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

Ye Chen smiled.

Looking up to the north, my gaze travels over towering mountains and vast deserts, finally landing on a place called Tai Xuan Men.

There is a mountain called Zhuofeng, and on the mountain sits an old man who has been sitting there for who knows how many years.

That person was taciturn, of average talent, and inconspicuous in the sect, but he was one of the most underestimated people in the entire Shrouding the Heavens universe.

True wisdom appears as foolishness, and true skill appears as clumsiness.

The group walked further and further away along the mountain path, the setting sun casting long, thin shadows on everyone.

The little girl nestled on Ye Chen's shoulder and began to doze off again, muttering about her dreams.

I could vaguely hear a few words... "orchard," "grilled fish," "mom," "two," "older brother"...

No one knows what she saw in her dream.

"Father, there's something I'd like to ask you..."

When Ye Fan found his father, Ye Chen was sitting on a blue stone by the pool, slowly munching on a spiritual fruit.

The moonlight spilled onto the surface of the pool, creating shimmering waves that made him appear ethereal and otherworldly, as if he might ride the wind and depart at any moment.

The little girl was already asleep, curled up beside his knees, holding a half-eaten grilled fish in her arms.

"father……"

Ye Fan sat down beside him and remained silent for a while before speaking.

"Pang Bo... what about that old monster inside him? We can't exactly go out carrying a time bomb that could possess our teammates at any moment."

Ye Chen finished the last bite of the sacred fruit, casually tossed the pit into the pool, and watched the ripples spread outwards as he slowly said:

"Have you found out exactly who that old monster is?"

Princess Yan said that he was the nineteenth generation descendant of the Azure Emperor, the only surviving great power when the Azure Emperor's lineage was destroyed. His lifespan was about to end, and only a wisp of his soul remained.

He has only survived this long thanks to the nourishment of the demon god's bloodline within Pang Bo. He wants to possess Pang Bo, but Pang Bo's will is too strong, and he has not succeeded yet, so they are just waiting it out.

"The nineteenth-generation descendant of the Green Emperor."

Ye Chen repeated the name, a slight smile playing on his lips.

A powerful being who has lived for thousands of years is now reduced to a wisp of remnant soul residing in the body of a young boy. He can neither kill his host nor leave him, leaving him in a dilemma with no way out.

He was all too familiar with this situation…

The best targets for negotiation are the old monsters who are at their wits' end, because they have no bargaining chips, only the desire to survive.

Ye Chen stood up and patted Ye Fan on the shoulder:

"lead the way."

Pang Bo was placed in a stone house, his body covered with sealing Dao patterns.

He sat cross-legged on the stone bed, his eyes closed. His face was still the one Ye Fan knew, but there was an inexplicable evil look between his brows.

It felt like something was slightly wriggling under the skin.

Hearing footsteps, Pang Bo slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were as black as ink; Ye Fan almost didn't recognize them.

It's not that Pang Bo's appearance has changed...

His skin was bronze, his thick black hair cascaded down to his waist, and his features were still the same...

But her entire demeanor is completely different.

Pang Bo used to be a generous and honest man, and his smile was like that of a happy bear.

The person standing in front of Ye Fan now had eyes as deep as a cold pool, and a faint, wicked smile on his lips.

He exuded a sense of vicissitude, as if to say, "I have lived for thousands of years, and the joys and sorrows of you ants are nothing but fleeting clouds in my eyes."

"Pang Bo?"

Ye Fan tentatively called out.

"Um."

Pang Bo nodded, his voice hoarse and deep.

Do you remember the first time we met?

"I remember you were eating instant noodles in your dorm, and I pushed the door open to ask if you had any extra chopsticks."

Ye Fan was overjoyed; it seemed that Ye Fan was still conscious.

But then Pang Bo spoke again, his voice still hoarse, but with a hint of age that Ye Fan couldn't understand:

"However, that was thousands of years ago, and I don't remember the specific details very well."

"...Thousands of years ago?"

Ye Fan's smile froze on his face.

"cough."

Pang Bo suddenly coughed.

His expression contorted for a moment, as if two people were fighting inside him, then his voice suddenly returned to the loud, familiar voice Ye Fan knew:

"Ye Zi, don't listen to this old monster's nonsense! I'm only twenty-five! Twenty-five!"

"What?! Thousands of years ago?! This old man is trying to put his age on me! Have you no shame?!"

The next second, Pang Bo's expression returned to its weathered and profound look, and a hoarse voice came from the same mouth:

"Boy, I'm doing you a favor by lending you my body. Twenty-five years is nothing compared to the time I spent in seclusion back then."

"Then don't lend it to me! Go find yourself a coffin to lie in!"

"You think I don't want to? If it weren't for the demon god's blood flowing through your broken body, I would have changed my form long ago."

Pang Bo stood there alone, his expression changing every three seconds, his voice sometimes rough and sometimes soft, arguing with himself.

Ye Fan was completely dumbfounded.

He quietly took two steps back, leaned close to Ye Chen who was standing next to him eating sunflower seeds, and whispered in his ear:

"Father, what's going on?"

"One body, two souls".

Ye Chen spat out a sunflower seed shell, his tone indifferent.

"The nineteenth generation descendant of the Azure Emperor, an old monster whose lifespan is about to run out, has his primordial spirit parasitizing Pang Bo's body, nourished by the bloodline of the demon god."

Now the two of them share one body; whoever is awake speaks, and they occasionally argue.

"Is Pang Bo still able to come back?"

"able."

Ye Chen glanced at Ye Fan, "But we have to make that old monster stay in Pang Bo's body willingly, instead of forcibly removing him."

If separated, Pang Bo's demon god bloodline will stagnate, and the old monster will also perish—a lose-lose situation.

Ye Fan was silent for a moment, then said decisively:

"I'll go talk to him."

Ye Chen didn't stop him. He simply handed the sunflower seeds in his hand to the little girl next to him, patted the crumbs off his hands, and followed him.

Ye Fan walked up to Pang Bo, who was still arguing with himself. Before he could even speak, Pang Bo's expression switched to a weathered look.

The old monster scrutinized Ye Fan through Pang Bo's eyes, a wicked smile slowly spreading across his lips:

"Holy Body, what are you doing here? Do you want me to return your body to your brother?"

"No."

Ye Fan pulled up a chair and sat down, his tone calm.

"I'm here to discuss cooperation with you."

"cooperate?"

The old monster scoffed, "What qualifications does a junior who hasn't even broken through to the Dao Palace level have to discuss cooperation with me?"

Ye Fan remained silent.

Because he noticed that Ye Chen had already walked up behind him.

Ye Chen slowly took out a vibrant green lotus seed from his sleeve, held it up in front of the old monster, and waved it.

The old monster's expression froze instantly.

"Old Deng, do you recognize this?"

Ye Chen smiled kindly.

"...Green lotus seeds."

The old monster's voice suddenly lowered.

There was a subtle hint of awe in his hoarse voice.