Immortality Starts With Investment

The anticipated clash of prodigies began. Everyone expected a fierce, evenly matched battle between top-tier talents, one that might drag on for hours. Some quick-witted Sword Sect members had already pulled out recording stones, eager to capture every moment. A clear, comprehensive recording could fetch a hefty price.

After all, prodigy battles were a crowd favorite. In Great Yan Continent, one major faction specialized in duplicating recording stones, raking in fortunes by selling footage of epic clashes between powerhouses and prodigies. They paid top coin for original recordings, especially from multiple angles, then mass-produced them for sale. This lured cultivators to risk getting caught in the crossfire just to spectate, some even becoming seasoned commentators, gaining fame for their insightful play-by-play.

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The thunder sea roared, its azure dragon ferocious, but Ye Chen’s expression didn’t waver. His Imperial Dragon Qi, with its unmatched offensive might, shattered everything in its path. Back when he fought Yao Gu, his Imperial Dragon Qi was merely at the beginner stage, yet it had crushed Yao Gu’s body multiple times. Now, it was even stronger. Even with Ying Tianjing’s Nascent Soul vision, he was no match for the Great Emperor Immortal Scripture, the supreme scripture of offensive power.

In the blink of an eye, the thunder sea dissipated, the azure dragon smashed to pieces by Ye Chen’s palm. Before the Sword Sect crowd could gasp, Ying Tianjing summoned a top-grade spiritual treasure, the Sky-Overturning Seal. Crafted by a top Holy Land expert specifically for him, its materials surpassed the limits of ordinary magic treasures.

The seal transformed into a towering mountain, intent on crushing Ye Chen with unparalleled might. Its aura was so oppressive that even Deity Transformation cultivators would struggle to escape. Few treasures could rival it.

Yet Ye Chen didn’t even blink. A faint shadow of a bell emerged from his brow. Without fully manifesting, a single chime rang out. The Sky-Overturning Seal, capable of suppressing all, shuddered, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.

Ying Tianjing’s teeth nearly cracked from clenching. His blood surged, and he shot skyward. Muscles bulging, his body glowed with divine light as he charged Ye Chen. His unique physique made his body extraordinarily resilient, and now he sought to clash head-on. Each punch unleashed rolling thunder, the void rumbling as the arena’s center became a domain of lightning, obscuring the view from outside. The Sword Sect members watched intently, awaiting the outcome.

Moments later, the lightning domain settled. As the scene cleared, the crowd’s eyes widened in shock. At the arena’s center, Ye Chen stood impassively, one hand gripping Ying Tianjing’s neck, holding him aloft like a ragdoll.

A collective gasp erupted. The grand battle everyone anticipated had ended so effortlessly? No dragon-and-tiger struggle, no days-long deadlock, no evenly matched showdown. All predictions shattered. Ying Tianjing, in front of Ye Chen, had been defeated with such ease.

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But… something felt off.

Ying Tianjing had fought Yao Gu across realms, matching him blow for blow. Yao Gu, in turn, had only been slightly outclassed by the Fourth Holy Son. So how could Ying Tianjing, facing the same Fourth Holy Son, appear so utterly helpless?

The Holy Son hadn’t even unleashed his trump card—his Heavy Pupils. Whether in spiritual power, physical prowess, or spiritual treasures, he completely dominated Ying Tianjing. They weren’t even on the same level.

Could Yao Gu have grown stronger over the years, narrowing the gap with the Fourth Holy Son? The onlookers were baffled, but their shock was undeniable.

Gu Yunyun gazed at Ye Chen’s figure, her expression dazed. Her own extraordinary encounters these past years had made her feel powerful, but watching Ye Chen now, she realized the chasm between them.

In the distance, Dugu Yue, with her narrowed eyes, trembled. Though a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, she was certain she couldn’t withstand even a single glance from the Fourth Holy Son.

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The victor was clear, yet the crowd watched with bated breath. This was no ordinary arena match—both fighters had ignited their killing intent. Would it truly end in a fight to the death? If the Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s younger brother died, it would send shockwaves across Great Yan Continent.

Ye Chen stared coldly at Ying Tianjing, sensing his body struggling to recover. A flash of chaotic light glinted in Ye Chen’s eyes, and Ying Tianjing’s movements froze, his body locked in place. Yet his gaze burned with defiance and ferocity.

”Ye Chen, you dare kill me? If you do, not only you, but your master, your clan, and all your women will die. My brother isn’t like you, drooling over every woman he sees. If I die, the heavens will turn upside down.”

Even with his life in Ye Chen’s hands, Ying Tianjing showed no fear, his confidence bolstered by his Holy Son brother. But Ye Chen didn’t bother responding to his threats. Holding Ying Tianjing aloft, his right eye blazed with destructive divine light. Though Ying’s body was formidable, a head destroyed by this light couldn’t regenerate.

Sensing the terrifying aura from Ye Chen’s pupils, the old man in the sky could no longer sit still. He roared, ”Stop!” and lunged at Elder Mo. Whether he could win was a matter of strength, but whether he acted was a matter of duty. Strength could falter, but attitude had to be resolute. Otherwise, he’d have no excuse back at the Holy Land.

Elder Mo chuckled, casually deflecting the attack. At that moment, a voice echoed from the depths of the Sword Sect. ”Heavenly Evolution Holy Son, cease. The victor is decided—why escalate further? Better to resolve grudges than deepen them.” The speaker, likely a Grand Elder, was clearly a Sword Sect powerhouse.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. The elder seemed to be merely paying lip service, with no intention of intervening. His words were likely a gesture to Heavenly Intention Holy Land: I spoke up, but if the Heavenly Evolution Holy Son ignores me, what can I do? Ye Chen couldn’t help but smirk—everyone was dodging responsibility.

But no matter who pleaded, Ying Tianjing had to die. Ye Chen wasn’t bloodthirsty, but anyone who threatened his master crossed his line. He’d make it clear to all what his untouchable reverse scale was.

With a resounding boom, under countless shocked gazes, destructive divine light erupted from Ye Chen’s eyes, aimed straight at Ying Tianjing’s head, intent on obliterating him. Ying Tianjing gritted his teeth, stunned that Ye Chen truly dared to kill. As death’s fear stripped away his ferocity, he screamed in panic, ”Brother, save me!”

Ye Chen sneered.

Your brother won’t help you now. Calling for him? Pathetic.

But then, his brow twitched. A dangerous ripple emanated from Ying Tianjing’s forehead. The terrifying destructive light from Ye Chen’s Heavy Pupils was somehow blocked. Ying Tianjing’s forehead split open, radiating countless divine rays, as if something was about to burst forth.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and slapped down. ”Get back inside!”