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

Under the spotlight.

Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze passing over the Foundation Establishment and Core Formation cultivators who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, and landing directly on the old man in brocade robes on the main seat.

Linghu Laozu slowly stood up.

The gazes of the two Nascent Soul cultivators collided in mid-air.

The spiritual energy in the hall seemed to freeze into ice in that instant.

The candlelight dimmed, the temperature plummeted, and a powerful pressure filled the air, sending shivers down the spines of all the cultivators present.

"Fellow Daoist Ye."

Linghu Laozu spoke first, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

"You've come uninvited; what brings you here?"

"Come and recruit your faction."

Ye Chen's answer was concise to the point of being blunt: "The Heavenly Dao Sect is newly established and lacks manpower. The Yellow Maple Valley has been established in the Yue Kingdom for a thousand years and has many disciples, which is perfect for my use."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the hall.

Several hot-tempered Foundation Establishment cultivators were already showing their anger. If they weren't wary of Ye Chen's strength, they would have already spoken up and rebuked him.

But Linghu Laozu laughed.

He didn't get angry; instead, he waved his hands to the left and right, signaling everyone to be quiet.

He slowly walked down from the main seat.

He walked until he was three zhang in front of Ye Chen before stopping. His withered hands were behind his back, and his small eyes were slightly narrowed as he looked the "young man" up and down.

"I have lived for eight hundred years and have seen many madmen."

Linghu Patriarch slowly said, "You are the first person to dare to single-handedly break into the gates of my Yellow Maple Valley and say in front of all the cultivators in my hall that you want to take over my Yellow Maple Valley."

"Fellow Daoist Ye, let me ask you a question... Do you have any sect background?"

Ye Chen did not answer, but simply looked at him calmly.

Linghu the Elder was not annoyed and continued speaking, "If you do not have a sect background, then I have a suggestion that you may wish to hear."

He raised his hand to signal everyone in the hall to be quiet, and then said in a loud voice:

"Fellow Daoist Ye is a genius. He has reached the Nascent Soul realm at a young age, which is extremely rare in the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom."

If you are willing to join my Yellow Maple Valley...

I am willing to bestow upon you the position of Supreme Elder, whose status is second only to mine. You may use all the resources in the valley and consult all the cultivation techniques and secret arts.

I am nearing the end of my life; at most, I will pass away in another three hundred years.

"Yellow Maple Valley will revere Fellow Daoist Ye. At that time, with Fellow Daoist Ye's cultivation level, I'm afraid no one in the entire Yue Kingdom's cultivation world will be able to rival you."

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators in the hall gasped in shock.

The hands of the Fairy Hongfu trembled slightly.

Li Huayuan looked at Linghu Laozu in disbelief.

The position of Supreme Elder is the pinnacle of power, second only to the Ancestor, and the promise of "being the most respected after my passing" is tantamount to handing over the entire Yellow Maple Valley.

Even Nangong Wan, who had been silent all along, showed a hint of undisguised shock in her eyes at this moment.

She was a kidnapped hostage, and the restrictions on her spiritual power had not been fully lifted. She stood beside Han Li, coldly observing everything.

She originally thought that this old monster from Huangfeng Valley would fight Ye Chen, but she didn't expect him to try to win her over.

Given Huangfeng Valley's millennia-old heritage, this treatment is undeniably generous.

Any Nascent Soul cultivator who came from a humble background would probably be tempted by such conditions.

A sect with a complete lineage means inexhaustible resources, secret techniques passed down through generations, and an unshakeable position in the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom.

Even if a rogue cultivator has a high level of cultivation, he will ultimately be all alone.

Despite the impressive scale of Ye Chen's founding of the Heavenly Dao Sect, it was actually weak inside, lacking foundation and roots, and didn't even know where its main gate was.

For a sect, the inheritance of its heritage is the most important thing.

Ye Chen looked into Linghu Patriarch's eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then smiled.

There was no mockery in that smile, yet it made Linghu Patriarch's heart sink.

"The Supreme Elder?"

Ye Chen said calmly, "Your Yellow Maple Valley is not qualified."

Linghu Laozu's smile slowly faded.

"I spoke with sincerity."

His voice was deep, and his withered fingers gently rubbed against his sleeve. "If you feel that the position of Supreme Elder is not enough, please feel free to make any requests."

"You think I'm negotiating with you?"

Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze so calm it sent chills down one's spine. "Old ghost Linghu, you've got it wrong. I'm not here tonight to negotiate with you."

I'm here to take over my Yellow Maple Valley. Starting tonight, Yellow Maple Valley will be merged into the Heavenly Dao Sect. There are no conditions to discuss; that's the conclusion.

"Whether you and the disciples in the valley want to leave or stay, you must first ask me, Ye... After all, Yellow Maple Valley already belongs to me, Ye."

Linghu Laozu fell silent.

No one in the hall dared to make a sound.

After a long while, he sighed and slowly loosened his hands behind his back. His aura suddenly surged, like a dragon that had been sleeping in an ancient well for many years suddenly opening its eyes.

Its aura was as vast as the sea and as deep as an abyss.

This is far beyond the reach of ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators in the hall involuntarily took several steps back, and those with weaker cultivation levels turned pale and were covered in cold sweat.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, are you determined not to let this end peacefully?"

Linghu Laozu's voice remained calm.

But every word seemed to carry immense power.

Ye Chen looked at him, a hint of interest finally appearing in his eyes.

Linghu Laozu's cultivation level was far beyond the early stage of Nascent Soul; the depth of his aura clearly indicated that he was already in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

But so what?

The others in Huangfeng Valley also noticed the change in their ancestor.

Their eyes lit up immediately. Their ancestor was actually this strong! You must know that among the seven sects of Yue Kingdom, only the Hidden Moon Sect had a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in charge!

Today, Ye Chen may never return!

Only the Core Formation elders remained solemn.

The Fairy Hongfu murmured, "What is the Ancestor going to do..."

"I have lived for eight hundred years, and I originally planned to spend the last three hundred years paving the way for Huangfeng Valley before burying these old bones in the yellow earth."

Linghu Patriarch fixed his gaze on Ye Chen, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

"I have always been cautious and never revealed my strength. No one in the Seven Sects knows that I, Linghu, actually entered the mid-Nascent Soul stage a hundred years ago."

This cultivation level was originally intended as a surprise for those old demons of the Six Demonic Sects, but unexpectedly, it will be used on Fellow Daoist Ye today.

He paused, then suddenly shouted sharply:

"Hong Fu! Lead the disciples of the Fire Seed Sect and evacuate immediately!"

Hong Fu gritted her teeth, bowed, and turned to retreat towards the back hall.

Dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators seemed to awaken from a dream and hurriedly followed.

Nangong Wan wanted to step forward, but Han Yunzhi gently pulled her wrist. She glanced at Han Yunzhi and didn't move.

Ye Chen did not stop him.

He had already laid a net of heaven and earth outside Huangfeng Valley, and not a single fly could get out. His gaze remained fixed on Linghu Laozu.

The air between the two had become distorted.

Visible spiritual energy ripples spread outwards like waves.

Crack!

The candles in the hall went out all at once.

Only the spiritual light emanating from the two of them illuminated the main hall...

On one side was the earthy yellow light emanating from Patriarch Linghu, deep and heavy.

On one side was the pitch-black divine power surging from Ye Chen's body, as dark as an abyss.