Shrouding the Heavens: Simultaneous Transmigration, Heavenly Emperor's Stern Father

"Iron Slave, go and seize him!"

Dr. Mo's voice faded.

Han Li was startled!

Suddenly I remembered the presence of the third party that I had completely ignored after entering the house!

Doctor Mo's strategy was more sophisticated than his, but in the end, he was one step behind!

The "Iron Slave" was enormous, like a black shadow, and moved so fast that Han Li had no time to dodge.

His abdomen was as hard as a rock, and even an iron spike couldn't pierce it. His shoulders were held by giant hands, and Han Li struggled desperately, but it was like an egg hitting a rock.

His knee struck the Iron Slave's vitals, but instead caused him excruciating pain, making him see stars.

With a slight increase in the Iron Slave's brute force, Han Li collapsed to the ground.

The whole process was swift and efficient, a testament to the absolute difference in strength.

"Iron Slave, be gentle, I still have a great use for this man."

When Tie Nu was about to commit a brutal attack, Doctor Mo stopped him.

Why aren't they killing me? Han Li noticed this unusual situation.

Throughout the entire battle, he was puzzled. Doctor Mo always refrained from killing at crucial moments, and he knew that this was definitely not out of kindness.

The other party seems to need him to be "complete" or "alive" in order to refrain from launching a full-scale attack. What ulterior motive is hidden behind this?

Why should Dr. Mo save my life even if he is poisoned?

Han Li focused his mind, pondering a way to escape.

"Ha, they even prepared a breastplate!"

After finding the protective mirror on Han Li's body, Doctor Mo didn't say much, but solemnly took out a yellow wooden box.

Han Li was startled!

This box, carved with dragons and phoenixes, is extremely valuable, and the contents inside are extraordinary.

Doctor Mo opened the wooden box, revealing a strangely shaped silver blade, neither quite a knife nor quite a sword, curved like a crescent moon and as thin as a sheet of paper.

A cold light flashed, incredibly sharp, and the tip of the silver blade was inlaid with a ghostly head with a blue face, fangs, and tightly closed eyes, so sinister that it sent chills down one's spine.

Doctor Mo glanced sideways at Han Li, his silence more terrifying than any harsh words.

Was he going to use this knife to cut me? Han Li felt a chill in his heart. It seemed that his worst fear was about to be realized by this strange blade.

Han Li's face gradually turned ashen as he watched as Doctor Mo raised the strange blade high. Sunlight shone on the blade, making it gleam with a cold light and appear even more incomparably sharp.

It made his scalp tingle.

Han Li felt a sudden panic, but reason told him that since the other party had gone to such great lengths to capture him alive, they would not take his life without a word.

This is just a way to intimidate him.

So when he saw the sharp blade slowly falling from above and heading straight for him, he still gritted his teeth, remained silent, and forced himself to maintain his composure.

He only slowly closed his eyes when the blade was less than half an inch from his head and he could feel the chill in his hair.

A thought vaguely flashed through my mind, mixed with a bit of regret.

"Is the other party really going to kill me? If I had known this would happen, I would have begged for mercy; perhaps I could have saved my life..."

I am so young, and I really don't want to die without knowing why.

If my parents at home were to receive news of my death, I wonder how heartbroken they would be. Would they regret sending me to the Seven Mysteries Sect in the first place...?

With his life hanging by a thread, a jumble of thoughts flooded Han Li's mind.

In that brief moment, it felt as if I had tasted all the joys and sorrows of life, and I had a vague and inexplicable understanding of this matter of life and death.

But just as the strangely shaped silver blade was about to pierce him...

A hand reached out from the side.

The hand looked ordinary, even very rough, dark and cracked, with calluses as hard as iron, and the gaps between the fingers were filled with soot and iron filings, like the hand of a blacksmith.

But it was this very hand that casually gripped Doctor Mo's wrist.

Doctor Mo's expression changed instantly.

He felt a terrifying force coming from his five fingers, and his wrist felt as if it were being wrapped by a real dragon. His true energy froze and stagnated in that instant!

They couldn't even struggle.

"Who is it...?"

Before Doctor Mo could finish speaking, the owner of the hand walked past him without even glancing at him.

Ye Chen walked up to Han Li and looked down at the bewildered young man.

His face was dark, his body thin, and his eyes held panic, but more than that, they held a calmness—a calmness born from desperately searching for a way to survive in dire circumstances.

Her eyes were somewhat similar to Ye Fan's, yet also quite different.

"Han Li".

Ye Chen spoke.

Han Li was startled.

How did this stranger know my name?

"Don't be afraid," Ye Chen smiled slightly, "I'm your father."

Han Li was stunned.

They do look somewhat alike in terms of figure and facial features, but she looks much younger.

"Are you... Father?"

"Knowing you were in danger today, I rushed here."

Ye Chen interrupted him, casually making up an excuse, "Back then, I sent you to the Seven Mysteries Sect and went to seek immortality myself. It's a long story, I'll tell you in detail later."

He turned his head and looked at Doctor Mo, whose wrist he was holding.

Dr. Mo was already drenched in cold sweat!

The person who suddenly appeared before them was actually Han Li's father?!

When did it come?

Why don't I feel anything at all?

Doctor Mo tried circulating his inner energy three times, but there was no reaction at all, as if he were pouring a basin of water on a volcano.

This middle-aged man, who looks to be no more than thirty years old, has unfathomable strength. He is definitely a cultivator, at least at the seventh level of Qi Refining, or even higher!

"This immortal master..."

Dr. Mo forced a smile, but the wound on his face twitched, making the smile look even more like a grimace!

"I think there must be some misunderstanding... Is it possible to resolve this?"

"No misunderstanding."

Ye Chen's tone was calm, "You wanted to possess my son, and I just happened to arrive. That's all."

He let go.

Doctor Mo was overjoyed, thinking that the other party had been careless. He was about to say a few polite words before making a plan to escape when he saw Ye Chen raise a finger.

With a gentle tap towards the void!

There was no fluctuation of true energy or magical light on that finger; it looked like an ordinary finger.

But when that finger touched down, the air exploded with a loud bang.

boom!

A terrifying burst of energy erupted, and Doctor Mo's body flew backward dozens of meters like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the cliff face, scattering rocks everywhere.

He collapsed to the ground, his bones broken in countless places, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Crush them!

Pure, overwhelming power!

There were no tricks or techniques involved.

Ye Chen didn't even use his magic power, only his physical strength.

One finger could kill Doctor Mo!

Han Li was stunned. Was this still his dull blacksmith father?

"This blow was made on behalf of my son."

Ye Chen withdrew his finger, turned around, and looked back at Han Li, who was completely stunned.

"Come on, come home with me."

He patted Han Li on the shoulder, "Oh right, that... um, little green bottle of yours, bring it along too."

Han Li's pupils suddenly contracted.

The little green bottle was his biggest secret, which he had never told anyone.

How could my father, whom I haven't seen for many years, know this?

Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh when he saw the wary look in his son's eyes.

Don't overthink it.

He said, "Your father has been cultivating immortality for so many years, I must have some skills. That bottle of yours is a good thing, keep it safe, it will be very useful in the future."

Han Li was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Father, where are we going?"