Immortality Starts With Investment

Entering the array, Yi Qingwu saw Ye Chen lounging like a wealthy landlord in the void. The barefoot woman sat primly.

Yi Qingwu’s eyes narrowed, a chill radiating from her. Ye Chen, deeply engrossed, only now noticed her, startled. Trouble. After years of navigating the system’s demands, was this the fabled Asura Field? What now? Say, ”You came at the right time”?

But Yi Qingwu, his proud fiancée—no, widow-to-be—never looked at others kindly. She wouldn’t say, ”Seems I came at a bad time.” And the two women clearly disliked each other—one called the other shady and entangled, the other deemed her barefoot and improper.

Ye Chen pondered briefly, then closed his eyes, pretending not to see. He couldn’t exactly pull Su Yuxuan away now, so ignorance was best.

Su Yuxuan, sensing the intrusion, maintained her poised stance but glanced at Yi Qingwu, smirking. She upped her effort, her gaze signaling: We’re busy, go away, talk later.

Yi Qingwu stood, taking it all in. She softened her icy gaze, smiling gently, warming the array like spring. Then, with her perfect legs, she approached Ye Chen. He raised an eyebrow, eyes still closed. This wasn’t her usual script. He’d expected her to leave, wait outside, or toss a haughty jab. Why was she coming closer? What was she up to?

Su Yuxuan thought she’d scared Yi Qingwu off, but her rhythm faltered as Yi Qingwu advanced. Still, being the little demoness, she didn’t stop, staring at Yi Qingwu, trying to embarrass her. Her eyes conveyed: It’s mine. Why are you here?

But Yi Qingwu, head high, met her gaze with a scornful smile. Su Yuxuan’s heart jolted. Was this woman really going to pull her off? At the Unity realm, Yi Qingwu might outmatch her.

Yet, Yi Qingwu didn’t touch her. Instead, she adjusted her skirt and sat in a suitable spot, facing Su Yuxuan. The two sat opposite each other. Su Yuxuan squinted, feeling a true rival for the first time. Yi Qingwu’s lips curved slightly. With your petty tricks, you think you can compete with me?

Ye Chen, utterly bewildered, remained so. He saw nothing, nor did he care to. The situation had veered far from his expectations. He could only sigh—both the Little Demoness and the fiancée were extraordinary women. Content to focus on his own matters, he savored the sweet osmanthus spiritual honey.

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In a place he couldn’t see, undercurrents stirred. The two women sat facing each other, sizing each other up. Yi Qingwu’s smile grew wider. Even the Little Demoness, Su Yuxuan, had to admit—up close, this ”improper” woman was flawless.

From top to bottom, no imperfections—perfectly proportioned, a divine creation. No wonder Ye Chen was willing to lurk nearby. Su Yuxuan had figured it out. Ye Chen’s swift arrival wasn’t some telepathic bond—she’d glimpsed the outside while feigning unconsciousness. He was already nearby, likely for Yi Qingwu.

Despite some disparities, Su Yuxuan wasn’t insecure or flustered. Sure, Ye Chen was a notorious flirt, but he didn’t love one and forget another. Her injuries genuinely pained him; he gave techniques and origins without hesitation. No matter how perfect Yi Qingwu was, he wouldn’t abandon her. Plus, her feet were unmatched.

Ye Chen had just promised to craft her a white spiritual silk artifact back at the Holy Land. So, despite Yi Qingwu’s perfection, Su Yuxuan had her edge. Her expression stayed proud, undaunted despite her slightly weaker cultivation and presence.

Yi Qingwu noticed Su Yuxuan’s feet—stunning, yes, but she smirked dismissively. Pretty feet? Who cared? Her melodious voice rang out, ”I heard that soul wanted to save Ying Tiansheng’s origin for you, but Ye Chen gave it to me instead… Sorry about that.”

Her words dripped with insincere apology.

Su Yuxuan’s lips curved. ”No way around it. Senior Brother said Ying Tiansheng’s origin was too impure, bad for my cultivation. So he let me absorb his own instead. See how drained he looks? All because of me.”

Yi Qingwu’s eyes widened. She’d assumed Ye Chen used the five dead Supreme Elders’ origins from her holy land for Su Yuxuan’s recovery. But his own origin? She’d lost this round.

Annoyed, she pressed downward, punishing Ye Chen. Then, smirking, she countered, ”The Devouring Heaven Demon Art purifies impurities. Ye Chen was just coaxing you. For me, he… um… sacrificed so much…”

Adjusting her breath, she pressed on, reclaiming the upper hand.

Su Yuxuan laughed lightly. ”Oh, Senior Brother’s a great guy. Back then, at Foundation Establishment, he faced a Golden Core powerhouse for me, spitting blood but never retreating, guarding me fiercely.”

”He spent millions of top-grade spirit stones to buy Moon Laurel Tree fragments for my cultivation.”

”When I wanted a pupil technique, he didn’t hesitate to pluck out his eyes for me.”

Yi Qingwu trembled, her lips curling into a mocking sneer. Pluck his eyes? Those were Heavy Pupils—Ye Chen would be mad to give them up. Why not claim he gave you his heart or Golden Core next? Ridiculous.

Done with Su Yuxuan’s exaggerations, Yi Qingwu saw no point in arguing. They weren’t on the same level. Su Yuxuan’s presence here was merely Ye Chen’s sentimental indecision. Seeing him relax, Yi Qingwu said sharply, ”Move. It’s my turn now…”