Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 131 Mortal Realm Needs Demons

Wu Tian headed for Wudang Mountain, his footsteps treading the void. His anger transformed into a fierce snowstorm. Within Yang City, ice covered everything to a depth of three feet, and all pedestrians hurried home, daring not to venture out. The bizarre weather drew serious concern from the relevant departments.

With each step, he crossed an unknown number of miles and passed through countless cities. Wherever he went, snowstorms raged, and only after he left did they abate. Such strange climatic phenomena immediately became a hot topic on the news and social media.

At this moment, Wu Tian walked through the sky, the space around him filled with infinite pressure. His entire being radiated a deadly, dangerous aura. As he crossed roads, cars parked on the roadside would malfunction. As he crossed the wilderness, the birds and beasts would bow their heads in submission.

"Help... somebody help me..."

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, a child covered in blood was struggling to crawl along the road.

Hmm?

Wu Tian frowned slightly. The life or death of others was not his concern. He was no Holy Mother; the fates of all creatures were subject to the cycle of Reincarnation. But why was such a small child crawling through the streets, covered in blood? Such cruelty was something he had only witnessed three or four times, even in the Immortal Emperor Realm. To encounter such a sight in the relatively peaceful mortal world made Wu Tian descend from the sky.

He saw a child, probably five or six years old, in a pitiful state. His flesh was torn open, and he had been beaten to within an inch of his life. It was a miracle he had managed to crawl this far. An adult would have already died from such injuries, yet this child still breathed. This piqued Wu Tian’s curiosity. When he became curious about something, he had to get to the bottom of it, no matter what.

Wu Tian glanced at the child. The boy’s physique seemed no different from any other child’s. So, how had he held on for so long?

"Are... are you an Immortal?" the child gasped. "Can... can you help me get revenge on Wudang?"

What?

Wu Tian’s expression remained calm, but his brow furrowed again. Was this related to Wudang?

"Speak," Wu Tian said indifferently.

Before he had gone to the Immortal Emperor Realm, he had once admired Wudang. In television dramas, Wudang was always portrayed as a righteous and upstanding sect. After his return, Wu Tian learned that the world of Jianghu and its sects existed even in modern cities, and he had assumed Wudang was honorable and just.

But now, he was beginning to think otherwise.

"My little brother... he was... he was run over and killed by someone from the Wudang Sect. Today, they invited my whole family, along with two other families’ uncles and aunts, to be guests on Wudang Mountain. My parents, uncles, and aunts were all very happy, but once we got there..."

"A Taoist elder told us we weren’t allowed to say anything about what happened. My dad, uncles, and aunts all refused... My little brother and the other children can’t have died in vain. I thought so too, so we all said no..."

"But then that Taoist elder..."

The child’s words came in broken gasps. Before he could finish, he drew his last breath.

Wu Tian sighed. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"This world doesn’t need Buddhas!

What it needs... are demons!"

Wu Tian finally set foot on the stone steps of Wudang. At the same time, a Blood Mist began to enshroud the mountain, deterring any tourists from ascending. This fog was too eerie; who had ever seen fog the color of blood? They were even less aware that within the Blood Mist, an Asura was preparing to bring slaughter to the Mortal Realm.

***

Meanwhile, atop Wudang Mountain, in a normally scenic and tranquil area on the back mountain, the stench of blood hung heavy in the air. Two corpses, a man and a woman, lay on the ground with their eyes wide open in death. They appeared to be ordinary people. In their final moments, they had clung desperately to the Taoist guarding them, creating a diversion for their son to escape. When Wujizi returned, he killed them both.

Now, only four people remained alive: two married couples, their faces etched with terror.

"Well? Will you listen to me or not?" Wujizi demanded, his face ice-cold as he advanced on them. He brandished the True Martial Sword, which Lu Yunsheng had returned to him upon his arrival.

Lu Yunsheng had been driving too fast when he returned to Wudang and had run over three children. Wujizi knew he had to cover up this incident. Wudang was a prestigious and righteous sect, and he had high hopes for Lu Yunsheng as the next Sect Leader. If Lu Yunsheng’s reputation was ruined, Wudang’s would be as well. Wujizi absolutely could not allow that to happen. If he had no choice, even killing people was a small price to pay.

"You... how dare you!" one of the men roared, staring at Wujizi with pure rage. "You’re breaking the law!"

He never could have imagined the true reason the Wudang Taoist had invited them up the mountain. They were being forced to admit that their children’s deaths were their own fault and had nothing to do with Wudang. They never would have believed that the great and illustrious Wudang, a famed orthodox lineage, could be so vile.

Hearing this, Wujizi’s gaze turned glacial. "For the reputation of Wudang, this humble Taoist has no choice. I trust that if the heavens knew my reasons, they would surely forgive me."

Wujizi’s words only served to infuriate the two families even more.

"Keep dreaming! If there is any justice in heaven, you won’t be spared!"

"Taoist, the other priests at Wudang are decent men. What you’re doing will break their hearts."

"We have to get justice for our children!"

"Exactly! Is Wudang’s reputation more important than justice? No, you’re not doing this for Wudang’s ’face,’ are you? You’re doing this for your own! Am I right?"

The Wudang disciples guarding the area looked on, unable to bear the sight, but none dared to stand up and challenge Wujizi. On Wudang Mountain, Wujizi was a god; no one had the courage to oppose him.

The families’ accusations made the killing intent flare in Wujizi’s eyes. He strode forward until he was right in front of them, his sword already at their necks.

"I’ll give you one last chance. Agree to my terms, or you will die!" he hissed, his eyes like a venomous snake’s, so menacing that they couldn’t meet his gaze.

One of the middle-aged men, wearing a plaid shirt, let out a bitter laugh. "Die? Then let us die. My son is already dead, and you want me to hide the truth? How could I face him in the afterlife?"

Bastard!

This sentence enraged Wujizi. With a savage look in his eyes, he thrust the True Martial Sword forward.

SQUELCH!

The blade pierced the man’s chest, and the man in the plaid shirt fell dead.

Wujizi coldly withdrew the blade, noting that not a single trace of blood stained it. The True Martial Sword was truly a fine weapon.

The other Wudang Taoists couldn’t bear to watch and closed their eyes. They felt a wave of regret. They had come to this mountain seeking the Dao, but the scene unfolding before them made their faith wither. They regretted the decision they had once made.

"Your husband is dead. What about you?" Wujizi’s eyes were blood-red as he turned to the man’s wife. "So, will you agree to my terms? If you refuse, I’ll send your whole family to a reunion in the underworld."

Was he doing this for Wudang?

No.

He was doing this for Lu Yunsheng.

He wanted to ensure Lu Yunsheng appeared flawless in the eyes of the world. Wujizi could not, by any means, allow any outsider to learn that Lu Yunsheng had run over and killed three children. This was because Lu Yunsheng was not only his chosen successor but also his son. It was a secret that even Lu Yunsheng himself did not know, one that Wujizi had always kept locked away in his heart.