Chapter 118: Never Offend a Luck Ability User

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Facing Ye Qingshi's gaze, Fang Can also understood its implication.

He subconsciously shook his head to refute: "How could a martial arts expert like the Great Yan Emperor die by drowning? What a joke! There must be another hidden truth!"

As he spoke the latter part, Fang Can grew even more confident.

He had a certain understanding of his own luck; killing ordinary people was one thing, but cursing a martial arts expert to death was not so simple.

There must be layers of conspiracy involved; the truth was surely not as absurd as the public report, and it might even involve internal power struggles within the palace.

'Besides, what does the Great Yan Emperor have to do with me? Whether he lives or dies is none of my business,' Fang Can muttered in his heart.

"Master, there is something you do not know," Ye Yonglie said. "Since the great chaos triggered by the horses trampling the Jianghu a hundred years ago, although the Great Yan bloodline has not been cut off, the imperial family has made a 【Restriction on Martial Arts Decree】 with the Jianghu."

"Restriction on Martial Arts Decree?" Fang Can said subconsciously. "The Jianghu people won, yet they still signed a Restriction on Martial Arts Decree? What kind of Japanese Emperor is this?"

"No, that Restriction on Martial Arts Decree restricts the royal bloodline."

"If a Great Yan royal bloodline member wishes to ascend the throne, it must be someone with no martial arts skills."

Ye Yonglie agreed deeply: "No one understands martial artists better than martial artists themselves. To climb to the peak, everyone becomes obsessed and prone to extremism."

"If a martial artist were to sit on the throne, to achieve mental clarity and ascend to godhood in the martial arts, who knows what obsessive acts the Emperor might commit?"

"Therefore, the current Great Yan no longer allows a Martial Emperor; they prefer civil struggle over martial conflict."

Listening to what Ye Yonglie said, Fang Can could not help but silently click his tongue in amazement.

In the storybooks he had read before, it was always the Emperor issuing a Restriction on Martial Arts Decree to the Jianghu people; he never imagined the situation would be reversed, with these martial artists instead putting a dog collar on the Emperor.

"Precisely because of this, while this generation's Emperor may have died by drowning, simply dying by drowning seems somewhat unlikely."

As Ye Yonglie spoke, he also agreed with the conspiracy theory; after all, being tripped to death under the protection of a group of martial artists was too ridiculous, and no dynasty in history had ever used such an absurd method.

After such an explanation, Fang Can suddenly felt a bit guilty.

Because with his luck, killing a martial artist was indeed difficult, but there were too many ways to kill an ordinary person.

Wind chill, a slip, drowning, stroke, cerebral hemorrhage...

Even if others tried to rescue him nearby, suffering disaster step by step and meeting calamity in every matter was little different from a living death.

More importantly, bad luck could cause someone to have no descendants.

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

Some people are just so unlucky that even if they have fertility, they can never produce offspring no matter how hard they try their whole lives.

Like the Wan family, they actually dared to intercept him under his hand, and since they couldn't handle it, they made things worse.

From today on, the entire family probably won't be able to produce a single child; it is too normal for the nine generations to slowly become extinct like this.

Of course, this is not even the worst; the worst is actually being able to give birth to a child.

Because it is very likely that the child you give birth to will be born an idiot, disabled, or a natural prodigal scoundrel...

All the kind that is a waste of medicine to raise.

Or perhaps your wife cheats on you.

Normally, you miss ten thousand shots, but that yellow-haired man might hit every single time, adding a dragon-phoenix twin to your family, and only when you are near death do you discover you have been a cuckold for your entire life.

It is still the same saying: it is best not to offend a Luck Ability User.

Otherwise, you might very well be unable to have children; even if you do, they might have no anus; even if they have an anus, they might not be yours; even if they are yours, they are hard to raise; even if they are raised, they are easy to squander the family fortune...

So compared to being cut like meat with a slow knife, just being unlucky enough to die might be the luckiest outcome.

Scratching his head with a bit of guilt, Fang Can could only pray that the imperial lineage posed no threat to him.

His luck was a passive skill; if he was cursed to death, he could only accept his bad luck.

'However...' Fang Can looked up at Ye Yonglie and said, "Since both the Emperor and the Imperial Prince are dead, who will inherit the throne next?"

Facing Fang Can's inquiry, Ye Yonglie scratched his head and said, "I don't know either, but the candidates should be very few, because most of the royal bloodline will probably be unable to resist cultivating."

"Now that the only commoner Crown Prince is dead, there are likely no candidates among the remaining Imperial Princes; only the remaining Princesses have a chance to ascend the throne."

"As long as they are not martial artists, the Great Yan does not resist a Female Emperor ruling, so this term will likely be ruled by a Female Emperor."

'A Female Emperor...' Fang Can felt Ye Qingshi's gloomy gaze beside him, and subconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth: 'The events that follow... surely have nothing to do with me, right?'

At this moment, inside the Golden Hall of the Imperial Capital, countless court ministers gathered together, their expressions solemn.

The Emperor and the Crown Prince dying on the same day since the founding of the dynasty was an act worthy of being recorded in history; if the true culprit is not found, it will likely bring infamy for ten thousand years.

"Minister of Dali, still cannot find the culprit?"

A man with a majestic bearing, wearing a python robe, fixed his gaze on the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple before him.

With his words, the gaze of all civil and military officials in the court focused on the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple, making him bitterly smile in his heart; after all, who else was he but the one doing this job?

As a judge of the ancient Supreme Court, ranking among the Nine Ministers, and one of the few Three-Turn experts in the capital, one of his inheritances was Time Reversal.

One branch of this allowed him, through contact with a medium, to see events that occurred within a limited timeframe.

Therefore, immediately after the Emperor's death, he saw everything that happened before the other's death through that swollen, waterlogged dragon corpse.

But no matter how many times he reversed time, ten or a hundred times, or how much he investigated, he could only reach the conclusion that the Emperor died by accident.

Yet everyone knew clearly that the matter absolutely would not be so coincidental; such a result could not satisfy the public; the Emperor, no matter what, was still the Emperor, how could he die so carelessly?

"Replying to Prince Qing, after my investigation, His Majesty indeed collapsed due to an accident, but the matter is absolutely not so simple."

The Minister of Dali clasped his hands and said, "Since those thieves dared to be so bold as to plot against His Majesty and the Crown Prince, they naturally considered our investigation; otherwise, it would be equivalent to suicide."

"Nonsense, who doesn't know what you are saying? There must be a corresponding inheritance to conceal the Heavenly Secrets."

A general clad in armor on the side snorted coldly, "But the problem now is who the culprit is."

"Whether it is your Time Reversal, borrowing the Soul Lamp to summon His Majesty's spirit to ask, or having a Daoist Priest divine and calculate, all point to His Majesty's fate running out and collapsing."

"Everyone here has a large family and great wealth; whose family doesn't keep a few one or two-turn martial artists from heterodox schools? Therefore, the culprit must be among us."

The general spoke quite rudely, but the few people present could not refute him at all.

Because they thought the same way.

These people were certain the killer was absolutely not from their own household, but beyond that, everyone looked like a suspect.

Even if they weren't the killer, they might still have lent a hand under these swapped-in-the-broad-daylight circumstances, fishing for some benefit.

(End of chapter)