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

Ye Chen remained silent for a moment.

He wasn't worried about Ye Fan...

With Ye Fan's destiny, even if everyone else dies, he won't.

He wasn't worried about Xiao Tingting either. With the old madman around, the Jiang family would never mistreat their own bloodline. He just had some indescribable feelings:

He had only gone into seclusion for a short time, and when he came out, there was only a crazy old man and a little girl who was still drooling at home.

It turns out that there's also the concept of empty nests in the cultivation world.

He suddenly understood what it felt like for parents who sent their children away on long journeys and sat alone in empty houses...

"senior……"

Ye Chen spoke, his tone calm, but his pace was a few decibels faster than usual.

"No matter how lucky Ye Fan is, he is still a Saint Body. If those demons have other ideas, he probably won't be able to handle them on his own."

We can't let Ye Fan really live a good life.

Step aside, you fairy, let your father do it first!

Ye Chen quickly began to calculate in his mind.

He is currently at the second level of the Dao Palace, which would be considered invincible in the mortal cultivation world, but in the world of Shrouding the Heavens, he is not worth mentioning at all.

Yan Ruyu was already at the Fourth Extreme Secret Realm, and she held the Supreme Emperor Weapon transformed from the Chaos Green Lotus in her hand.

Although Yan Ruyu's current abilities are far from enough to unleash the true divine power of the imperial weapon, and she cannot even awaken a deity, its power is still not to be underestimated.

If we were to force our way through, the risks would be considerable.

However, he is not without his trump cards.

Firstly, the green lotus seed retrieved from the Yin Pool was a token left by the Green Emperor himself, which the entire Green Emperor lineage had to acknowledge.

Secondly, there's the old madman.

If things really come to a head, we can certainly use this trump card...

A living saint is enough to make any power think twice.

The Azure Emperor himself is still trapped in the desolate tower. Currently, there are only a handful of his followers. With the arrival of a sage, even the most defiant Azure Emperor's lineage has to sit down and talk honestly.

"You are his father, so it's only natural for you to worry."

The old madman nodded, his tone indifferent.

Ye Chen squatted down and tried to pick up the little girl who was still fast asleep.

The little girl mumbled sleepily, "Uncle, hug me," and then wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on him so tightly that she almost made him stumble.

Ye Chen simply lifted her onto his back.

The little girl shook her head, then nestled on his back and fell asleep again, her breath even and warm against his neck.

Ye Chen then raised his head and looked at the old madman, his expression becoming more serious: "Senior, I am grateful for Tingting's matter."

The old madman waved his hand, his withered fingers drawing the last line of a dao (a type of ancient Chinese scripture) on the ground, then he stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

Having lived for six thousand years and witnessed countless ups and downs in the world, this little matter was utterly insignificant in his eyes.

He casually said, "I'm not often lucid, and when I am, I have to do what a saint should do. I'll protect as many of these children as I can."

"You're right, senior."

Ye Chen nodded, then changed the subject, "So... are you awake now?"

"He is still conscious."

"That's good."

Ye Chen lifted the little girl on his back higher and turned to look in the direction of Wei.

The mountain wind howled, causing his robes to billow. His gaze was sharp and resolute as he spoke in a deep voice:

"Now that you are conscious, senior, I would like to invite you to accompany me to the State of Wei."

"Going to get your son out of there?"

"Getting my son out of trouble is one thing."

Ye Chen patted the blue lotus jade pendant in his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"More importantly, the Tianxuan Holy Land needs to sit down and discuss an alliance with the Qingdi lineage."

I have the Azure Lotus Seed given to me by the Azure Emperor. They owe me face, but sometimes face needs to be backed by strength.

"I am currently at the second level of the Dao Palace realm. I might be considered a figure in the Spirit Ruins Cave Heaven, but I might not be enough to contend with the demon race of the Eastern Wilderness."

The old madman narrowed his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy pupils:

"You want me, this old man, to be your protector."

"What are you saying, senior...?"

Ye Chen remained expressionless and said seriously, "We're going to boost morale."

"If we can reach an agreement, that would be best. If not... I've heard that the peach blossom forest of the Xuan Yuan Sect is quite beautiful. Senior's martial arts have been idle for quite some time, so why not stretch your muscles and bones?"

The old madman fell silent.

"Ye Fan is the future hope of Tianxuan."

Ye Chen said, "Senior, shall we go together and have some noodles?"

The old madman glanced at him, a meaningful glint flashing in his cloudy eyes:

"Are you afraid the demon race won't give you face?"

"The Azure Emperor lineage still possesses imperial weapons."

Ye Chen readily admitted, "If a mere Dao Palace cultivator like me tries to demand someone's return, and they refuse to acknowledge it, I can't exactly reason with an Imperial Weapon, can I?"

The old madman slowly stood up.

His gaunt figure cast a long shadow in the morning light.

His voice was hoarse and calm, yet carried an unquestionable certainty: "I have cultivated for six thousand years, and as for martial arts, I am somewhat proficient."

"If the Chaos Lotus were to fully awaken, I would certainly retreat in fear. But if it is only being barely activated by a few junior dragon-transformation cultivators... it is not worth worrying about."

Ye Chen was certain.

What is the concept of the old madman's "some knowledge"?

He was a core disciple when the Tianxuan Holy Land was destroyed six thousand years ago.

Six thousand years later, he was a living saint that there were very few to be found in the entire Eastern Wilderness.

Such a being, if he says he's reasonable, that's just humility; if he says he's somewhat skilled in martial arts, he means that all those who don't reason have been brought down.

"Walk."

Ye Chen took the little girl's hand.

"Where to?" the little girl asked, looking up at the sky.

"Go pick up your brother Ye Fan, and while you're at it..."

Ye Chen paused, a cryptic smile playing on his lips, "I'll find you a mom."

"What is 'Mommy'? Can you eat it?"

"I can't eat it, but I can take care of you and your brother Ye Fan for the rest of your life."

"Then I'll take two!"

"That's ambitious," Ye Chen said with a smile. "But aren't two too few?"

The Great Way should not be so narrow, and fellow practitioners should not be so few!

...These young people nowadays are truly remarkable! When I was young, I was just like him... The old madman walked ahead.

The hunched figure receded into the morning light, its voice carried on the wind, bearing the weight of six thousand years of history.

"Hurry up, that fat Taoist priest, I always feel he's unreliable."

……

In the Wei Kingdom, behind Xuan Yuan Gate, in the peach blossom forest.

At this moment, Ye Fan was surrounded by more than a dozen female demons. The fragrance of peach blossoms mixed with the faint body fragrance of the girls made his face turn bright red.

Hmm... the Ancient Sacred Body has a lot of temper!

Qin Yao pinched his cheek and said to Duan De with a smile:

"Master, I am very satisfied with this person. You are indeed a capable person."

Duan De, beaming, rubbed his hands together and laughed:

"Since the fairy is satisfied, shouldn't you give me what you promised? Just one drop, a drop of the Demon Emperor's Holy Heart's essence blood will suffice."

"No problem."

Qin Yao was about to send someone to collect her essence blood.

Suddenly, a faint voice came from outside the peach grove.

"My son, Ye Fan, is he only worth a drop of his essence blood?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.