Immortality Starts With Investment

The Immortal Qi was delivered directly to Ye Chen’s inner world, its radiant light flowing with the essence of all worldly truths. Inspecting it, Ye Chen confirmed it matched his previously gathered strand, smiling. The only pity was its scarcity. Forging an Immortal Platform required far less than achieving immortality—a mere wisp versus a full strand, a gap of ten thousand times. This wisp couldn’t be multiplied for ascension.

But Ye Chen had anticipated this. His master’s cultivation was sufficient; he’d gift this wisp to her. Though the fiancée and other female cultivators were exceptional—some even surpassing his master—his master held a special place. She was the most stunning figure he’d seen entering the cultivation world, his deepest dream in his naive days.

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The crowd watched, stunned, as Yi Qingwu casually chose and accepted the gift. When Wang Teng offered it, she didn’t glance at it. Now, Ye Chen stole it, and she picked it eagerly. The favoritism was blatant.

Everyone was convinced—they were involved. Could the Heavenly Intention Holy Son really have entrusted her to Ye Chen? Some whispered darker theories: their affair predated the Holy Son’s death, perhaps even a joint murder, or worse, Yi Qingwu herself killed him. If true, the Holy Son died unjustly.

But with Ye Chen present, no one dared voice these thoughts. The image of him crushing a Holy Master-level King Body with one punch lingered vividly. Who would court death?

After gifting, Ye Chen, under countless gazes, pocketed the second box for next time. Spectators inwardly groaned—stealing treasures and keeping one? Outrageous!

Ye Chen ignored their thoughts, calmly looking to a spot in the sky, about to act. Suddenly, Heavenly Intention Palace’s surroundings erupted like a reverse waterfall. A terrifying aura exploded.

A divine whip, forged of starlight, radiating the aura of an extreme Dao weapon, lashed toward Ye Chen, as if to tear the heavens apart. A furious roar followed: ”I’m not dead yet! You filthy rogue, I’ll kill you!”

Wang Teng, humiliated by the punch and forced to watch Ye Chen and Yi Qingwu’s affectionate display, burned with rage. Worse, his gifts, dismissed as weeds by her, became treasures in Ye Chen’s hands. Restored instantly by his unified domain, spirit, and body, Wang Teng unleashed his full power, wielding the Star River Divine Whip to slay Ye Chen.

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He’d been careless, caught off guard, defeated before unleashing his strength. Now, things were different. Plus, the Alkaid Holy Son was here. Even if he couldn’t win, Alkaid would aid him. Victory was assured—Ye Chen would die today!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Star River Divine Whip was terrifying, lashing toward Ye Chen, trailing a river of stars, heedless of Yi Qingwu in its path, as if to crush them both. At Unity Stage, Yi Qingwu had no defense against such power. Yet, her face remained calm, gently brushing her hair, watching quietly.

Ye Chen’s eyes lit up at the whip. His master already had the Dugu Wooden Sword, needing no more Extreme Dao Weapons. But the fiancée didn’t. Imagining Yi Qingwu wielding the whip while radiating righteousness, Ye Chen felt a strange anticipation.

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The crowd’s hearts raced. Ye Chen’s earlier dominance was due to Wang Teng’s unpreparedness. Now, the Second Heaven Holy Master struck with a Extreme Dao Weapon. A fierce battle was expected.

Ye Chen reached into the void, pulling out a sword radiating supreme might, inscribed with ”Heavenly Emperor.” No one was surprised—the Heavenly Emperor’s heir wielding the Heavenly Emperor Sword was fitting.

Wang Teng’s face paled.

Ye Chen casually pointed the sword. The star-splitting whip froze midair, unable to advance. Divine light erupted from Ye Chen’s eyes, annihilation beams blasting forth.

Wang Teng gritted his teeth, summoning a starlit disc to barely block one hit before it shattered—his King Body’s divine ability. But Ye Chen’s eyes seemed tireless, unleashing a relentless meteor shower of annihilation beams.

Wang Teng formed disc after disc, blocking dozens, but his face grew deathly pale, barely holding on. Panic consumed him. He knew Heavy Pupil’s annihilation light, but Ye Chen’s endless barrage—did his eyes never dry? Was his origin inexhaustible?

Locked by Heavy Pupil and his whip pinned by the Heavenly Emperor Sword, escape was impossible. Facing death, Wang Teng broke.

Where were his clan’s ancestors? Wasn’t he the greatest Star River King Body in a million years? And Alkaid Holy Son, his sworn brother—where was he?

Raising his hand, Wang Teng froze. His clan elders were fighting outside the city’s array, unable to help. Heavenly Intention Holy Land’s elders watched, hesitating to intervene.

Squeezing out his last shred of origin, Wang Teng formed another disc to block a beam, screaming, ”Brother Alkaid, save me!” His voice was pitiful, stripped of all prodigy pride.

The crowd gaped. They’d expected a clash of titans, but it was another crushing defeat. In mere breaths, Wang Teng was begging for help.

Cross-realm kills were rare in cultivation history, limited to a few per generation. Such domination was even rarer. Even the Heavenly Emperor’s cross-realm victories were hard-fought. Ye Chen, his heir, seemed to surpass him, fiercer still.