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

There was a three-breath silence.

Duan De silently handed the stove over.

His heart was bleeding.

His soul is wailing.

His chubby face was twitching.

The rhythms of the three are highly unified.

Ye Chen took the small stove, nodded in satisfaction, and uttered the words that Duan De would remember for a lifetime:

"Alas, it is my duty to suffer more losses and hardships in order to maintain peace in the Eastern Wilderness."

He paused, then added with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, when we meet again, I will surely bring you good fortune once more. Then we can drink and chat happily, which would be a great joy in this world."

"So you want me to pay for the drinks?"

Duan De blurted it out.

"Fellow Daoist, you've grasped the truth. We are indeed destined to meet, and it feels like we've known each other for ages." Ye Chen's smile grew even more sincere.

Duan De was so angry that he trembled all over.

Shameless, absolutely shameless!

How can there be such shameless people in this world...?

Wait, there seems to be one more.

Duan De subconsciously thought of his own chubby face, and then... he got even angrier.

After these two ordeals, Duan De finally learned his lesson.

He deliberately chose to venture into the most remote and secluded corners, hiding in remote mountain gullies.

I'd rather touch fewer treasures than ever run into that heartless boy again!

However, fate is sometimes unreasonable. He avoided Ye Chen but bumped into someone else.

In front of an inconspicuous mountain wall, Ye Fan was squatting on the ground, holding a throwing knife he had just dug out, his face full of the joy of finding a treasure.

Duan De's two small eyes lit up instantly.

This child looks harmless and his cultivation level isn't high either; he's practically a fat sheep sent by God himself.

He smiled and leaned closer: "Kid, this is a weapon, you can't handle it. Take my advice, this water is too deep, you can't handle it."

Ye Fan looked up and saw that fat face; his expression immediately fell.

He finally managed to put the page of golden book that Pang Bo sent into the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and then spent a lot of effort to pick up this spiritual weapon!

What happened? This fat guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

However, his current cultivation level was far inferior to his opponent's, so Ye Fan could only grit his teeth and hand over the flying knife, cursing under his breath.

Not long after, a blood-red bronze ring fell from the sky and landed right at Ye Fan's feet.

He had just picked it up and hadn't even had time to feel happy when that familiar laughter rang out behind him again.

Ye Fan: "..."

You son of a bitch!

They'll fleece any sheep they can catch!

Ye Fan grabbed the copper ring and ran away.

Duan De chased after him, laughing as he did so:

"Young friend, don't run away! That bronze ring is a demon in disguise; you can't hold it!"

One chased, the other fled. After circling several rocky mountains, Ye Fan suddenly stopped.

Duan De thought the child had finally resigned himself to his fate and was about to step forward to collect the copper ring when he saw a smile on Ye Fan's face that sent chills down his spine.

That smile was exactly like a hunter spotting his prey.

"senior……"

Ye Fan shouted behind Duan De.

"I cannot subdue this weapon, so I am willing to offer it to you, senior! Also, I just obtained three spirit weapons, which I have given to this Taoist priest!"

Duan De suddenly turned around.

She wore a moon-white long robe, was fifteen or sixteen years old, and had curved eyebrows and eyes.

That damned, heartless brat, when did he arrive?

Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, the mountain breeze ruffling his clothes, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly air.

But the smile on his face, in Duan De's eyes, was more eerie than a resurrected corpse in an old grave.

Fate is truly wondrous.

Ye Chen exclaimed, "Fellow Daoist, this is our third meeting. How wonderful!"

You vengeful spirit... you're truly a persistent ghost!

That scoundrel is still chasing me!

Duan De's face turned green.

"S-Senior, I really don't have any weapons on me this time!"

Duan De hurriedly waved his hand, then pointed at Ye Fan, "The weapon is in that child's hands!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's eyes darted around, and he cooperated flawlessly:

"Senior! I just obtained several deadly weapons, but this Taoist priest snatched them all away!"

Duan De jumped up on the spot: "Kid, when did I ever steal several of your items? Don't make false accusations!"

Ye Fan ignored him, his face showing complete innocence.

Ye Chen walked forward with a smile and patted Duan De on the shoulder: "Fellow Daoist, do you understand what I mean?"

Duan De struggled in his death throes, his eyes filled with a desperate will to survive: "Senior, I understand..."

"Fellow Daoist, why do you have such an expression? Do you think I'm bullying the weak?" Ye Chen sighed deeply.

"The dark aura above your head is an omen of great disaster. I took the weapon from your hand to avert this calamity for you. Don't let my good intentions go to waste."

Good intentions?!

Duan De felt his blood pressure had soared to a level he had never reached in his life.

So, your intention was to steal all my treasures?

But he didn't dare say a word.

The overwhelming aura of the Great Cultivator from the Other Shore pressed down like a mountain, making him have to be careful even when he was breathing.

"Fellow Daoist, don't say you weren't warned."

Ye Chen repeated the words that gave Duan De nightmares.

Duan De closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tremblingly pulled out three spirit weapons from his sea of ​​consciousness and handed them over.

His hands were shaking.

His eyes were red.

His heart... well, it's dried up, it's almost dry.

Today has been the worst day ever!

What a heartless bastard!

Ye Chen took the weapon, nodded in satisfaction, put it into the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and turned to leave.

After walking a short distance, he pulled out the throwing knife and casually tossed it to Ye Fan: "Ye Zi, keep it safe."

"Thank you, Dad."

Ye Fan caught the throwing knife and grinned.

Upon seeing this scene from afar, Duan De's eyes widened in disbelief!

If he hadn't felt that the coincidences were a bit too much and couldn't help but secretly follow them, he probably wouldn't have witnessed the father and son dividing the spoils!

Duan De looked at Ye Chen, then at Ye Fan, his expression shifting from shock to anger, and then to shame.

The ending is a tragic one: "I, Duan, have dominated the Big Dipper for half my life, only to be tricked by a father and son."

"Holy crap! You two... are in cahoots?!"

Duan De's voice cracked, "You've all teamed up to set me up?!"

"Fellow Daoist, you've discovered us. It seems I can't let you live today."

Ye Chen turned around, a half-smile on his face.

"Senior, you are mistaken! You are sincerely trying to help me get rid of this disaster, it's all for my own good." Duan De said decisively, his expression serious.

"It seems to be a misunderstanding. Now that you understand my good intentions and know that I am doing this for your own good, shouldn't you offer some thanks?"

What a load of bull! It's all for my own good!

Now you expect me to say something?!

Duan De's face turned red and his neck swelled up instantly!

This is absolutely outrageous! This is intolerable! Let's confront him!

Ye Chen remained calm and pointed at Ye Fan: "Fellow Daoist, do you know the background of my son? If you dare to snatch him, you will surely face a terrible disaster in the future."

Duan De was taken aback and looked at Ye Fan with suspicion:

"Could he... have some earth-shattering background?"

Ye Chen smiled slightly: "I'll tell you, and you'll be shocked. My son possesses the Ancient Sacred Body."

puff……

It's more like you're trying to make me laugh!

Duan Dehao almost burst out laughing.

I thought it was something else, but it turns out it's just the Ancient Desolate Body!

Unfortunately, circumstances are beyond one's control, and one's fists are no match for someone else's powerful father.

Duan De stared at Ye Fan for a long time, his gaze shifting from suspicion to disbelief, then from disbelief to admiration, finally muttering:

"Wow, it really is the legendary Ancient Sacred Body... How can such a physique still appear in this world?"

His face immediately fell again: "But isn't the Holy Body supposed to be unable to cultivate at all...? Huh?"

His gaze sharpened on Ye Fan, and he keenly sensed something.

"He is...