Immortality Starts With Investment

Fang Qing, carrying Heavenly Intention Holy Son and Yi Qingwu, shuttled through the void. Heavenly Intention Holy Son, barely pieced together, squinted as Fang Qing used Movement Secret. Such top-tier techniques should be exclusive to true inheritors. Yet Fang Qing, who couldn’t even defeat someone with a shattered Immortal Platform, knew it. This deepened Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s doubts about his status.

Fang Qing’s healing technique was also remarkable. Heavenly Intention Holy Son knew the unique nature of Ye Chen’s manifestation. The axe’s strange aura made wounds nearly unhealable. His own palm, once split, took half a year of elixirs, treasures, and secret arts to fully recover.

Yet Fang Qing’s technique fused his wound instantly. Not fully healed, but extraordinary. Could it be Healing Secret?

This thought darkened Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s face. In the void, he couldn’t resist asking, ”Senior Fang, was that Healing Secret? When can I learn it?”

The healing art’s power stirred him. With doubts about his sect, he seized any chance for gain.

Fang Qing, having heard Mo Yixi’s parting words, was tempted to return and settle the score. But knowing Mo Yixi’s cunning, he stayed calm. Next time, he’d die.

Hearing Heavenly Intention Holy Son, Fang Qing felt disdain. What a waste. Devouring so many sources, yet cleaved in half across realms. The Devouring Heaven Demon Art had flaws—endless devouring bred unique resentments, risking misfortune in later years. Thus, their sect devised another path: let false inheritors devour sources, accumulating power, then harvest them. This double-refinement avoided all risks. So, Heavenly Intention Holy Son was still useful until the young master acted.

Fang Qing’s technique was indeed Healing Secret. He hadn’t planned to teach it yet. False inheritors needed strength to devour others, but not too much, lest they resist harvesting. But Heavenly Intention Holy Son was pathetically weak—better to give it now, or he might die, wasting everything.

Still, it wouldn’t be complete. False inheritors’ Nine Secrets were always incomplete. They couldn’t be truly invincible. Even followers like Fang Qing were the same. Only the young master mastered full secrets.

Fang Qing spoke, ”I planned to teach you Healing Secret later, but with your injuries, I’ll pass it now.”

He tapped Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s blood-streaked brow. A scripture appeared in his mind. Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s face lit up. Fang Qing then emerged from the void, ten thousand miles from Heavenly Intention Holy Land. He said to Heavenly Intention Holy Son, ”Mo Yixi ambushed me; I’m lightly injured and need to heal. You return to Heavenly Intention Holy Land, study Healing Secret, and recover. When it’s over, we’ll head to Central Continent.”

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Heavenly Intention Holy Son nodded calmly, saying little. Fang Qing vanished into the void. Heavenly Intention Holy Son, with the expressionless Yi Qingwu, flew to Heavenly Intention Holy Land.

Yi Qingwu’s heart was complex. She’d thought vengeance was at hand. But things turned out this way. News from Great Shang Immortal City hadn’t reached them. They returned directly to Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s peak.

The grand hall’s doors were tightly shut. Heavenly Intention Holy Son, a blood line running from his brow, looked at Yi Qingwu with shame and reluctance, unsure what to say. After a long pause, he spoke, ”Qingwu, I lost today, but it’s temporary. You saw—I gained another sect’s inheritance. The Devouring Immortal’s legacy.”

Yi Qingwu’s eyes widened. She knew Heavenly Intention Holy Son could devour sources but hadn’t realized it was the Devouring Immortal’s inheritance. The Devouring Immortal was an anomaly in the cultivation world. Born with a mortal body and the lowest mixed spirit root.

At a low realm, she forged her own path and created her own techniques. Devouring great enemies, she became the era’s supreme figure. Her killing intent was immense. Rivers of blood flowed in her time. Thus, she was called the Ruthless Empress. Her era predated the Heavenly Emperor’s, and after achieving immortality, she left the cultivation world, rarely returning, her fame subdued.

But her strength likely rivaled the First Empress, Queen Mother of the West. Seeing Yi Qingwu’s reaction, Heavenly Intention Holy Son knew she understood the weight of this legacy and smiled. ”So, in the future, I’ll gather countless sources like the Devouring Immortal, achieving supreme talent! Today’s defeat is trivial. It’ll all be repaid. Ye Chen is nothing. Next time, I’ll crush him easily!”

At Ye Chen’s name, Yi Qingwu trembled, as if recalling something terrifying. She looked at Heavenly Intention Holy Son earnestly. ”Holy Son, I’m unworthy. Let’s end our engagement.”

Seeing her like this, Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s heart ached. He’d guessed she’d been humiliated. But he shook his head firmly at her words. Gazing at her gently, he said, ”Don’t say such foolish things. Before Master died, I promised to care for you forever. What you endured is my failure to protect you, not your fault! Rest assured, I don’t care about it. We’ll still be together.”

He reached to embrace her. But Yi Qingwu dodged, her clear eyes brimming with tears and guilt. ”No, I’m unworthy. I’m no longer pure.”

Seeing her cry, Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s heart ached more. He wanted to comfort her. But Yi Qingwu, resolute, as if to make him give up, took out a recording stone and flicked it toward him.

Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s face changed. After a moment’s hesitation, he caught it and probed it with his spirit sense. The recording stone’s images began. The scene was unclear, very blurry. The figures shimmered with divine light, obscuring details. Only two vague shadows were visible. But their movements’ outlines were unmistakable… and the sounds were strikingly clear.