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

From unparalleled grandeur to the fear of death, ten thousand years pass in the blink of an eye; a mere ten thousand years of lifespan is far too short for them.

Because of the word "becoming an immortal," the world has taken on a different appearance. People either die or live a vile life. Even the greatest heroes will perish unless they cease to be great.

Therefore, from ancient times to the present, all those who sought immortality and to become immortals have cut themselves in half, hibernating in the Big Dipper, waiting for the once-in-a-millennium path to immortality.

This is the origin of the name "Burial Emperor Star".

"The fact that the Jade Snake Orchid can be ripened successfully proves that this method is feasible. As long as there is enough green liquid, it can revitalize the Bodhi tree and the sacred fruit of the Nine Wonders Immortal Elixir."

Ye Chen was filled with excitement.

He casually picked up a piece of Bodhi tree root on Mars, never expecting it to come in handy today. The remaining kernels of the Nine Wonders Immortal Elixir Fruit can also be used to ripen the fruit.

"Now, it's just a matter of time."

Ye Chen tended to the herb garden carefully, like an old farmer.

These are all his treasures, the foundation for his enlightenment, and he cannot afford to lose them!

"Xiao Han, you've done a good job lately."

Ye Chen looked at his son and nodded in satisfaction.

During this time, Han Li was cultivating the "Eternal Spring Technique" while secretly using medicine to regulate his body and counteract the poison he had been afflicted with.

At the same time, he secretly mentored his friend Li Feiyu.

With gentler medications and conditioning methods, the side effects of the "Marrow Extraction Pill" were gradually neutralized, allowing Li Feiyu's martial arts skills to reach a higher level and his lifespan to be extended.

Han Li also quietly helped the Seven Mysteries Sect resolve several external crises, repaying the sect's kindness in teaching him skills, and even witnessed Zhang Xiu'er and Li Feiyu's marriage.

"It's all thanks to Father, otherwise Zhang Tie wouldn't have been able to regain his intelligence."

Han Li was full of praise.

They thought that Zhang Tie was no different from a dead man after being refined into an iron slave by Doctor Mo, but unexpectedly, with his father's casual help, he regained his intelligence.

He became no different from an ordinary person.

With Han Li's guidance, Zhang Tie mastered external martial arts and decided to leave the Seven Mysteries Sect to roam the martial world, thus changing his fate.

"Zhang Tie's matter was merely something I did on a whim; consider it payment for your cultivation of spiritual herbs."

While Ye Chen was in seclusion cultivating and comprehending the Dao, Han Li used the Heaven-Covering Bottle to accelerate the ripening of the Heaven-Covering Herb for him.

"Father, what are the arrangements for the family? When can we enter the world of cultivation?" Han Li couldn't help but ask.

He desperately wants to cultivate immortality; he dreams about it all the time!

"Imitate Mo Juren's handwriting and write me a letter."

In order to fulfill his predecessor's last wish and allow his mortal wife and children to live a good life, Ye Chen plans to go to the Mo family mansion to receive the inheritance left by Doctor Mo.

After all, he is a kind person.

Dr. Mo, go with peace of mind. I will take care of your wife and daughters, so don't worry!

"How do I write it?"

"Write, die of disease!"

"Not a single word changed?"

"Not a single word changed!"

Ye Chennian, written by Han Li.

In the letter, Doctor Mo confessed that he was nearing the end of his life and repented for neglecting his wife and daughter in the past. Just then, his sworn brother Ye Chen returned from his cultivation journey.

He knew that Ye Chen was a man of noble character, resilient, and with a bright future, so he solemnly entrusted the foundation of the Jingjiao Society and the future of his four wives and three daughters to Ye Chen.

He earnestly requested that he take good care of the Mo family.

……

Lanzhou.

Ye Chen stood on the official road outside Jiayuan City, with the setting sun gradually sinking behind him.

Just as they were about to enter Jiayuan City, they heard the sounds of fighting on the way.

Beside the official road, in a dense forest, several carriages lay overturned on the roadside, their bodies bearing the insignia of the Jingjiao Society.

More than ten masked men in black were attacking three or five guards, and seven or eight corpses were already lying on the ground.

Ye Chen glanced around and knew that these guards wouldn't last much longer...

They were dressed in the outer robes of the Jingjiao Society, and even the most skilled among them were only second-rate in martial arts. The men in black were ruthless and deadly, clearly professional assassins.

Most cultivators would be too lazy to bother with such matters; the grudges of mortals are nothing more than ants fighting each other to cultivators. But Ye Chen is different.

"Fine."

Ye Chen moved swiftly, without using any magic, relying solely on his physical strength to pounce into the battlefield like a ghost.

His current physique far surpasses the imagination of ordinary people. Even without using any spiritual power, a single punch or kick is enough to shatter stone tablets.

The men in black didn't even see who it was before their vision blurred and four or five of their companions were sent flying, crashing into tree trunks with the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.

The leader's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted sternly:

"Which gang are you from? Dominating the manor, you'd better know your place..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Chen's hand was already on his chest.

There were no moves, no fancy techniques, just a simple palm strike.

The man's chest caved in instantly, and he flew more than three zhang away like a kite with a broken string, landing lifeless.

Seeing this, the remaining men in black dared not linger and scattered like birds and beasts.

Ye Chen didn't bother to chase after them and turned to look at the remaining guards.

"Thank you so much for saving my life!"

An older guard, clutching his injured arm, managed a weak bow. "May I ask your honorable name, benefactor? We will report back upon our return..."

"No need."

Ye Chen waved his hand, but his gaze fell on one of the carriages.

The carriage curtain was lifted slightly, revealing a pale yet beautiful young girl's face.

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a plain white dress, her hair disheveled, and there were tear stains at the corners of her eyes, but her eyes were surprisingly bright...

It wasn't out of fear, but because of the hope that suddenly arose after surviving the ordeal.

She jumped off the carriage, staggered to Ye Chen, and knelt down with a thud.

"My benefactor! Please save the Mohists!"

Ye Chen was slightly taken aback: "Who are you?"

"This junior is Mo Caihuan, daughter of Mo Juren."

The girl looked up, tears welling up in her eyes.

"My Mo family has suffered a great calamity. My father's whereabouts are unknown, and my mothers are struggling to keep the family afloat. However, the Jingjiao Society is beset by internal and external troubles, with Duzhu Manor and the Five Colors Sect closing in step by step... I beg you, my benefactor, to lend a helping hand. I am willing to serve you like a cow or a horse, a slave or a maid, and give you everything!"

She spoke quickly and urgently, as if she had finally found someone to confide in after holding back her words for a long time.

Ye Chen listened quietly, remained silent for a moment, and then reached out to help her up.

"You don't need to beg me."

He took out a pre-written letter from his pocket and handed it to Mo Caihuan.

"Take this letter back to the Mo residence. Your mother and the others will understand once they read it."

Mo Caihuan took the letter in a daze, looked down and saw the words "Respectfully presented by Mo Juren" written on the envelope. The handwriting was strong and powerful, and it was her father's handwriting.

"This letter was left by Dr. Mo on his deathbed."

Ye Chen's tone was calm, but there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes. "You should go back first. Tell the ladies in the manor not to panic, that I will take care of everything."

Mo Caihuan returned to the Mo residence with the letter.

The four ladies were devastated upon learning of the doctor's death.

Three days later, at the Mo family's mourning hall, the four ladies were dressed in mourning clothes. Madam Li held a letter in her hand, tears streaming down her face.

In the letter, Mo Juren confessed that he was suffering from a hidden injury that was difficult to heal and that he would not live much longer. He felt ashamed towards his wife and daughters and solemnly entrusted the foundation of the Jingjiao Society and his family to his sworn brother Ye Chen, hoping that everyone would regard him as themselves.

Madam Yan was the first to stop crying and calmly said, "My husband has never misjudged people. We should meet him."

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P.S.: I'll be updating at 3 AM tomorrow for a recommendation contest, so please stay tuned...

I don't know if it's the subject matter, the writing, or both, but this book is doing terribly. It's already 80,000 words and hasn't even made it into the first round of recommendations.