All Chapters of The Immortal Emperor Returns for His Daughter: Chapter 11
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As for Arya, he remained seated at the dining table with a calm, unbothered expression — only the faintest crease forming between his brows.Several gun barrels were pointed directly at him, yet he felt no fear. His immortal body was beyond the reach of any firearm. That wasn't what troubled him.What troubled him was the fact that they had forced their way into his home, sent his little daughter into a screaming panic — and for a reason that made absolutely no sense.Assault and battery against seven people earlier that afternoon? That was when he had dealt with Danan's hired thugs.No — that had been self-defense, hadn't it?He was now being treated as a criminal for defending himself against men who had come to harm him? Labeled as the aggressor?Since when had protecting yourself from an unprovoked attack become a crime?But Arya understood exactly what was happening. He couldn't help the thin smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked over the assembled officers."
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At six o'clock the following morning, a black Porsche pulled up and stopped in front of Arya's rented home.A moment later, three people stepped out — two men and a young girl. The man who emerged first appeared to be in his early thirties, carrying himself with an air of quiet authority. He smiled warmly as he glanced down at the little girl beside him — a child of about five years old."Is this the place?" he asked his driver.The driver nodded without hesitation. "Yes, sir. After the news yesterday, your assistant Mr. Daniel provided the address. This is it."Thomas Hale — son of Robert Hale, the elderly man Arya had saved in front of the school — gave a small nod and studied the modest rental property before him, a slight frown creasing his brow."Is this where Kiara lives?" Viona asked, tilting her head in genuine confusion as she looked at the building. "Why is it so small? It's even smaller than the storage room at our house."Thomas opened his mouth to respond — but stopped wh
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At that same moment, inside the company's R&D research center, Evelyn stood watching her team with a quiet smile she couldn't quite suppress.She turned the small jar of vivid green cream over in her hands. The relief that settled over her was real. The formula Arya had handed her on that single slip of paper was no bluff — if anything, it surpassed everything her team had been struggling to develop on their own.She still had no idea how that strange man had known exactly what she needed, or why he had simply walked in and handed it to her. She didn't have time to think about that now.She looked toward the middle-aged man standing a short distance away. "Is it genuinely safe? No harmful side effects?"Arga, the head of Valen Beauty's R&D team, nodded — though his expression carried a trace of something closer to awe than simple confirmation."Safe doesn't even begin to cover it, President Evelyn. This formula is... it's brilliant. Given where modern science and pharmacology currentl
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At the city police precinct, inside a dim and windowless interrogation room, Arya sat with his eyes closed — perfectly still, perfectly calm. Then, slowly, he raised his head and opened his eyes. The door to the interrogation room was creaking open. Doyle — the captain who had arrested him the night before — stepped inside. He was fully geared up: bulletproof vest, anti-riot helmet, firearm in hand. Despite all of it, there was a visible tension in his frame as he looked at the man sitting quietly at the center of the room. Arya was younger than him by several years, and he looked completely at peace. That alone was enough to make Doyle's nerves pull taut. Honestly, the last place Doyle wanted to be was in this room. The bent handcuffs lying on the floor and the two ruined firearms scattered nearby were not things he knew how to explain — only things he knew he couldn't fix. Throughout the night, he had sent subordinate after subordinate in to interrogate Arya, to pressure him,
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"Deputy Mayor Daniel?"Fear and panic crept into Doyle's chest, but he forced himself to stay composed, rising to his feet to receive the man.He smiled. "Mr. Daniel, what brings you here? You should have called ahead — I would have prepared a proper welcome.""If I had announced my arrival beforehand, would you truly have welcomed me?" Daniel asked, his tone carrying a distinct chill."Of course!" Doyle nodded quickly, the brief flash of arrogance in his expression immediately replaced by something more cooperative and deferential. "A visit from Mr. Daniel is a rare occasion, so—""I don't need your welcome." Daniel cut him off, and this time his gaze settled on the corrupt officer before him with quiet, unwavering coldness."I'm here for the same reason as Lawyer Darren and this young woman. I'm asking you to suspend the arrest and investigation of Mr. Arya Ananta. Better yet — release him now."The smile vanished from Doyle's face. A shadow passed over it.In truth, with Danan's ba
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Watching the powerful figures arrive one after another, Doyle's mind went completely blank. He couldn't understand how any of this had happened. He had arrested a penniless man with no identity and no connections. That was all. How had that single decision brought this many important people marching through his door, one by one, demanding justice? "Mayor Thomas, this may simply be a misunderstanding..." Marius, the city's chief of police, said to Thomas, his face a mixture of disbelief and barely concealed dread. "I honestly don't know the full details of what happened. But please, don't worry — I'll take personal responsibility and investigate everything." "A misunderstanding?" It wasn't Thomas who responded, but Leonard, whose gaze had fixed on Marius with hawk-like sharpness. "If this were truly just a misunderstanding, why would my teacher personally ask me to intervene? He made it very clear — do whatever it takes to free his rescuer." "His rescuer?" Marius's expression shi
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When Marius heard the question, a flicker of irritation surfaced — but he pushed it down the moment he remembered just how far this situation had escalated. A mayor. A provincial Inspector General. This was not a routine disciplinary matter. Someone had to have given Doyle the push to do something this reckless, and whoever it was, they were still out there. With a slow, heavy nod, Marius said with quiet resolve, "Mr. Arya, you have my word. We will pursue this matter in full. As for Doyle—" He paused, thinking of the subordinate who had, until now, been one of his more reliable officers. He didn't know what punishment fit what had been done. In the end, he simply clenched his jaw, exhaled, and said it plainly. "He will face the consequences he deserves. Dismissal may be the least of it." "No!" Doyle, who had been listening from the floor, suddenly cried out and scrambled upright. "Sir, you can't dismiss me! I've given years to this department — years of hard work! You can't just
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Thomas seemed to sense Arya's concern and asked carefully, "Mr. Arya — are you worried about your family?" Arya stopped immediately and turned. "What happened to my daughter and my sister?" Seeing an opening, Thomas smiled and answered, "Nothing happened. They're both safe. We've already had your family moved to a secure location, so there's nothing to worry about. If you'd like to see them, I'd be happy to take you there myself." Hearing that, the tension in Arya's chest eased — and for the first time since the night before, he didn't refuse. "Alright then." Besides, if he kept declining Thomas's goodwill at every turn, he would start to seem ungrateful. Thomas looked pleased and moved to lead the way — but before they actually left, Arya paused and glanced back at Karina, who had been standing quietly to the side throughout the entire ordeal, looking like she wasn't quite sure where she fit in any of this. "Did Evelyn send you here?" Karina startled slightly at being address
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By midday, with the sun high overhead, Arya's group finally arrived at the place Thomas had been referring to. Awan Villa — a prestigious residential complex perched at the peak of Mount Wayan, accessible only to those with wealth and standing. Among the row of luxury villas that lined the slopes, Villa number one stood tallest and most imposing at the very summit: a four-story building sprawling across dozens of hectares of land. The cars pulled up in front of the gate. Arya had barely stepped out before a small figure came sprinting toward him. "Daddy! Daddy!" Kiara had seen him the moment the car door opened, and she ran without hesitation. "Daddy's finally back! Waaah — Ara was so scared!" "Oh, sweetheart..." Guilt settled over him immediately. Arya crouched down and gathered her into his arms. "I'm sorry. Daddy made Ara sad." "Huuuhh..." Tears streamed down her face as she pressed against him. "Daddy said he'd be back this morning — but he wasn't! Ara thought... Ara though
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Evening. When Kiara and Aruna had both fallen asleep, Arya stepped outside and stood in the stillness of the night. He closed his eyes and let his senses reach outward, feeling everything around him. After a long, quiet moment, he opened them again with a faint smile. "Remote location, a little far from the city center — but the spiritual energy density is noticeably better than in the urban areas. Still far from ideal, but it will do." He walked around to the back of the villa, where a small artificial forest had been cultivated, and settled into a cross-legged position on the ground, closing his eyes once more. Spiritual cultivation — immortal cultivation — was as natural to Arya as breathing. He had been the pinnacle of that world. From the foundational stages of qi training, through core formation, nascent soul, and far beyond, he had walked every step of that path since leaving Earth. He had reached heights where a casual gesture of his fingers could shatter stars. But the