Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 267: Northern Emperorʼs Inheritance!

At Champion Kingʼs mansion, a steady stream of officials and powerhouses paid their respects, bearing lavish gifts, all convinced he would be the next Great Chu emperor. His subordinates regarded Su Yuxuan with newfound awe. Sheʼd crushed Wang Lun, and had he not surrendered, he mightʼve been refined to death. Her strength was undeniable.

On his throne, Champion Kingʼs impassive gaze lingered on Su Yuxuan, a flicker of approval in his eyes. With a wave, a golden pill floated to her. ”This is a Dragon-Tiger Pill, crafted from the cores and blood of a late Golden Core tiger and Jiao—a supreme healing medicine.”

Su Yuxuan accepted it without hesitation. ”Thank you, Lord! But Iʼm too drained to fight for you tomorrow.”

Champion King nodded calmly. ”No matter. Flying Tiger, youʼre up. Kill that Ye Chen—donʼt care if he surrenders. The day after, Iʼll take the stage myself and usher in Great Chuʼs new emperor.”

The Flying Tiger General, late Golden Core with a surging aura, rose with murderous intent. He obeyed without question. ”Yes, Lord!”

Su Yuxuan raised an eyebrow, glancing at the General with pity. She wasnʼt sure if her Senior Brother could outmatch Champion King, but this Flying Tiger? Heʼs already dead.

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At the Wang residence, the mood was grim. No one had anticipated Wang Lunʼs defeat. Su Yuxuan, an unknown, had proven terrifyingly strong. Even Li Feihuangʼs face darkened.

She turned to Ye Chen. ”Fellow Daoist, are you confident?”

Ye Chen grinned. ”Your Highness, just prepare for your coronation.”

Li Feihuang chuckled, assuming he was joking. But Ye Chen was dead serious. The cultivation worldʼs major powers, shameless in their greed, dragged out a one-day arena into a prolonged spectacle to milk visitorsʼ spirit stones.

Ye Chen had no patience for it. He aimed to wrap it up in three days—tomorrow, heʼd fight Su Yuxuan, then the Flying Tiger General, and finally crush Champion King in one fell swoop.

But recalling Su Yuxuanʼs feigned injury today, he suspected her cunning would keep her from facing him. If so, he might finish in just two days.

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On the second day, under the gaze of countless cultivators, the sky arena rose again. Ye Chen faced the silver-armored Flying Tiger General and sighed—as expected. His eyes flicked to Su Yuxuan in the crowd, dangling her feet and watching the show. Catching his gaze, she flashed a sly smile, tilted her head, and blew him a kiss.

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As the Great Chu elderʼs authoritative voice rang out, the Flying Tiger General, gripping a long spear, eyed Ye Chen, pondering how to crush him decisively—perhaps letting him cry surrender before striking, or denying him even that chance. Ye Chen, seeing the General frozen in place, frowned. Just standing there waiting to die?

With a casual wave, Ye Chen slapped out. Purple-gold energy surged, blanketing the capitalʼs skies, dimming the heavens. A massive purple-gold palm descended with a boom.

The Flying Tiger Generalʼs face twisted in shock. Locked by the Heaven-Destroying Hand, his aura was suppressed, leaving him no time to react. The palm slammed him into the arena floor, shaking the platform and sending tremors through the capital below.

As the purple-gold hand dissipated, the General lay broken—silver armor shattered, flesh torn, barely clinging to life, unable to rise. The crowd erupted in stunned uproar.

Li Feihuangʼs eyes flashed with surprise. The Wang Clan buzzed with elation. Even Champion Kingʼs ever-stoic gaze narrowed slightly.

Ye Chen glanced at the General, then calmly turned to the elder. Heʼd held back—since the General harbored no killing intent, Ye Chen saw no need to kill. Securing the reward was enough.

”Princessʼs side wins!” the elder declared, his thunderous voice echoing across the capital, proclaiming Ye Chenʼs victory.

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On her way back to Champion Kingʼs mansion, Su Yuxuan skipped along, mood buoyant. She spoke to Manjusaka in her mind, ”See, Master? I told you Senior Brotherʼs incredible! Good thing I didnʼt fight him. Iʼll stay at the mansion one more day. If Senior Brother wins tomorrow, weʼll go straight to him. Heʼs no saint, but heʼs generous.”

Manjusaka wanted to retort but fell silent, recalling that palm. Even at her peak in mid-Golden Core, she couldnʼt have unleashed such a spell. Ye Chenʼs spiritual power was terrifyingly potent.

Still, she huffed, ”Ye Chenʼs decent, but Champion Kingʼs stronger. I just remembered—that chariot is the Northern Emperorʼs, the ultimate killing machine of my era. I saw it myself. The Northern Emperor was nearly invincible in the Unity Realm, carving his own path of slaughter and even slaying a Great Ascension. He fell attempting to break through to that realm. If Champion King inherited his legacy, Ye Chenʼs no match.”

Su Yuxu frowned. The cultivation worldʼs history was vast, and figures like the Northern Emperor, who didnʼt reach the pinnacle, faded quickly. Sheʼd never heard of him, but Manjusakaʼs words painted a fearsome picture. Better warn Senior Brother.

Using the transmission talisman sheʼd exchanged with Ye Chen, she relayed the warning about the chariotʼs possible Northern Emperor heritage, urging caution. Then she returned to the palace, settling into her courtyard to await tomorrow.

That evening, a servant knocked. ”Lady Su, Champion King summons you.”

Su Yuxuan frowned, suspecting he wanted her to probe Ye Chen in the arena tomorrow. Fine. Senior Brother wonʼt go too hard. Unfazed, she sauntered to the main hall.

Champion King sat alone on his throne, hair disheveled, wine cup in hand, eyes gleaming.

”Greetings, Your Highness,” Su Yuxuan said. ”Tomorrow, Iʼll risk my life to expose Ye Chenʼs secrets.”

He fixed her with a calm stare, his voice like rolling thunder. ”No need. Iʼll handle it. Tonight, youʼll serve me.”

Su Yuxuanʼs eyes narrowed, her voice icy. ”I have a dao companion.”

Champion Kingʼs lips curled. ”Even better.”

Her face chilled further. ”You insist on forcing this?”

Toying with his cup, he eyed her feet. ”What I want, I always get.”

Before he finished, Su Yuxuan transformed into a blood-red light, streaking toward the hallʼs exit. Champion King, unsurprised, smirked. He flicked his wine, and it morphed into a massive hand, radiating a slaughterous aura, enveloping the bloodlight.

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