Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 752: Brother Really Loves Me So Much!

Yet why did his own little green tea have this figure? Those endlessly long, straight legs—probably longer than most peopleʼs destinies, werenʼt they? And that eye-catching dominance, bold and unrestrained enough to rival his masterʼs.

The once modest little volleyballs had turned into full moons, paired with those legs like twin bright moons hanging high. Even the originally loose, ethereal cyan dress now clung with fiery allure. Her entire aura had undergone a heaven-and-earth reversal compared to before. Since when could Yao Yuezhi transform? To hide such a monumental secret from him—truly unacceptable.

Ye Chen guessed it was likely a change brought by her cave heavenʼs ascension. But it was a good thing. If they became Dao companions in the future, the first half could use her original form—enjoying gentle tenderness and soft whispers. The second half transformed—experiencing domineering full moons and grand, sweeping motions.

One person alone, yet offering the experience of two pairs of wings. Wouldnʼt that send him soaring straight to the heavens?

In short, confirming Yao Yuezhi was safe and sound. And her opponent was utterly useless.

Ye Chen relaxed completely. Mediating the fight? Impossible. His steps slowed to a leisurely stroll toward the arena. Heʼd just collect the origin later.

…

Yao Yuezhi hadnʼt expected Feng Youhuang to truly surrender. Her gaze swept across that aloof, stunning face. Feeling Ye Chenʼs ever-gentle eyes upon her. Her thoughts raced, then solidified in an instant.

She loved Ye Chen. But she refused to gift him other women—to share his love with anyone else. She wanted those tender eyes to gaze only upon her forever. The women before her—she couldnʼt change that; she had arrived too late! But with so many already. If she foolishly kept sending him more women, sheʼd be stupid beyond saving. So…

”Sorry, Brother…”

Yao Yuezhi murmured softly.

The next moment, the delicate jade hand gripping Feng Youhuangʼs slender neck erupted in blinding light, unleashing a cataclysmic surge of destructive demonic qi.

Feng Youhuang—who had resolved to endure humiliation, survive by cunning, and one day cleanse her shame. Her pupils contracted sharply.

”What are you doing? I already agreed to submit…”

Once one chose to cling to life, facing death again, composure vanished. The approach of oblivion filled her with terror as she screamed…

But Yao Yuezhi seemed deaf to it. The next instant, boundless, destructive demonic qi surged like a raging flood.

Unstoppable!

Feng Youhuangʼs body was instantly engulfed by the torrent, reduced to ashes in a flash. Even the divine flames that had burned unquenched in the arena. Finally dimmed and died under this annihilating force…

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After dying five times in succession, Feng Youhuang had truly fallen!

The scene exploded in uproar. Though midway through, everyone had guessed she was outmatched. Her actual demise still left them dazed.

Yao Yuezhi was simply too ferocious. She couldnʼt merely be called the foremost female cultivator of the myriad races in this generation. Among the entire myriad racesʼ current prodigies, few could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her. Yet amid countless shocked, admiring, and reverent gazes.

Yao Yuezhi flicked her jade hand, unleashing a dazzling divine light—like a veil of gossamer that enveloped her layer by layer. When the radiance faded, the Yao Yuezhi who reappeared before everyone had reverted to her former delicate, willow-like frailty. She looked toward Ye Chen, her pretty face pale, lips bloodless. Her entire frame seemed gravely wounded and frail—as though a gentle breeze could topple her.

Ye Chen rose at once, flying toward the arena with regret on his face. Yao Yuezhiʼs final strike had been too fierce—sheʼd lost considerable origin. Every drop, when passed on, became thousands or tens of thousands in return. Truly a pity.

Ye Chen stepped into the arena and silently activated the Indestructible Heavenly Art, quietly collecting the scattered origin across the battlefield. Yet he couldnʼt hold back a sigh.

Feng Youhuangʼs divine flames had fully extinguished—no chance to harvest their origin. He had planned to gift it to Little Phoenix later, see if it triggered anything interesting, and perhaps boost her multiplier. The current Little Phoenix differed from before—no longer just proud, but now tinged with insecurity. So when he discussed demonic patterns with Elder Lin, Little Phoenix always lingered hesitantly outside the door, too timid to enter. What a pity.

Yao Yuezhi caught Ye Chenʼs regretful expression and panicked inwardly. She feared he might blame her. After all, Feng Youhuang was undeniably beautiful, and she had boldly promised to bring him a maidservant. Her pale lips trembled faintly, eyes rimming red with guilt.

She avoided his gaze, explaining softly, ”Brother, I truly intended to subdue Feng Youhuang and offer her to you as a maidservant. But she refused to yield even in death—and in the end, tried to self-detonate to take me with her. I panicked. My power slipped control, and I accidentally killed her. Brother, I didnʼt mean to! Please forgive me?”

Her voice carried a sob, like a child who knew sheʼd done wrong. After such an intense battle, she must have expended vastly. It showed in those bloodless lips.

Yet now she looked so pitiful and heartbreaking, lacking even the courage to meet her belovedʼs eyes. The sight tugged at many onlookersʼ hearts. It left numerous spectators dazed, doubting whether the female war god who had throttled Feng Youhuang moments ago was merely an illusion.

Ye Chen finished silently gathering the origin. Seeing Yao Yuezhi like this, delight bloomed within him. How could he miss that she had deliberately slain Feng Youhuang in the end? But he felt no anger. Multiplier or not. Even if there had been one, he wouldnʼt reproach her for it. The cultivation world teemed with women bearing multipliers. Was he truly to claim every one he encountered? Heʼd become a veritable stallion.

And Yao Yuezhi harboring such little jealousy only proved she truly loved him. Before true love, human nature was inherently possessive. Only rarities like Senior An—willing to sacrifice herself for her niece, asking the heart without guilt—stood apart.

Thus, beneath Yao Yuezhiʼs cautious gaze, Ye Chenʼs lips curved upward in an indulgent smile. He stepped forward, opened his arms, and gently drew her into an embrace. His long fingers tenderly brushed the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear.

Then he leaned down slightly, meeting her eyes levelly, voice soft. ”As long as youʼre safe, Yuezhi—thatʼs all that matters. In my eyes, ten thousand Feng Youhuangs arenʼt worth a single strand of your hair. Promise me—next time something like this happens, donʼt hide it from me. Donʼt take the stage on your own for my sake.”

His gentle words struck her eardrums like warm spring sunlight. And his declaration sent waves of warmth coursing through Yao Yuezhiʼs body.

Brother really loves me so much. Even with that earlier regret, he wouldnʼt utter a single harsh word to her!