Immortality Starts With Investment

The twelve stars spun, firing divine light at Ye Chen like a Gatling gun from his past life’s battlefields. Yet Ye Chen paid it no mind. Ignoring the onslaught, he charged straight at Yi Qingwu. The attacks, capable of shattering heaven and earth, left only faint white marks on his body, unable to harm his physique in the slightest.

Yi Qingwu looked down from above, her delicate brows slightly raised. A hint of surprise flickered in her picturesque eyes, though not much. Know your enemy, and you’ll never lose a battle. She had long known of Ye Chen’s formidable physique, having meticulously studied every recorded battle of his in private. She was prepared.

As Ye Chen rushed toward her, her figure blurred, becoming ethereal, as if she existed in another world. He grasped at nothing. The Twelve Stars Killing Formation was endlessly versatile—not only did it unleash relentless, powerful attacks, but it could also create a pure sanctuary. This was her counter to Ye Chen’s Heavy Pupils. In her ethereal state, Yi Qingwu’s immortal grace grew even more elusive, scattering moonlight like a goddess descending.

She remained lofty, untouched by mortal concerns, her voice as soothing as a spring breeze. ”Ye Chen, surrender. The Twelve Stars Formation is inexhaustible, its power only growing stronger. No matter how tough your physique, it will eventually be worn down. Hand over the treasures you won at the auction, and I’ll spare your life, letting you live out your days as an ordinary mortal.”

Ye Chen squinted, a smile spreading across his face. A mere formation? He had countless ways to break it. But he chose the simplest, most brutal method. With a wave of his hand, a storage bracelet on his wrist flashed, and an array disc appeared in his palm. It radiated a desolate aura, shaking the void.

Yi Qingwu’s delicate brows lifted. Then she saw Ye Chen hurl the disc down. The Twelve Stars Formation trembled violently. Four radiant beams—wind, thunder, water, and fire—erupted, forming a new array within her own. The twelve stars in the sky exploded one by one, and the formation itself shattered, unable to withstand the force.

The world shifted.

Yi Qingwu’s expression changed—she was now trapped in a new array, and she was no longer its master. Ye Chen’s disc had obliterated her Twelve Stars Formation, replacing it entirely. How was this possible?

Ye Chen grinned. The Two Yi Red Sand Array he’d gifted Fan Qinghe could trap Unity-stage cultivators. Though it hadn’t triggered a critical hit, it had returned the Two Yi Four Symbols Array, harnessing wind, thunder, water, and fire to trap and kill Unity-stage foes. Now unleashed, its effect was as impressive as expected.

Outside, the collapse of the Twelve Stars Formation and the emergence of the new array stunned Elder Mo and the others.

”That’s the long-lost Two Yi Four Symbols Array!” one exclaimed. ”It conjures wind, thunder, water, and fire, forming a new world. Escape is impossible—only annihilation by the four forces awaits!”

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”Qingwu is in danger…” The middle-aged and elderly Unity-stage cultivators frowned. Yi Qingwu’s grandmother squinted but shook her head. ”No need to worry. A Two Yi Four Symbols Array can’t harm Qingwu.”

The two men froze, stunned. Even they would find such an array perilous. Realizing something, they looked at the woman in shock. She nodded, smiling calmly at Elders Mo and He. ”Some time ago, I gave Qingwu the Moon Palace. It’s enough to protect her.”

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, a terrifying aura surged. The woman’s smile widened.

The heavens roared as the twelve stars vanished, replaced by the spirits of the Four Sacred Beasts, looming over the east, west, south, and north. Yi Qingwu had struck without mercy, and Ye Chen wasn’t about to hold back either. Without a word, the Four Scared Beasts opened their mouths, unleashing beams of light infused with the powers of wind, thunder, water, and fire. Each strike was cataclysmic, as if birthing a new world.

With the Twelve Stars Formation shattered, Yi Qingwu was forced out of her ethereal sanctuary. Surprise flickered across her delicate face, but she faced the onslaught with composure. Moving like flowing moonlight, she glided effortlessly through the sealed space, dodging each attack with grace. Clearly, she wielded an extraordinary inheritance.

Yet her expression wasn’t relaxed. The true terror of the Two Yi Four Symbols Array lay in its grinding annihilation. With every attack, even if it missed, the array’s elemental forces grew denser, ceaselessly eroding and wearing down its target.

Yi Qingwu’s white dress, a treasure in itself, dimmed in mere moments, corroded by the array’s power. The longer the battle dragged on, the stronger the erosion became, until the enemy would inevitably fall. That was the array’s true horror.

Even so, Yi Qingwu only sighed softly. ”You truly have heaven’s favor, to wield a lost array like this… But my Heavenly Intention Holy Land also bears the will of heaven. Your struggles are futile before me.”

Her celestial voice fell, and moonlight bloomed behind her once more. Beams of lunar radiance repelled the array’s elemental forces, even pushing them back. The endless moonlight formed an absolute domain around her, untouched by the array’s power. A terrifying aura emerged, shaking the Two Yi Four Symbols Array itself, as if a supreme treasure were awakening. Its mere presence prickled Ye Chen’s skin.

He raised an eyebrow. Then, the treasure revealed itself, rising behind Yi Qingwu—a palace of jade, seemingly forged from celestial divine jade, with faint immortal figures shimmering within. It cast endless moonlight, enveloping Yi Qingwu in an inviolable aura. Bathed in that glow, she was breathtakingly ethereal, like a dream incarnate.

Smiling faintly, she parted her lips. ”Ye Chen, please, enter the Moon Palace for a chat…”

The Moon Palace. Ye Chen’s brow twitched. He’d heard of it—an Extreme Dao Weapon, famed in the ancient era, once belonging to the Moon Palace Holy Land, which the Heavenly Emperor had destroyed. Later, a Heavenly Intention Holy Land cultivator with the Broad Cold Immortal Physique had found its ruins in the Central Continent and restored it. To think Yi Qingwu wielded it now.

But Ye Chen could tell she could only superficially activate it. An Extreme Dao Weapon, meant for Mahayana cultivators, was taxing for anyone with lesser cultivation.

Smiling invitingly, Yi Qingwu extended a delicate hand, devoid of hostility. The Moon Palace trembled, its aura overwhelming, as moonlight streamed toward Ye Chen like silken ribbons, aiming to bind and suppress him, drawing him into the palace.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes. If he got caught, he’d be crippled, if not dead. Smiling so sweetly in such a situation? A true femme fatale. But then he grinned. An Extreme Dao Weapon? Did she think she was the only one with one?

Instantly, white divine light shot from his brow, shattering the moonlight with ease. Yi Qingwu, standing atop the Moon Palace, raised her brows slightly.