Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 749: Who Can’t Transform?

The crowdʼs astonishment centered, naturally, on Yao Yuezhi. They had never truly anticipated that Yao Yuezhi—merely at the early stage of the fourth heaven—could unleash such formidable might. To clash evenly with Feng Youhuang, a peak fourth-heaven powerhouse, bordered on the inconceivable.

The scene defied all reason. Most crucially, Yao Yuezhiʼs cave heaven core had shattered before. How had she recovered at all? And why did she seem not just restored, but stronger than ever?

The mere thought of the Qiankun Cauldronʼs stringent requirements for domain mending stirred faint suspicions in the spectatorsʼ hearts. Some drew sharp, involuntary breaths, a startling conjecture blooming within: had Yao Yuezhi truly drained the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir dry?

They recalled how, since that day, the heir had vanished like mist in the wind, never to reappear.

Many grew all the more convinced—this must be the truth. After all, no ordinary man would allow such a drawing. But the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir? A notorious womanizer. Who could say for sure!

The Divine Silkworm Clanʼs patriarch felt certain of it, down to his bones. Outsiders knew nothing of the staggering price Ye Chen had paid for the Qiankun Cauldron. To yield so much for the vessel alone. How much more for saving his woman?

Plainly, the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir had been emptied. His strength plummeted. Hence, Yao Yuezhi had stepped forward in his stead.

At the thought, a sly glint flickered in the patriarchʼs eyes, his mind wandering far. After all, the heir held more than just the Compliant Golden-Hooped Rod. There was also the Heavenly Emperor Sword—a supreme Extreme Dao Weapon!

Not only did the Divine Silkworm patriarch grasp this with such acuity, but powerhouses from myriad other clans did too. Many clan elites shared the insight. Some bore grudges against the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir.

Others, against the Emperor himself. Still others simply spied opportunity. In all cases, once that probable truth dawned, greed stirred restlessly in their hearts. For the Heavenly Emperorʼs heirʼs renown rested not solely on talent and women. But on his staggering wealth...

Though many spectators had already grown distracted, their minds churning with schemes, the battle in the arena raged on like a storm of shifting winds and clouds.

Countless onlookers drew sharp breaths once more. For as the fight wore on, Yao Yuezhi gradually gained the upper hand. Her fleshly body proved terrifying in its might. She appeared fragile as springtime willows, seemingly breakable at a touch—yet her resilience bordered on the absurd.

No matter what potent dao or law Feng Youhuang unleashed, Yao Yuezhi needed only a casual wave to shatter it utterly. Even Feng Youhuangʼs mutated, devastating Nirvana Divine Fire failed to impede her.

By contrast, Yao Yuezhiʼs every strike forced Feng Youhuang into hasty evasion. She yielded ground steadily, on the verge of being driven to the arenaʼs edge. The display left the crowd gaping, questioning their very senses. When had Yao Yuezhi become this fierce?

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Feng Youhuang herself hadnʼt foreseen it. Before even clashing with the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir himself, she found herself hounded to such desperation by his woman. Her phoenix eyes narrowed at once, her small mouth parting as she drew the endless Nirvana Divine Fire into herself.

Feng Youhuangʼs skin gleamed crystalline and translucent. Her form surged upward in an instant, transforming into a three-meter-tall fire phoenix, wreathed in ceaseless divine flames that boiled like a sky-scorching inferno. Boundless fire spread, turning every corner of the battlefield into a searing domain.

Immersed within it, Feng Youhuang gained uncanny augmentation. When Yao Yuezhiʼs petite fists hammered toward her, they met barriers forged of the divine fire—unyielding walls that absorbed every ounce of force, dissolving it into nothingness.

In that moment, the tide turned once more.

”This is Feng Youhuangʼs Undying Mark and Endless Fire Domain!”

”Rumor has it her bloodline mutated, granting her this singular divine ability. In this state, she repels all arts—any external force crumbles harmlessly. And that Endless Fire Domain? Utterly tyrannical. It turns the entire field into a blazing hell, scorching foes without respite. Divine abilities unleashed within amplify several times over!”

”Yao Yuezhi actually forced Feng Youhuang to this extent—astonishing. But now sheʼs fallen behind. Looks like she canʼt win after all.”

”Whereʼs the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir? If he doesnʼt show soon, Yao Yuezhi wonʼt last much longer before sheʼs refined away.”

The murmurs swelled, the crowd increasingly convinced something grave had befallen the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir. Yet facing Feng Youhuangʼs true form and her strongest divine ability,

Yao Yuezhi showed not a trace of panic. In the next instant, Yao Yuezhiʼs dark tresses whipped wildly as a portal to her cave heaven yawned open behind her, radiating enigmatic light. Endless, peculiar essence poured forth like a raging torrent, flooding into her body in an unceasing stream.

Feng Youhuangʼs eyes narrowed slightly at the ferocious cave heaven power surging from Yao Yuezhi—a force that even stirred unease in her own heart. Her own domain spanned thirty thousand miles, a feat in itself.

Yet Yao Yuezhiʼs felt deeper, more profound in its foundation. The portal gaped wide enough for Feng Youhuang to fly straight through. But memories of her three Half-Saintsʼ shattered life plaques stayed her hand. Who knew if Ye Chen had woven another peerless killing array within? To charge in blindly would be suicide.

Yao Yuezhi noted Feng Youhuangʼs inaction and felt a twinge of disappointment. Her domain lacked such arrays, true—but its resilience was staggering; Feng Youhuang couldnʼt dent it. Luring her inside would have made suppression all the easier. Still, it hardly mattered if she stayed out. For under this boundless cave heaven essenceʼs fierce empowerment,

Yao Yuezhiʼs body underwent a seismic shift. Her once-slender, fragile form ballooned like bamboo shoots after rain, swelling visibly in the span of a breath. In a blink, her height rocketed from five feet seven to over seven feet six. Her figure morphed from lithe delicacy to a powerful, voluptuous fullness.

Those legs, once like the delicate stem of a wine goblet—elegant and breakable—now plumped with ideal heft, like jade pillars lovingly tended, their sleek muscle lines rippling with the slightest flex. And longer too—their proportions were breathtaking. Her arms, previously so frail they seemed one gust from snapping, followed suit.

Even her pert little mounds swelled, nearly matching her shoulders in breadth. But the changes didnʼt stop there. Her upper body, once modestly cute, now curved with jaw-dropping drama—full and commanding, radiating pressure. Had Ye Chen seen it, delight would have lit his face.

Yet those signature willow-leaf brows remained, framing a smile laced with chill menace as Yao Yuezhi fixed on Feng Youhuang. ”Transformed, are we? Impressive. But who canʼt do that?”