Immortality Starts With Investment

Ye Chen sat cross-legged in the void, quietly refining his techniques, seeking a way to merge the Battle Secret with the True Dragon Treasure Technique. Both were of supreme caliber—one the pinnacle technique of the True Dragon Clan, the other crafted by the Primordial True Immortal. Combining them was daunting, yet possessing both brought Ye Chen significant gains.

As he meditated, an awe-inspiring aura of slaughter swirled around him. Feng Baiyu, who had freely studied half the Battle Secret and planned to guide Ye Chen in return, stared in shock. Comparing his own faint killing aura, derived from the half-secret, to Ye Chen’s overwhelming force, he sensed a vast gap.

”Something’s off. We studied the secret at the same time, yet he’s mastered it so quickly? His killing aura is terrifying!” Feng Baiyu, a seasoned prodigy, felt the disparity keenly. Was his talent truly inferior to Ye Chen’s?

”Hua Yunfei, could he be holding back?” Feng Baiyu refused to accept his shortcomings.

Hua Yunfei smiled candidly. ”Unlikely. You’re simply outclassed by Junior Brother.”

Feng Baiyu shot him a glance, then said seriously, ”You know about the secret realm deeper in the Endless Sea? I hear it’s unstable. After this, guard it for a year.”

Hua Yunfei shrugged. ”I’ll obey, Holy Master. But you’re still outmatched.”

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Half a month passed in a blink. Ye Chen gifted Lin Qingtan another treasure, delighting her further. Her husky, mature voice brimmed with joy when speaking to him.

On the fifteenth day, the Tang Valley at the heart of the immortal peaks erupted in radiant sunlight, illuminating nearly a thousand miles of the Endless Sea. Terrifying heat boiled the sea, sending torrents of black vapor skyward, drawing every gaze.

A crack split the Tang Valley’s seal, and a streak of light shot out. The cultivators present, all at least Nascent Soul level, saw clearly: it was a jade slip. Eyes blazed with desire. Undoubtedly, it held the Great Yang Immortal Scripture of the Great Yang Dynasty.

Who wouldn’t covet it? The Great Yang and Yin Immortal Scriptures, the oldest human scriptures, delved into yin-yang to unimaginable depths. Even the Heavenly Emperor had treasured them, tirelessly collecting both to master yin-yang, creating a domain that suppressed all. Who could resist such a prize?

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The light streaked swiftly. Many cultivators itched to act but hesitated, eyeing Ye Chen and the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land group. Yet, beyond the ruins, powerful auras surged. Massive hands reached from afar, grasping for the light. Hidden experts had been waiting.

Feng Baiyu sneered. ”Stealing from Heavenly Evolution Holy Land? Tired of living?” With a flick of his feather fan, a ferocious whirlwind roared forth, shattering one of the giant hands instantly, its might undeniable.

Hua Yunfei struck, summoning a purple star despite the daylight, smashing several giant hands. Elders on the ship unleashed their Unity auras, shaking the surroundings and collapsing the void. The hidden experts, hoping to seize the prize, retreated silently.

Seeing the situation secure, Ye Chen reached out, effortlessly grabbing the streak of light. As it faded, a cracked, broken jade slip appeared in his hand. Probing it with his spirit sense, he frowned.

To Feng Baiyu and Hua Yunfei, he said, ”It’s badly damaged, missing core texts. Only the Nascent Soul and Deity Transformation sections remain intact. It can only be studied once, requiring an oath and imprint to prevent sharing.”

Feng Baiyu’s face fell. A complete scripture would’ve elevated Heavenly Evolution Holy Land’s power, but just the Nascent Soul and Deity Transformation sections, with restrictions, were less vital for a force like theirs. He waved dismissively. ”You haven’t cultivated a Deity Transformation technique yet. This is for you. The Great Yang Immortal Scripture will amplify your Yang power effortlessly, though it may hinder your Yin power. Still, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks. It’s among the best Deity Transformation techniques.”

As Holy Master, Feng Baiyu was reasonable. Though he’d never admit it, Ye Chen’s talent surpassed all in Heavenly Evolution Holy Land. If the scripture could only be used once, it belonged to Ye Chen.

Lin Qingtan, overhearing, was surprised. With cultivation equal to Ye Chen’s, she couldn’t discern his lack of a technique. Now she understood—he’d come for the Great Yang Immortal Scripture too. No wonder he hadn’t directly answered her earlier request, instead gifting her the Battle Secret and another treasure to console her.

Smiling freely, she said, ”So, Holy Son hasn’t cultivated a technique either. This scripture suits you best. Don’t worry about me—take it. I was presumptuous before.”

Lin Qingtan felt a pang of disappointment but saw clearly: if Ye Chen didn’t need it, she could’ve asked. But with his need, he took priority. Demanding it would be overstepping. She held no resentment, only gratitude toward him.

Ye Chen glanced at her but said nothing, turning his gaze to the Tang Valley secret realm. Through the cracked seal, his Heavy Pupils faintly discerned the truth within. His brow furrowed at the sight of the Fusang Ancient Tree, which he’d cared about. The towering tree projected outside the seal was a mirage from long ago. Inside, only a golden root remained, lifelessly embedded in the soil, utterly dead.