Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 430: A Strange Request!

Divine light engulfed Ye Chen and Yi Qingwuʼs spiritual senses.

”Ah…” Yi Qingwuʼs primordial spirit let out a startled cry, drained of all strength. Her seven-colored spirit not only yielded to Ye Chenʼs guidance but began to actively cooperate.

Ye Chenʼs body, standing nearby, trembled slightly. This sensation was different from his experience with Fan Qinghe. Though both were spiritual senses, they were worlds apart.

Fan Qingheʼs was vibrant and wild, while Yi Qingwuʼs was like cold moonlight—chilly yet profound. Neither was superior, but the experience was striking, feeling as real as the physical body.

Beneath the Moon Palace, Yi Qingwuʼs body wavered, barely able to stand. ”This is fake, all fake. You canʼt shake my Dao heart, scoundrel!”

For the pure and pristine Yi Qingwu, this was utterly terrifying, as if she were truly experiencing it all. She nearly fainted from the ordeal.

Compared to her distress, Ye Chen recovered quickly. Having been through this before, he had some immunity. More importantly, his heart was set on the Dao, his will unshakable. He felt no pity for Yi Qingwu. Sheʼd set up an array to ambush and kill him, armed with an Extreme Dao Weapon and the Broad Cold Divine Realm. Against anyone else, this wouldʼve been a death trap. His victory wasnʼt due to her mercy but his own strength. In such a case, he wouldnʼt hold back on retribution.

Heʼd intended to kill her outright, but the Moon Palaceʼs mysterious connection to her Broad Cold Immortal Physique made that difficult for now. This was the next best option—making her pay a price.

From a distance, Yi Qingwuʼs body collapsed to the ground beneath the Moon Palace, her moonlit skin flushed with pink. Her voice, frail and trembling, pleaded, ”Ye Chen, stop now, and Iʼll truly let you place the imprint!”

Watching their primordial spirits entwine in the void, she was on the verge of madness. Her spirit mirrored her body, making the sensations all too real—an unbearable scene. All she wanted was for it to stop; an imprint seemed trivial now. But Ye Chen ignored her, relentlessly driving his spiritual sense forward with forceful momentum. Even as her spirit faltered, he didnʼt pause.

He didnʼt trust Yi Qingwu. She was cunning, deploying countless tactics and killing moves against a mere Nascent Soul like him. Who knew what other schemes she hid? Ye Chen trusted only himself.

Just as when Fan Qinghe first underwent Nirvana.

After their divine communion ended, their spiritual senses merged seamlessly, allowing Ye Chen to effortlessly drain Yi Qingwuʼs spirit sense. It was the same now. Once it was over, he could easily imprint his mark at her core without her needing to lower her defenses.

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In the void, the scene was breathtaking. Anyone witnessing it would be overwhelmed with excitement. This was undoubtedly the most stirring spectacle in all of Great Yan Continent.

After what felt like an eternity, it finally concluded. Yi Qingwuʼs true form beneath the Moon Palace could barely stand, collapsing to the ground, her body drenched in sweat. She tried to recall her primordial spirit but was engulfed in a languid haze, unable to move a single finger. Her flushed, bewildered face, like rouge dissolving in water, was strikingly beautiful—a sight even the Holy Son of Heavenly Intention had never seen.

”Ye Chen, youʼve gone too far…” Yi Qingwu scolded, but her words lacked strength, sounding more like a petulant whine.

Ye Chenʼs expression remained cold, devoid of any tenderness. His spirit sense flowed, swiftly forming two characters with a secret technique, striking toward the core of Yi Qingwuʼs primordial spirit. Not something trivial like ”safe passage”—that would be too humiliating.

Ye Chen respected all beings and wouldnʼt stoop to such acts. The two characters he formed were his own name. Having subdued Yi Qingwu, using his name as the imprint was only fitting—not an insult.

Yet, as Yi Qingwuʼs primordial spirit saw those characters, her exquisite eyes widened, filled with humiliation and defiance. Powerless to resist, she could only cry out as Ye Chenʼs name crashed into her spiritʼs core, leaving an indelible mark.

”Ye Chen, youʼre a demonic cultivator…” Her beautiful face was etched with resentment, fists clenched tightly, but it was futile—she could only rage helplessly. His name now resided at her spiritʼs core, an imprint that would persist even if she ascended to the Immortal Platform. What greater humiliation could there be? Worst of all, she was the fiancée of the Holy Son of Heavenly Intention. How could she face him now?

Fury and shame consumed Yi Qingwu as she glared at Ye Chen. ”Iʼll kill you someday! Kill you! Kill you! Iʼll tell the Holy Son everything—how you humiliated his fiancée. Not even Hua Yunfei will save you then! The Holy Son will crush you with the Secret of Battle!”

Her words were frantic, unfiltered. Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. Her defiance was bold, even with his mark on her. Should he toss her into the Human Emperor Banner for punishment?

Sensing his displeasure, Yi Qingwu tilted her chin defiantly. ”What? Youʼll just use those vile Heavenly Desire Sect techniques to torment me again? Think Iʼm scared? Bring it on!”

Ye Chen smirked at her bizarre challenge. He wasnʼt one for mercy. With a flash of his brow, his spirit sense surged again. Yi Qingwuʼs spirit sense gritted her teeth, eyes shut, fearless yet powerless, occasionally taunting him with a huff.

After a long while, calm returned. Yi Qingwu fell silent, eyes still closed. Ye Chen considered releasing her spirit sense. With his mark in place, sheʼd be at his mercy in any future encounters. For now, he could toss her the Laurel Tree fragment and force her to accept it, curious about the outcome.

If it didnʼt yield a critical result, heʼd use it to fertilize the Enlightenment Tea Tree for a few extra leaves. The auction house mentioned there were more fragments in the Central Continent anyway. When vying for the Immortal Path, heʼd head there, secure those fragments, and gift them to a Central Continent fairy—perhaps triggering a Moon Laurel Immortal Tree.

With that, Ye Chen casually released his hold, letting Yi Qingwuʼs primordial spirit go. To his surprise, she didnʼt flee. Instead, she raised her head proudly. ”Thatʼs it? I may not have done anything with the Holy Son, but I know heʼd outdo you in this. Once I return, Iʼll have him suppress you!”

Her taunts continued, mocking Ye Chen as inferior. No man could tolerate such provocation. Without hesitation, he unleashed his spirit sense again, pressing down ruthlessly.