What’s Wrong With a Second-Generation Emperor Like Me Listening to Music in a Brothel?

I'm the strongest second-generation emperor, born invincible. All I do each day is loaf around and listen to music.

My father is a Great Emperor, and so is my mother. My birth drove them both into despair: my father stormed out, furious, while my mother shut herself away to cultivate in seclusion, too ashamed to face the world.

For twenty years, I've visited brothels, listened to songs, and married nine peerlessly beautiful Saintesses, all without cultivating. The world calls me useless, while my nine wives secretly swear: the day they become emperors will be the day they divorce me.

But they don't know that I don't cultivate because I was born absurdly powerful. They can't get pregnant, not because I'm incapable, but because they're too weak.

A hundred years later, my nine wives finally become emperors and decide to "reward" me with one night before they leave...

The next day, all nine are pregnant, and the world falls apart.

Meanwhile, foreign races invade the Immortal Realm, both my parents are defeated, and the Immortal Realm is on the verge of collapse...

They cry out to the heavens, "Quick, go get my good-for-nothing son!"

I set down my wine cup and sigh. I knew it. Being invincible is such a hassle.