Immortality Starts With Investment

The crowd looked at Yao Yuekong with disdain and astonishment. He seemed like a rugged warrior, but at death’s door, he showed his true colors. Selling out his sister and aunt to survive? Shameless! Where was his prodigy pride?

Even more shocking: the Heavenly Emperor’s heir seemed to be sparing him because of his sister and aunt. Was this real?

They’d heard Ye Chen risked his life entering enemy Holy Lands for women, gifting treasures to win their favor, boosting foes’ strength. He even built a harem peak branch there.

Already absurd. His obsession with women was demonic. But today? Sparing an enemy just for mentioning a sister and aunt? Was his fixation that extreme?

Yao Yuekong realized the misunderstanding. He wanted to clarify—he meant his sister and aunt would avenge him. But seeing Ye Chen pause, offering a chance to live, his lips trembled in relief, unable to speak.

…

Ye Chen gazed calmly at Yao Yuekong. ”Your sister’s talent really surpasses yours?”

Yao Yuekong didn’t want to answer. He hadn’t meant to sell his sister. But Ye Chen’s patience was thin, so Yao Yuekong nodded. ”My sister’s Heavenly Demon Body was deemed the most perfect in our clan for a million years.”

Their mother, attacked during pregnancy, caused Yao Yuekong’s origin loss and innate weakness. His sister, unaffected, possibly absorbed his lost origin. Her talent was outrageous.

Despite their mother’s bias toward him, insisting on restoring him, he’d have been abandoned otherwise. Still, at the same age, he was Second Heaven, while his sister was Fourth Heaven. The gap was stark.

Ye Chen raised a brow. If true, her multiplier was at least 4,000, maybe higher.

”Does she have a Dao companion?”

A critical question. Some Myriad Races women were loose. Like the Golden Crow princess he met—her multiplier was nil despite her talent.

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Yao Yuekong hesitated, feeling degraded. But once the line was crossed, it wasn’t as hard. He nodded. ”She’s always cultivated in the clan, never left. When the Immortal Path opened, she was sent to the fourth realm and hasn’t emerged.”

Good news. As for his aunt, Ye Chen had heard of her. The Peacock Clan was a mighty race. In the prior generation, a Peacock King was renowned, even in Central Continent. Her combat prowess was stunning, her bloodline regressed to ancestral roots, wielding five-colored innate tail feathers—stronger than most Extreme Dao Weapons, nearly invincible. Her fame later faded, retreating from the spotlight. Now, she was a Saint King.

”Your aunt is that former Peacock King, Yan Ruyu?” Ye Chen asked.

Yao Yuekong was stunned. He thought Ye Chen was only after his sister. Now he dared eye his aunt? She was a Sixth Heaven Saint King, a step from a Seventh Heaven Great Saint, near the cultivation world’s pinnacle. Ye Chen dared to entertain such thoughts? Was he suicidal?

”My aunt is indeed her, devoted to cultivation!” Yao Yuekong said quickly, fearing deadly questions. He dreaded her hearing this, killing Ye Chen, then him for tarnishing the clan.

Spectators gawked, awed. The Heavenly Emperor’s heir was fearless, coveting a Saint King.

Ye Chen felt no fear. Saint King? With his effort, he’d reach it soon. Even facing one now, with the Fusang Divine Tree, he had no worries.

…

Yao Yuekong feared Ye Chen demanding too much. He’d rather die than agree to excess. So he spoke, ”Even my sister doesn’t listen to me. My aunt? I barely see her, let alone talk. At most, I can promise to speak well of you to my sister. If we’re together, I’ll invite you as a friend for a chance to meet her…”

That was his limit. Promising to marry off his sister? His parents or sister would kill him. His aunt? One word more, and he’d be dead. But Ye Chen waved dismissively.

Yao Yuekong paled, thinking him unsatisfied. He couldn’t offer more. Unexpectedly, Ye Chen didn’t demand further.

”I won’t force you. I spared you because, on reflection, your actions were excusable. I don’t kill needlessly,” Ye Chen said calmly. ”No need for introductions. I’m not that kind of person! Go.”

Ye Chen expected nothing from Yao Yuekong. Weak, barely on par with Ba Wang, what family status could he have? Befriending him would only earn disdain from Yao Yuekong’s family.

Sparing Yao Yuekong was enough. He was strong, and his sister, more talented, was promising. The Peacock Clan’s Saint King, Yan Ruyu, with ancestral five-colored tail feathers, was deemed the prior generation’s top prodigy. Even more promising.

Sparing Yao Yuekong gave him a conversation starter if he met them. That sufficed. He didn’t need introductions to charm women. Yao Yuekong could live or die, but trading his life for two high-multiplier women was worth it.

Yao Yuekong froze. The growing crowd was stunned. Only Luo Bingling’s shock turned to disdain.

Not that kind of person? You’re exactly that person!