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

"How do you have the Emperor's token?"

The old demon's eyes widened.

"Given by the Azure Emperor himself."

Ye Chen remained expressionless.

"Impossible! The Emperor Ancestor has already passed away..."

Are you sure?

Ye Chen sat down on the chair next to him, crossed his legs, and spoke casually.

"Have you been to the Yin Tomb? Have you seen the Desolate Tower? Do you know where the Azure Emperor's primordial spirit is now?"

Three questions in a row!

Every question was like a hammer blow to the old monster's head.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

In truth, he wanted to say, "Am I the grandson of the Azure Emperor, or are you the grandson of the Azure Emperor in this Eastern Wilderness? No one understands the Azure Emperor better than me!" But with the Azure Lotus Seed before him, the evidence was irrefutable!

He really couldn't say a single word...

"You haven't seen it."

Ye Chen answered for him, "But I have seen it. I have been to the Yin Tomb, seen the Desolate Tower, and seen the traces left by the Azure Emperor. This Azure Lotus Seed was obtained from there."

Why do you think the Azure Emperor would entrust his token to a human?

The old monster's pupils contracted slightly.

He didn't speak, but his eyes gradually cleared, and he was no longer as arrogant as before.

With Qinglianzi around, if he were to try anything against Ye Chen, the Chaos Green Lotus, an imperial weapon, would never tolerate it.

"Because your ancestors are still alive."

Ye Chen said calmly, "Trapped in the desolate tower, he is evolving the Immortal Realm single-handedly. If you don't know this, it only means you are not high enough."

"When the Green Emperor was born, one flower had five petals, and one lotus gave rise to ten thousand lotuses. He had countless imperial sons and grandsons. In the Great Emperor's eyes, a nineteenth-generation descendant was no different from a roadside weed."

The old monster's face turned extremely ugly, but he did not refute it.

Although it's hurtful, it's the truth.

Ye Chen stood up, walked up to the old monster, and continued speaking in a tone as if lecturing a junior:

"Let me tell you something else: the body you are inhabiting is my son's brother, and there is also a Heavenly Pivot Saint guarding the outside."

With just a word from me, a sage will take action, and your primordial spirit will be reduced to ashes.

The reason I can sit here and chat with you calmly is not because I'm easy to talk to... but because Pang Bo's body cannot live without you.

He paused, and his tone suddenly softened:

"So let's change our approach. You stay inside Pang Bo's body, teach him the Ancient Scripture of the Demon Emperor, and guide his cultivation. In return, you can share his lifespan and the essence of the Emperor's Heart."

A living emperor's heart, and a drop of his essence every year—that should be enough to prolong your life, right?

"When the Azure Emperor emerges from the desolate tower, I will personally petition for your merit... The Imperial Grandson's protection of the Holy Body and assistance to the Alliance—isn't that enough for you to be promoted?"

The old monster remained silent for a long time.

Ye Chen didn't urge him. He sat back down in his chair, placed the green lotus seed on the table, and let it glow on its own.

Silence is not giving up, but rather that there is no need to say more; Qinglianzi will speak for him.

Finally, the old monster spoke, most of the arrogance and evil in his voice dissipating, leaving only weariness and a barely perceptible wavering:

"What makes you think I should believe you?"

Ye Chen did not answer the question.

He stretched out his right hand and made a simple and easy-to-understand gesture... You have no choice.

"If you don't believe me, then go die."

The old monster closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

When he opened his eyes again, the evil look in them had completely disappeared.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be that complicated. I can transfer all my cultivation and memories to him, but there will be a few side effects..."

"What side effects?"

Ye Fan was stunned. Could there really be such a good thing in the world?

"It means I will lose my original memories."

Pang Bo added quietly.

"Damn it, you old monster, this is clearly possession!"

Ye Fan snapped out of his daze, suddenly realizing what was happening, and almost couldn't resist punching the old monster.

"Why go through all this trouble? By entering my Book of Reincarnation, you can continue to be Pangbo's protector and safeguard your beloved disciple."

Ye Chen smiled, and a book appeared in his hand.

"There's absolutely no need for that..."

The old monster felt a chill run down his spine. This was the first time he had ever seen this book of reincarnation, but his experience of living for thousands of years told him that this book exuded an evil aura.

Entering the Book of Reincarnation would likely result in a fate a hundred times worse than having one's soul scattered!

"Hehehe, you old fool, give me your cultivation, keep your memories for yourself. You're just giving away things nobody else wants. I'll gladly accept them, even if it's just for my master's wife..."

Pang Bo let out a strange, lewd laugh.

...Good heavens, the Soul Palace's Pang Bo! Ye Chen almost lost his composure.

"Deal with the terms you previously agreed upon..."

The old monster was helpless; he was completely out of ideas.

"That's more like it."

Ye Chen smiled and reached out to pat Pang Bo on the shoulder. "Elder Wan."

The old monster was taken aback: "What, Elder Wan?"

"Your new name, you are the grandson of the emperor, and you are parasitic in Pang Bo's body, which is equivalent to having a personal grandfather. I will call you Old Man Wan, and Pang Bo will also call you Old Man Wan. Doesn't that sound more intimate?"

Let me tell you a story about how fortunes change over time. Once upon a time, there was a great emperor named Yan Emperor, and he had an old man by his side named Yao Lao…”

...Emperor Yan? Who is this emperor? Am I too old to become a medicine master?

The old monster racked his brains in thought.

He still couldn't remember who Emperor Yan was, and in a fit of anger, he said:

"My name isn't Wan Lao!"

"So what's your name?"

The old monster opened its mouth.

Suddenly I realized that I really had no reason to refuse this name.

He was silent for three seconds, then closed his eyes. Pang Bo's body slumped forward, and when he opened his eyes again, they had regained the honest and warm look that Ye Fan was familiar with.

He looked blankly at his hands, then at Ye Chen and Ye Fan standing in front of him, and suddenly grinned:

"Ye Zi, why do I feel like there's an old man inside me?"

"Who are you calling Harden!"

A roar erupted from within him, only to be suppressed by his own voice.

"Alright, alright, from now on your body is my body. You're in charge of beating people, and I'll be in charge of teaching you how to beat people. A reasonable division of labor."

Ye Fan hugged Pang Bo tightly, patted his back forcefully, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Pang Bo chuckled and slapped back, nearly making Ye Fan vomit blood.

"Gently! Your grip is more than ten times stronger than before..."

"The cultivation technique was given to me by Elder Wan; I just learned it."

Pang Bo was beaming with pride.

Ye Chen smiled as he watched this scene, then turned and walked out of the stone house.

Outside the door, Yan Ruyu was leaning against an old peach tree. The moonlight fell on her beautiful and ethereal face, as if gilding her with a layer of silver.

Hearing footsteps, she turned her head to look at Ye Chen, her eyes filled with a complex and unfathomable expression.

"The emperor's grandson turned against you three times, but in the end, you persuaded him."

Her voice remained clear and cool, but now held a hint of curiosity.

"How much of what you told him was true?"

"Every single word is true."

Ye Chen remained expressionless. "It's just that some truths can be phrased differently, so that he can think in the direction I've set for him."

That's how people are. If you tell them the answer, they doubt that you're lying; if you guide them to the answer themselves, they believe it without a doubt.

Yan Ruyu remained silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter was very faint, but the corners of his mouth did indeed curve upwards.

"Our ancestors' perspectives can be really strange sometimes."

"And what about you?"

Ye Chen looked at her. "What's your judgment?"

Yan Ruyu did not answer, but turned and walked deeper into the peach grove. Her voice drifted on the wind and gently reached Ye Chen's ears:

"My assessment is that I am satisfied for now, and I look forward to the trip to the Northern Region."

Just as Ye Chen was about to speak, he suddenly heard the old madman's voice seemingly coming from the vast heavens:

"The Ji family has arrived, and they've brought with them an imperial weapon... the Void Mirror!"