Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 502: The Formation Finally Opens!

Inside the formation, after Yi Qingwuʼs subtle hints, Ye Chenʼs lips curled. He pointed to a recording stone flitting about, capturing everything. ”This has recorded it all,” he said with a smile. ”What do you think Heavenly Intention Holy Sonʼs reaction would be if I gave him this stone before I die?”

Yi Qingwuʼs eyes widened.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. ”Or should I activate it now, project the scene onto the formation, and let the million cultivators of Great Shang Immortal City see the Holy Maiden dining?”

Yi Qingwu swallowed hard, glaring at him in fury. ”You wouldnʼt dare!”

With plenty of time ahead, Ye Chen enjoyed playing this domestic drama with the fiancée. His smile widened. ”Iʼm about to die. What wouldnʼt I dare?”

Yi Qingwu bit her lip, her eyes blazing with defiance. ”You demon, despicable Ye the Fourth! How else do you plan to humiliate me?”

She stood and knelt, as if surrendering. But Ye Chen shook his head, pulling her up. The fiancée had been good to him, gifting him this and that. For over two days, she hadnʼt stopped, likely exhausted. He couldnʼt bear to keep tormenting her the same way. It felt too cruel.

So, Ye Chen chose a different approach. Her face was the most beautiful, captivating beyond compare. But her commanding presence was equally striking, her curves perfectly rounded. Switching things up would be more effective—and bring new joys. Yi Qingwuʼs eyes widened again, but she cut him off. ”The symbol is one stroke short. Finish them first.”

Ye Chen sighed, complying with her request to complete the symbol.

Inside the formation, Ye Chen passed the time contentedly, awaiting the formationʼs collapse in seven days. Outside, Heavenly Intention Holy Son also waited, but with growing anxiety. His concern was impossible to hide, mixed with deep self-blame. He cursed his own weakness, unable to save the fiancée.

Roaring at the formation, he shouted, ”Ye the Fourth, drop the formation and release Qingwu! I swear on Heavenly Intention Holy Landʼs name, Iʼll spare your life! Otherwise, when the formation breaks and Mo Yixi falls, Iʼll make you beg for death!”

Unlike before, Ye Chen didnʼt respond, as if preoccupied. Heavenly Intention Holy Sonʼs fists clenched tighter. What could Ye Chen be busy with, facing death? He didnʼt dare imagine but couldnʼt stop himself. The more he thought, the more it felt real. The fiancéeʼs voice seemed to echo in his ears. Veins bulged on his forehead as he lowered his head, hiding his murderous gaze. Toward Fang Qing, lounging smugly in the void, refusing to act, Ying Tianshengʼs killing intent surged. Once he broke through to the Mahayana stage, Fang Qing would be the first to die.

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Fang Qing, however, maintained his confident smirk, fully in control. He could sense Mo Yixiʼs aura, despite his efforts to conceal it, steadily declining. At this rate, in just over four days, his aura would hit rock bottom. The effects of his sublimation would vanish entirely. Over the next few days, it unfolded as expected.

Mo Yixiʼs aura continued to weaken. His face betrayed anxiety, and he even cursed at Fang Qing, challenging him to fight. But Fang Qing remained unmoved.

Youʼre anxious, but hold on, he thought. Why would he let Mo Yixi fight at his peak? Heʼd rather let his stew, powerless, and revel in the control.

During this time, Heavenly Intention Holy Son noticed Mo Yixiʼs weakening. He repeatedly begged Fang Qing to act. The silence within the formation fueled his wild imagination. In his mind, Ye Chen and the fiancée had explored every ”lesson” possible. The more he thought, the more frantic he became, unable to stay calm.

Yet Fang Qing ignored him, stoking Heavenly Intentionʼs hatred—surpassing even his loathing for Ye Chen. If he ever got the chance, Ying Tiansheng wouldnʼt hold back.

Days dragged like years for Heavenly Intention Holy Son. Finally, the seventh day arrived. The formationʼs divine light dimmed, its core materials cracking, barely holding together. Mo Yixiʼs aura had fallen to an ordinary Unity stage level.

Fang Qingʼs lips curled. It was time to strike. Toying with his foe had been satisfying; now, crushing the once-legendary Mo Yixi would be even sweeter. This trip to Great Yan Continent was truly thrilling.

Heavenly Intention Holy Son, too, refused to wait longer. With Mo Yixi so weak, he thought, I can handle this! But as he prepared to charge, the formation shook and exploded.

Heavenly Intention Holy Sonʼs True Martial Eyes blazed gold, scanning for the fiancée, dreading the humiliations he imagined sheʼd endured. Soon, two figures appeared in his sight. His pupils contracted sharply.

Inside the formation, Ye Chen surveyed his work with satisfaction. The fiancéeʼs primordial spirit core now bore six symbols. On the projection of her delicate chin, only one stroke was needed for two more. Her commanding presence and perfect curves each gained an extra symbol over the four days.

Calculating the time, Ye Chen saw room for one more round and didnʼt want to waste it. He noticed Yi Qingwuʼs crystalline jade feet, toes like pearls, reminding him of the little demoness. He thought to reminisce about her through this. But the fiancéeʼs obsession with completion took over. She insisted on finishing the final symbol on her chin before the formation broke, fearing sheʼd never get the chance.

Ye Chen, soft-hearted for her, couldnʼt refuse. This time, though, she demanded he lie flat in the void. Ye Chen was stunned. She spoke matter-of-factly, ”Iʼve been exhausted. Donʼt I deserve some enjoyment? Otherwise, Iʼll tell Heavenly Intention Holy Son everything, and heʼll obliterate your soul.”

Ye Chenʼs dawdling had worn her patience thin, even with her moon-like calm. To cultivation world men, her request was humiliating—prideful men couldnʼt tolerate a woman taking the lead.

But Ye Chen was different. As a transmigrator from the 21st century, he valued equality. Plus, the adorable fiancée deserved pampering. Seeing him agree so readily, Yi Qingwuʼs eyes held surprise and gratitude. Ye Chen was too indulgent with her. Then, Ye Chenʼs brow quirked.

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