Immortality Starts With Investment

Elder He’s granddaughter clung to his arm, her innocent and vibrant aura radiating as her large, sparkling eyes gazed at Ye Chen with admiration. Once, while traveling with her grandfather, she had seen Yao Gu in an immortal city.

Yao Gu had clashed with several direct disciples from the Heavenly Intention Holy Land. Six or seven Nascent Soul stage cultivators attacked him together, only to be effortlessly suppressed by Yao Gu with a single gesture.

The sight had left a deep impression on the young girl. And now, her own Holy Son, Ye Chen, had surpassed Yao Gu despite being at a lower cultivation level. He was simply incredible. So, when she heard she could join Ascension Peak, her excitement was uncontainable.

Elder He, though helpless against his granddaughter’s enthusiasm, privately acknowledged Ye Chen’s strength. Her joining Ascension Peak wasn’t a bad thing.

As for the rumors about Ye Chen, Elder He was confident. As long as he was alive, Ye Chen wouldn’t dare act recklessly toward his granddaughter. So, with a resigned pat on her head, he gave Ye Chen an exasperated look. ”What do you want to know? Don’t ask me about True Immortal ruins or inheritances—anything related to True Immortals is beyond my ability to divine. Even attempting it would half-kill me. Opportunities tied to fate come at a steep cost, and there are all sorts of taboos. Divination isn’t as omnipotent as outsiders think. Think carefully before you ask.”

Ye Chen nodded. He had no need for opportunities—with his system, what couldn’t he obtain? Smiling at the girl with her Heavenly Spiritual Root and five-hundred-times multiplier, he turned to Elder He with a serious expression. ”It’s not about divining opportunities, nor does it involve True Immortals. I only want to know the whereabouts of my master and my father.”

Elder He nodded. ”One at a time. Give me their details. If you have anything imbued with their aura, it’ll make the divination easier.”

Ye Chen began with his master. ”My master is named Gu Yunyun, a sword cultivator. She had just broken through to the Golden Core stage when I last saw her, though I’m not sure of her current cultivation. She has a ninth-grade Golden Core. She enjoys drinking, soaking in hot springs, and loves peach blossoms…”

Elder He waved a hand to interrupt. ”Enough, I don’t need to know your master’s hobbies. Do you have anything personal that carries her aura?”

Ye Chen nodded and produced a sword talisman. ”This is something she left me. If I’m in danger and crush it, she’ll sense it.”

Elder He glanced at the talisman and gave a confident smile. ”With this, finding her direction will be child’s play.”

As he spoke, he grasped the talisman. Instantly, the entire palace seemed to stir, as if rotating with the sun and moon. The countless celestial runes on the floor began to glow with radiant divine light, resonating with the stars above through the palace’s structure.

A profound, mystical aura rose from Elder He’s body. Moments ago, he had seemed unremarkable, but now a starry river flowed behind him, forming a celestial crown above his head, as if a Star Monarch had descended.

After a brief moment, Elder He opened his eyes, his gaze calm and indifferent as he looked at Ye Chen. ”Sword Sect,” he said simply.

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Ye Chen froze. Sword Sect? The name sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

Seeing Ye Chen’s confusion, Elder He’s granddaughter spoke up timidly. ”Holy Son, the Sword Sect is a rare sword cultivation sect in Great Yan Continent. It’s an ancient great sect that once produced a Sword Immortal, making it a top-tier force in Great Yan Continent, just below the Holy Lands. However, it lacks an immortal artifact to anchor its legacy.”

The cultivation world spanned millions of years, with many achieving immortality and leaving behind their teachings. Yet, immortal artifacts were exceedingly rare, crafted from materials so precious they were nearly unimaginable. Even many True Immortals, long after ascending, still wielded sacred weapons.

True Immortals who could leave an immortal artifact to their sect were rarer still. A sect with an immortal artifact was virtually indestructible, unshaken even in times of decline, as no outsider dared challenge them. This was the foundation of Holy Lands, Eternal Dynasties, and ancient immortal families.

Sects without immortal artifacts, like the Sword Sect, often faded over time. If a generation failed to produce exceptional talent, they could fall into obscurity or even see their legacy extinguished.

Ye Chen smiled at the news. His master, such a remarkable figure, was clearly thriving out there. Joining a sect like the Sword Sect was fitting. Relieved, he turned to Elder He. ”May I ask, Elder, what is my master’s current cultivation level? And how is she faring in the Sword Sect?”

Elder He, noticing his granddaughter inching closer to Ye Chen, responded with a huff. ”You want me to waste energy divining such trivial matters? You know her location now—go ask the External Affairs Hall. Did you think the Heavenly Evolution Pavilions we’ve set up across Great Yan Continent’s immortal cities are just for earning spirit stones?”

Indeed, the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land maintained Heavenly Evolution Pavilions in nearly every immortal city in Great Yan Continent. Beyond generating income and expanding influence, their primary purpose was intelligence-gathering, ensuring the Holy Land was informed of any stirrings in the region. As a Holy Son, Ye Chen could simply inquire at the External Affairs Peak to quickly learn the details of his master’s situation.

Elder He’s logic was undeniable, leaving Ye Chen momentarily speechless. But his granddaughter wasn’t pleased. Frowning, she said, ”Grandpa, can’t you be a bit nicer to the Holy Son? He’s just worried about his master! He’s anxious because he cares. Don’t you understand?”

The smile vanished from Elder He’s face. Ye Chen, on the other hand, grinned, giving the girl an appreciative look. What a good girl, he thought. Once you break through to the Golden Core stage, I’ll grant you an immortal scripture to cultivate.

His granddaughter’s allegiance seemed to lean outward, and Elder He was at a loss. Seeing Ye Chen’s amused expression only soured his mood further. ”What about your father’s information?” he asked coldly.

Ye Chen thought for a moment before answering. ”My father is named Ye Tianhe, at the eighth layer of Qi Refining…”

Elder He listened patiently, but when no further details came, he frowned. ”And then?”

Ye Chen shook his head, a bit embarrassed. That was all he knew. He had only met his father once, in Silver Moon Market. By the time he returned to Green Cloud City, his father had vanished—alive or dead, no one knew. Truth be told, he didn’t know much about him.

Elder He’s lips twitched. ”You knew your master’s hobbies down to her love of baths, but for your own father, all you’ve got is a name and cultivation level? What a filial son!”

The elder was now even more convinced of the rumors. This Fourth Holy Son’s mind was clearly consumed by women, with no room left even for his own father. His granddaughter, so beautiful and innocent, would be in danger around someone like Ye Chen. No, he’d have to talk to her later. Ascension Peak was not a place for her.

Feeling a bit awkward about the scant information, Ye Chen produced a magical sword. It was a gift from Ye Tianhe, which Ye Chen had later passed to Lu Jing for a reward. He’d specifically retrieved it for this moment.

Elder He raised a hand, drawing the sword into his palm. Closing his eyes, he began his second divination.