# Chapter 1707: Related to the Emperor Venerable
A blood crow circled above the moon, its enormous shadow covering the sky, stretching for thousands of li, nearly blotting out this small planet, casting a vast expanse of darkness.
In another stretch of the star river, a dragon horse galloped wildly, its hooves causing the starry sky to tremble violently. It was cultivating, practicing some overbearing and profound technique, gathering the essence of the nine heavens, inhaling and exhaling the divine radiance of the star river.
Further away, a big black dog muttered to itself mysteriously, its forehead shining brightly like a small sun. It walked back and forth across the sky in a human-like manner, sometimes shouting the name of Emperor Wu Shi, sometimes wailing loudly, insane and incomprehensible, leaving people baffled.
Within the sun star, a lightning phoenix bird was also in seclusion, reflecting rings of divine light that looked dazzling, casting ten different colors.
As for the floating divine island, it was even more filled with extraordinary phenomena. At the center of the island, an Enlightenment Bodhi Tree swayed with myriad radiances. A group of young people sat cross-legged, contemplating the great Dao.
On the cliff opposite, a small purple qilin lay dormant, as if about to ascend with rosy clouds and fly away. Dots of light rain fell—that was the Qilin Divine Medicine. Beside this immortal plant stood a young man like a divine king, with Dao talismans floating around him as he quietly breathed and meditated. A little girl less than two years old staggered about, climbing up and down, cute and mischievous.
When the old man from the Divine Organization saw this corner of the Heavenly Court, he couldn't help but sigh. How astonishing this was—so many talented individuals gathered together, two divine medicines taking root, such shocking foundation. The future of the Heavenly Court was bright and brilliant.
He knew that the Heavenly Court was far more than this; he had only seen a small part. At the very least, he had heard of Ye Tong, Yang Xi, the Human Demon, the Holy Prince, and others.
Accompanying Ye Fan were not only this old man but also the White-Haired Sword God. They walked together, leaving these two peerless figures speechless.
"This is my disciple. What is it?" Ye Fan asked.
"Very extraordinary!" The White-Haired Sword God responded calmly.
"Someone flowing with Kunlun immortal blood?" The old god narrowed his eyes but did not say more. No matter how much Ye Fan asked, he would not elaborate.
Little Pine was ethereal, almost immortal, his big eyes sparkling. But at this moment, he was a bit confused and left without understanding.
"What about taking this little girl as my disciple?" The old god smiled, pointing at Little Zi on the cliff.
"That's possible, but only if you teach within the Heavenly Court. You cannot take her away," Ye Fan said. For this daughter, he harbored a special feeling in his heart. He had seen ten thousand years of the future, and his heart still trembled. He could not let anything happen to the little one; they would never be separated.
The old god smiled. This was essentially blackmailing him into joining the Heavenly Court and working for it. He could only shake his head and say nothing more.
"Master, are you looking for that little brat? I brought him!" Huahua came in, dragging a huge piece of Immortal Source. Inside, the divine child was flailing about, cursing incessantly.
The White-Haired Sword God showed no reaction, but the old god's expression stiffened. He crouched down, staring unblinkingly at the divine child, divine light bursting from his eyes.
Clearly, his emotions were far from calm. He almost lost his composure as he took the Immortal Source into his hands, his breathing gradually becoming rapid as he gazed at the divine child.
Anyone could see that he was excited, and his emotional fluctuations grew more intense. His lips trembled, and eventually, he raised the Immortal Source high, adopting a reverent posture.
But the divine child showed no gratitude, ruining the atmosphere. He squinted and said, "Old man, who are you? How dare you disturb my peace?"
This was originally a fair-skinned, chubby little one, only about two or three years old, at an age of simplicity and innocence. But his speech was full of streetwise swagger, causing the old man's fingers to twitch.
"Hey, hey, hey, old man, be careful. If you drop me, you can't afford the loss. My life is more valuable than everyone in the Heavenly Court combined."
"Slap!"
Upon hearing this, Huahua directly slapped him and said, "If I don't discipline you for three days, you'll be tearing up the roof tiles. Haven't I taught you these past days? Are your skin and bones getting loose again?"
"Baldie, don't push me too far. I wasn't raised on threats. Give me twenty years, and I'll beat you until your head is covered in lumps!" The little fatty was full of bandit spirit, leaving the old god dumbfounded as he held him up, staring wide-eyed.
"Old man, you pervert, if you keep staring at my little birdie, I'll piss all over your face!" the divine child threatened. He was held aloft by the old man, positioned directly in front of him, and he was very unhappy, issuing threats.
The old god's face twitched. This was not what he had imagined. This chubby little thing was anything but innocent—he was like a little hooligan!
Huahua didn't care about any of that. He directly gave the divine child a beating, making the little fatty howl in protest, furious and indignant.
"Stop hitting him!" The old god quickly intervened, asking Ye Fan to find a quiet place for a deep conversation.
Finally, they chose a secret chamber, covered with layers of talisman seals to prevent any information from leaking. The old man's expression was extremely serious as he said earnestly, "Can you entrust this child to us?"
"No way!" Before Ye Fan could even respond, the divine child himself refused, shouting loudly, "Who are you, you perverted old man? I'm not going with you!"
"Huahua, take him out and let him go talk with Little Nannan," Ye Fan said.
"I don't want to go!" the divine child screamed in terror, struggling inside the Immortal Source. He would rather die than leave.
"How did his personality turn out like this?" The old god looked at the divine child, frowning. Could this still be connected to that person who overlooked the nine heavens and ten lands, standing proudly through the ages?
"Are you sure he is the one you're looking for?" Ye Fan asked.
"We can be certain. In the past, the Emperor Venerable left behind a divine statue. We performed deductions and reconstructed the appearance of his entire life, from birth to old age. His form can be identified," the White-Haired Sword God spoke.
"This little brat is the Emperor Venerable... a similar flower?" Huahua widened his eyes in shock, unable to believe it.
The little fatty blinked in confusion. "What Emperor Venerable? What does that have to do with me?"
The old god and the White-Haired Sword God immediately had black lines all over their foreheads. They couldn't respond and didn't know what to say.
"Him, the Emperor Venerable? That's a joke. Is the Emperor Venerable a fatso?" Huahua laughed heartily, completely unconvinced. Such disrespectful words made the brows of the two from the Divine Organization twitch.
The little fatty finally understood his own value and stopped being confused. He put on airs and shouted loudly, "I am the Emperor Venerable! You two, throw this baldie out and spank his butt until it's split into eighteen pieces!"
The old man and the White-Haired Sword God looked at each other, truly wondering if they had found the wrong person. How majestic and solemn was the Emperor Venerable, never smiling lightly. How could that lineage produce someone like this?
"Hehe!" Huahua laughed strangely, moving like lightning as he mercilessly beat the divine child. "So the Emperor Venerable is like this, huh? You dead fatty, let me have some fun first. Later, when I tell people, I'll have face—the Emperor Venerable, that fatty, was beaten by me!"
"Wah! I'll fight you to the death! Don't force me to shatter the Immortal Source. Once I come out and cultivate, I'll suppress all of you!" the little fatty threatened.
This pair of clowns was both amusing and exasperating.
When Ye Fan had Huahua take the little fatty out, the old man revealed the truth: the divine child was not a flower similar to the Emperor Venerable, but very likely the Emperor Venerable's offspring—his only descendant.
"In those days, it was said that the Heavenly Court had a young master, but no one had ever seen him. Until the Emperor Venerable fell, he never appeared."
For the sake of this rumor, the Divine Organization had searched for ten thousand years, visiting many ruins, piecing together countless fragments of history. In this generation, they finally confirmed that this bloodline had fallen into Ye Fan's hands.
Ye Fan stroked his chin. He had probed the little fatty's sea of consciousness. It was mostly blank, with only fragments about Earth—the wailing of sentient beings and grand sacrificial sounds, as if burying an ancient emperor.
If this were true, how shocking would it be? The offspring of the Emperor Venerable—a bloodline that defies the heavens!
"If he is the Emperor Venerable's bloodline, why is there no immortal scripture in his sea of consciousness, nor any of his instructions?" Ye Fan asked.
"Perhaps the Emperor Venerable firmly believed that his child would one day surpass him and saw no need to leave him an immortal scripture," the old man said, recalling records in ancient texts, becoming more convinced that the Emperor Venerable was that kind of person.
Ye Fan pondered, feeling that something was off. He reserved his judgment on the little fatty's true origin.
"Master, something terrible has happened!" At that moment, Huahua rushed in, a look of anxiety on his face. "Senior Brother Ye Tong has been severely injured!"
Ye Fan stood up abruptly and strode out. From a distance, he saw Ye Tong sitting cross-legged under the Enlightenment Bodhi Tree, covered in blood, his brow dim, his blood energy steaming. He was using the Presence Secret to heal his wounds.
Inside his body, a black aura gathered without dispersing, difficult to expel. It corroded his primordial spirit and flesh and blood, hard to eradicate in a short time.
Ye Fan stepped forward, reached out a finger, and a ray of immortal light entered Ye Tong's body. Using supreme power, he suppressed the black aura and, after a moment, forcibly extracted it.
"The Dark Demon God, formerly the third divine general under the Immortal Emperor. I never thought he was still alive!" The old man's expression turned grave.
The Phoenix Nest was making its move, trying to secretly eliminate several of the Heavenly Court's most promising figures. Even the Dark Demon God had emerged, personally attacking Ye Tong.
"It's time. We must settle this once and for all with the Phoenix Nest!" Ye Fan said coldly.