! Who doesn’t know that? They must have a corresponding inherited ability to obscure the truth."

A General clad in armor snorted coldly. "But the problem now is finding out who the killer is."

"Whether it’s your time retracing, using a Soul Lamp to summon His Majesty’s spirit for questioning, or having a Daoist perform divination, everything points to one thing: His Majesty’s luck ran out, and he perished."

"Everyone present here has a great family and a great enterprise. Which of you doesn’t employ a few First or Second Turn Martial Artists who follow unorthodox paths? Therefore, the killer must be among us."

The General’s words were incredibly blunt, but no one present could refute them.

Because they were all thinking the same thing.

Each of them knew the killer wasn’t from their own house, but beyond that, everyone else looked like a suspect.

Even if they weren’t the killer, they might have fanned the flames during this grand deception to secure some benefit for themselves.