Immortality Starts With Investment

Ye Chen sighed. Installment payments? Fine.

He stepped forward, letting her continue. But, recalling last time’s interruption, he worried about getting only half the Movement Secret. To save time, he urged, ”Offer your spirit. Dual-thread the marks for efficiency.”

She had no issue with his efficiency but paused, frowning. ”Where’s the image stone? Why isn’t it out?”

Yi Qingwu, with a serious expression, recited part of the Movement Secret’s scripture, then leaned in again, striving to complete the ”||||\” symbol. Though initially off-putting, she’d grown accustomed to it.

Ye Chen, eyes closed, savored the moment while pondering the 75% of the scripture she’d shared. The Movement Secret, tied to time, differed from the space-oriented Kun Peng Treasure Technique. Combined, they could create the ultimate speed technique, reaching anywhere from the heavens to the underworld.

The final 25% was tough, but Yi Qingwu’s competitive spirit held firm despite the strain. She even honed a new technique—locking her stunning eyes on Ye Chen, radiating complex emotions: anger, humiliation, shame, anticipation. Ye Chen marveled at her expressive gaze.

After a moment of eye contact, he glanced outside through the formation, hearing only booming clashes amid endless divine light. The battle out there was as intense as his own. He and his senior brother were both working hard.

His Heavy Pupil pierced the light, revealing the scene. Countless flowers danced, each like a small world brimming with killing intent. Heavenly Intention Holy Son, Ying Tiansheng, stood like a god, commanding the flowers to bombard Hua Yunfei. Hua Yunfei was on the defensive, struggling to break through but holding steady with terrifying dao and laws, his purple qi countering all attacks.

Ying, confident he could grind Hua Yunfei down, kept glancing at the formation, frowning. Two days had passed since Yi Qingwu and Ye Chen entered. Whether she suppressed him or not, a victor should’ve emerged.

The silence gnawed at him, recalling the time her robe was shattered. She’d claimed divine light blocked Ye Chen’s view, but with his Heavy Pupils, stronger than Ying’s True Martial Eyes, could he have missed it? Now, with so much time passed, had Ye Chen seen—or done—more? The thought drove Ying mad, pushing him to end the fight quickly.

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His divine flowers whirled into a vortex, surging toward Hua Yunfei. Hua Yunfei’s eyes narrowed, his godwheel blazing like a sun, holy light deflecting the flowers. He raised a hand, conjuring a terrifying purple sun that melted the void—a strike no ordinary Unity cultivator could withstand.

Ying sneered, unshaken. His unique dao and laws glowed gold, silently dissolving the purple sun. Hua Yunfei’s pupils shrank.

As Ying charged, Hua Yunfei summoned a dao palace phantom to block him.

”Eight Sceneries Palace phantom? The Moral Heavenly Venerate’s inheritance is strong,” Ying mocked. ”But before me, it’s futile.”

Ying Tiansheng sneered, conjuring an ancient treasure bottle. Its mouth opened, instantly sucking in the Eight Sceneries Palace phantom, reducing it to pure energy.

Hua Yunfei raised an eyebrow. ”Great Dao Treasure Bottle? So that was the Myriad Transformations Holy Art? Ying Tiansheng, you inherited that legacy?” His vast knowledge let him deduce Ying’s inheritance.

Ying smirked. ”Figured it out? Too late. Become nourishment for my path!” He activated the Movement Secret, but it didn’t trigger time stasis, making him frown. Still, the outcome was set.

Holding the bottle, Ying closed within a meter of Hua Yunfei. The terrifying energy absorbed earlier erupted like a star river. Trapped by countless divine flowers, Hua Yunfei couldn’t escape. He stopped resisting, calmly watching the star river engulf him.

It melted his body and the surrounding void, leaving no trace. Dust settled.

Ying’s lips curled into a smile as the Great Dao Treasure Bottle faded. As the divine light cleared, onlookers saw only Heavenly Intention Holy Son standing proudly. Shock rippled through them. The battle was over? Hua Yunfei had fallen?

Unbelievable. Years ago, they fought evenly for a year. Recently, Ying had been slightly outmatched by Hua Yunfei’s true body. Yet now, in mere moments, Ying melted his true body? Inconceivable.

Some suspected it was an avatar, but others dismissed it—Hua Yunfei’s displayed strength was too formidable for a mere avatar. If that was an avatar, how strong was his true body? Impossible.

But Ying’s smile vanished. He glared at the spot where Hua Yunfei dissolved. No origin essence remained—another avatar. His fists clenched.

Hua Yunfei was infuriating. Every ”kill” was an avatar, making Ying feel like a clown. Worse, they were endless. The first time felt thrilling; this time, less so. Next time, even killing the real body might feel hollow. Such an enemy was maddening.

Scanning the surroundings, he roared, ”Hua Yunfei, face me! All you’ve got is avatars—too scared to show your true self?”

…

Deep in the starry expanse, on a barren star, space rippled violently. An ancient palace emerged, its purple tiles gleaming, shrouded in misty fog, as if shimmering from beyond the thirty-three heavens. Its hundred-man-high gates creaked open.

A sigh echoed. ”I planned to perfect One Qi Transforming Three Purities after reaching Mahayana. But now, I must study it sooner. These avatars are too weak, barely a third of my strength, always falling—it’s troublesome. Ying Tiansheng’s Devouring Heaven True Immortal legacy is dangerous. If he harms Junior Brother, it’d be bad. I’ll go myself.”

A figure stepped out from the palace.