Immortality Starts With Investment

”Holy Son, don’t go, please?”

”Holy Son, I want to go with you!”

”Holy Son, my palm lines feel different from last time. Could you take another look?”

”I think the Holy Maiden is too much. You’re just cherishing talent, comforting neglected female disciples. How could she drive you away for that?”

”Look at you, Holy Son, you’ve lost weight. The Holy Maiden must’ve tormented you these past two weeks, right?”

”Using your affection for her, she’s so reckless—how petty!”

As Ye Chen drifted out of the cave abode, female disciples who hadn’t seen him in half a month swarmed around, reluctant to see him leave.

Ye Chen smiled faintly. ”I’ll marry the Holy Maiden in the future, so Heavenly Intention Holy Land is my home too. I’ll return often…”

He didn’t linger with the female disciples. The fiancée was watching. Those who badmouthed her would have to fend for themselves. Between a thousand-fold and a four-thousand-fold fiancée, Ye Chen knew his priorities.

Leaving Holy Maiden Peak, he visited the Holy Master Peak. Then, he departed gracefully. Elder Ling saw him off. The once-aloof elder’s gaze held reluctance.

At the sect’s gate, her eyes flickered as she whispered, ”Holy Son, next time you return, come to my cave abode to discuss the Dao…”

Ye Chen remembered this two-thousand-fold elder well. Second only to the fiancée. He nodded with a smile, promising to visit next time. Elder Ling wanted to say more, but Feng Baiyu appeared outside the gate.

Feng Baiyu nodded politely to Elder Ling. But she glanced at him, snorted coldly, and ignored him. She whispered to Ye Chen, warning him that Feng Baiyu wasn’t trustworthy and to stay uninfluenced.

As cultivators, everyone heard her ”whisper.”

Ye Chen: ”…”

Feng Baiyu: ”…”

…

”Why’d you stay so long? I thought you defected for a woman! And what’s with that woman? Why’d she talk about me like that? What did you do here to ruin my reputation?”

Holy Master Feng Baiyu hadn’t trusted leaving Ye Chen alone. He’d been in seclusion with elders in the void, waiting for Ye Chen’s signal. Seeing him take so long, he genuinely suspected defection. Others wouldn’t betray a sect for a woman. But Ye Chen? Hard to say.

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Ye Chen frowned, indignant. ”Am I that kind of person?”

Feng Baiyu didn’t dwell on the obvious. Leading Ye Chen to a waiting skyship, he asked, ”That Star River Divine Whip—used it yet? With the Heavenly Emperor Sword and Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod, if it’s useless, an elder in our sect wants to buy it. Name your price.”

Ye Chen shook his head. ”Can’t. I gave it to Yi Qingwu.”

Feng Baiyu’s lips twitched. Gifting an Extreme Dao Weapon so casually. And you say you won’t betray the sect for a woman…

Unconvinced, he pressed, ”What about the Law Qi and Star River Divine Pill? If you don’t need them, sell them to the sect.”

Ye Chen didn’t speak, just spread his hands.

Feng Baiyu understood instantly, utterly exasperated.

Feng Baiyu lingered only to ensure Ye Chen’s safety. He didn’t accompany him to the Sword Sect. Once Ye Chen was secure, Feng returned to the Holy Land.

Elder Mo had already gone back to seclude himself. Though at the Second Heaven of the Mahayana Realm, Mo couldn’t keep up with Ye Chen’s soaring strength and was no longer fit to guard him. He’d focus on cultivating, aiming for the Second Heaven.

Next, a Half-Saint Elder from the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land would protect Ye Chen. All Ye Chen needed was to gift some tea yearly. No issue for him—he even added half a pound of osmanthus from the Moon Laurel Immortal Tree and a ginseng fruit, sincerely thanking the elder’s appreciation.

The already fond Half-Saint Elder beamed, unable to contain his joy. Before, he’d guarded Ye Chen out of mere appreciation. If danger arose, he’d likely prioritize his own safety. Now, he genuinely believed in Ye Chen. In a trap, he’d likely risk everything to save him.

With that, Ye Chen summoned the Heavenly Emperor Chariot. The bronze chariot blazed with divine fire, roaring toward the Sword Sect. Thinking of soon seeing his master, Ye Chen’s face broke into a smile…

…

Above the endless sea, two figures from the Central Continent sped toward the Great Yan Continent. A man and a woman.

The man stood tall, as if forged from sword bones, his aura sharp enough to sting the eyes and draw tears. In flight, he resembled a divine sword, slicing through all obstacles.

The woman wore shimmering silver armor. Radiating divine light and killing intent, it exuded the might of an Extreme Dao Weapon. The armor didn’t fully cover her curvaceous figure. A ten-centimeter gap at her waist revealed a flawless navel, sleek mermaid lines, and a blend of slenderness and strength. Her face was stunning yet fierce, like a goddess of war, capable of sweeping the cosmos. Her aura surpassed the man’s.

Uniquely, she had rare purple hair. At her brow, a closed vertical pupil pulsed with terrifying power, as if its opening would shatter the heavens. Anyone seeing her would be shocked, recognizing her identity. Her traits marked her not as human but as a War God Clan member.

Mid-flight, the man glanced at her, chuckling. ”Fellow Daoist Luo, thanks for coming along! Once I retrieve my ancestor’s Dugu Wooden Sword, my killing power will surge manifold. Then, I can easily unlock the ruins found in the second realm of the Immortal Path! There’s likely a Space Divine Stone inside. If we get it, we can both comprehend the Law of Space, upgrade our domains to cave-heavens, and break through to the Second Heaven. If there are small world fragments, even better!”

The woman smiled faintly, then frowned, a trace of worry in her eyes. ”But I’ve heard the Dugu Wooden Sword is with the Heavenly Emperor’s heir’s master, a gift from the heir. Taking it won’t offend the Heavenly Emperor’s heir? I’ve heard, though only at the First Heaven of the Mahayana Realm, he easily slew the Second Heaven Star River King Body…”