Immortality Starts With Investment

As Ye Chen reached out, his eyes flashed. The Moon Palace shimmered, releasing vibrant threads of life force. A graceful figure materialized within the divine light. Ye Chen’s eyes widened. Yi Qingwu, who had just fallen, was resurrected before the Moon Palace. It had such a power?

Her figure was stunning—slender, perfect, her body glistening like polished jade, her beauty unrivaled in the cultivation world. This was undeniably Yi Qingwu herself. The only difference was that, upon reviving, her robes hadn’t returned with her. Ye Chen didn’t need to taunt to unsettle her now—he’d seen everything.

Yi Qingwu sensed his gaze, aware that nothing was hidden from him. Yet she remained composed, raising a hand to conjure divine light that concealed her form. Her deep, gem-like eyes fixed on Ye Chen with wariness and shock, especially lingering on his chest.

The bloodline Divine Ability he’d unleashed was terrifying. She now realized it was the Primordial Supreme Heart. For one person to possess two top-tier Divine Abilities was unthinkable—few in history could compare. Those who did had dominated their eras, sweeping all before them. And with the Primordial Supreme Heart tied to the Heavenly Emperor, Ye Chen could be the next.

Her wariness deepened, but so did her killing intent. It wasn’t just that she’d died once or that Ye Chen had humiliated her at the auction. This era might be the final chance for the immortal path to open. If a foe like Ye Chen continued to grow, how could she compete with him on that path? This wasn’t just about personal honor—it was a battle for the Dao.

No longer hiding her killing intent, Yi Qingwu gently gathered her hair, her dark eyes coldly locked on Ye Chen. ”You’ve exceeded my expectations, Ye Chen. But today, you will die. Any last words?”

Her voice remained aloof, prompting a chuckle from Ye Chen. To hear her, one might think he was the one who’d just died. He pondered for a moment. ”I’ve got a lot to say. How about you step out of the Moon Palace, and we sit down for a proper chat?”

Yi Qingwu stood beneath the Moon Palace’s gate, unmoving, clearly guarding against another Hand of Heaven. It was an unsolvable technique—she had no counter and could only avoid its edge for now. Unfazed by his taunts, she raised her hand coldly. ”If you have nothing to say, then I—”

Ye Chen quickly cut in. ”I do have something to say! You’re truly stunning, Fairy. I looked you over carefully—not a single mole, like flawless jade. Were you carved from jade?”

Her hand trembled, and she fell silent. Divine light radiated from her breathtaking face as a strange power emanated from her brow. Her Broad Cold Immortal Physique’s bloodline surged. She was about to unleash its most terrifying Divine Ability.

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”Broad Cold Divine Realm…”

In an instant, the world within the array transformed. A wondrous domain began to take shape, catching Ye Chen by surprise. Typically, only those at the Unity stage could manifest a domain. For the Broad Cold Immortal Physique to create one? That was something else.

The moment the domain formed, it exuded a strange suction, not targeting the body but the spirit sense, pulling at the will of all living beings nearby. Ye Chen felt his Dao Sea stir as the Broad Cold Divine Realm tried to siphon his spiritual sense.

The force was formidable, but his Yin-Yang Dao Sea acted as a barrier, and his spiritual sense was unimaginably vast. The effect was minimal. Unless he willed it, the suction couldn’t budge him. Ignoring it, Ye Chen raised an eyebrow at Yi Qingwu, pondering how to drag her out from under the Moon Palace. She was still so arrogant after dying once? He’d just have to kill her a few more times.

Yi Qingwu, however, brimmed with confidence. Once the Broad Cold Divine Realm was unleashed, any enemy with weaker spiritual sense would be helpless, drawn into it. Ye Chen might have some treasure to resist briefly, but his fate was sealed. She might lag in combat strength, but in spiritual sense? Few among the younger generation could rival her. Ten Ye Chens combined wouldn’t match her.

Raising her flawless chin, she smirked. ”No need to struggle. My Broad Cold Divine Realm is a spiritual sense domain. Those weaker than me are pulled in for a direct spiritual sense duel. There, your spirit will be crushed, utterly extinguished. Your soulless body? I’ll take it back to the Holy Land, refine it into a Moon Soldier, and make it my guardian.”

Her words sounded like a victory speech, but they were another attempt to rattle Ye Chen, hoping he’d falter and let his spiritual sense be taken. He was too monstrous—she didn’t want this to drag on. Ye Chen, who’d been plotting how to kill the fiancée, lit up at her words. A spiritual sense duel? This was a gift.

Feigning struggle, his face paled. His sea of consciousness trembled, and a shadowy figure burst from it, pulled into the Broad Cold Divine Realm. Yi Qingwu smiled, her beauty radiant, and closed her stunning eyes. Divine light flickered at her brow, and a seven-colored immortal figure—her primordial spirit—emerged. It mirrored her but was even holier, like a celestial maiden, almost too beautiful to be real. With confident grace, her primordial spirit ascended into the realm, as if climbing a heavenly ladder.

No matter how monstrous Ye Chen was, in her domain of expertise, he’d fall. This battle was nearing its end. Within the array, only their bodies remained, standing still as the Broad Cold Divine Realm swirled.

Outside, Yi Qingwu’s grandmother exhaled in relief, sensing her granddaughter’s revival. The emergence of the Broad Cold Divine Realm brought a smile to her face. A spiritual sense duel was Qingwu’s forte—there’d be no surprises now. She turned to Elder Mo with a light laugh. ”Since you’ve invited me, I won’t decline.” Sitting across from him, she awaited her tea.

Elder Mo sensed the realm’s aura too. Well-versed in its mysteries, he recalled the terrifying spiritual sense fluctuations Ye Chen had emitted after parting with the goddess, enough to unsettle even him.

Exchanging a glance with the equally bemused Elder He, Mo said nothing, pouring a cup for the grandmother. ”Drink while it’s hot. I’m afraid you won’t have the stomach for it later.”