Immortality Starts With Investment

”That’s the Heavenly Emperor’s heir? Truly domineering!”

”His womanizing reputation is real. First time in Central Continent, heading to the Immortal Path, and still with a female companion!”

”His taste is impeccable. That woman’s waist is mesmerizing.”

”Yi Qingwu is top-tier, and Gu Yunyun, who sliced prodigies at the Immortal Path, is the top female sword cultivator. The fourth Holy Son’s picks are never lacking.”

”Tch, vertical pupil, purple hair—War God Clan?”

”The Heavenly Emperor’s heir spares no one, even the myriad races.”

”Rumor says War God Clan women are wild, yet she’s docile as a kitten beside him, not minding his hand on her navel.”

”That waist? I’d never tire of it!”

”The War God Clan feuded with the Heavenly Emperor, yet their descendant submits to his heir? Afraid of repeating the Star River Clan’s fate?”

”The Heavenly Emperor’s heir is our role model!”

”Making the War God Clan so wary—he’s our role model!”

As Ye Chen neared the Central Continent’s heart, more spectators gathered to witness him. Passing an immortal city, cultivators crowded above, buzzing with admiration for his presence. Some came to challenge him but, seeing him, lost all nerve. His path was unobstructed, not a single challenger.

Luo Bingling, now used to Ye Chen’s waist-touching, overheard monks mocking her. Her striking face darkened with killing intent. Her vertical pupil cracked open slightly. Terrifying power surged, her brow seeming to connect to a purgatory.

Instantly, dozens of golden divine beams shot toward the mockers. They, at the Unity stage, paled upon reacting. Her pupil’s strange force froze them, sealing their Qi and domains. In a flash, the beams engulfed them. When the surge faded, they were gone, annihilated.

Silence fell. All revered Luo Bingling’s ruthless cruelty. Some were furious—how dare a myriad race member act so boldly? One of the youths was tied to a Central Continent Holy Land. His guardian, enraged, charged out but froze under her gaze. Same Second Heaven, yet terrified. His anger and killing intent vanished as fast as he appeared.

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Luo Bingling, new to the world, was unknown to many. Now, someone guessed her identity: War God Clan princess, Luo Bingling.

Gasps followed. Not just for her status. Their awe for Ye Chen deepened. Taming a War God Clan princess? In finding Dao companions, the Heavenly Emperor’s heir surpassed the Emperor ten thousand times!

Ye Chen, knowing Luo Bingling wasn’t harmless, wasn’t surprised or bothered by her killing. On Earth, loose talk might mean detention. In the cultivation world, it meant death. Those men brought it on themselves.

”The Immortal Path’s close. You’ve been touching for so long. Tired? Take a break!” Luo Bingling said, mood lifted after killing, glancing at him helplessly. Her navel gem felt dulled, practically polished by his touch.

Ye Chen smiled. ”Fellow Daoist Luo, you’re the heavens’ finest creation. I’ll never tire. I only wish the Endless Sea were longer…”

Luo Bingling’s lips twitched, silent. Such perverseness was rare even among the myriad races. But in the Immortal Path, challengers awaited—many. He’d be too busy fighting to keep touching. Let him have his moment; it’d been nearly a month and a half. No big deal.

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Another day passed. They reached a massive immortal city, boundless and grand. Strict rules: no flying below Saint level. They landed at the gate, stowed the chariot, and walked in. Their entry drew countless gazes.

Some, initially eager to challenge Ye Chen, retreated after a glance. Powerful figures radiated killing intent but restrained themselves, sensing the auras arriving with Ye Chen. Despite many watching, nothing happened.

Ye Chen, unfazed, scanned the crowd, in good spirits. The city, simply called Immortal City, hosted the Immortal Path’s entrance at its center. When the Heavenly Emperor destroyed the Jianmu Tree, its fragments, rooted in divinity, formed a unique world.

It evolved into nine realms, the Nine Realms. Strict rules governed: low-realm cultivators could advance freely.

A First Heaven could enter the first, second, or third realms—even rush to the end if they dared. But higher-realm cultivators couldn’t backtrack. A Second Heaven couldn’t enter the first realm. Cultivators could only move forward.

Ye Chen, pondering, reached the city center. A massive, ancient teleportation array hung in the void. Stepping in led to the Immortal Path.

”Fellow Daoist Ye, let’s go! The second realm’s relic news leaked somehow. Many prodigies have gathered. If we’re late, it might be claimed,” Luo Bingling said, exhaling in relief.

Finally here.

Ye Chen didn’t rush. Scanning, he saw no familiar faces or those who attacked his master or chased his senior brother. They were either in the Immortal Path or hiding.

”No one’s stopping me?” he boomed, voice echoing through the crowd. Their faces shifted. During his absence, some Central Continent prodigies targeted his allies—everyone knew. The Heavenly Emperor’s heir was here for revenge!