Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 300: The Ancestor Arrives! The Ancestor Falls!

Having narrowly escaped death by divine thunder, Han Fengʼs eyes glinted with a dangerous edge. As the Young Master of Heavenly Nether Sect, an invincible figure in the Golden Core realm, heʼd nearly capsized in a ditch.

His gaze locked onto the fleeing Elder Lin. Turning into a black shadow, he pursued her with terrifying speed, catching up in an instant. In front of Han Feng, Elder Lin was powerless. Her head was crushed in a single grip, and with a flash of nether flame, her soul was seized and refined.

Only after killing her did Han Fengʼs expression soften slightly. He turned to An Yuyi, his voice low and menacing. ”When you fall into my hands, Iʼll make sure you wish for death.”

Meanwhile, An Yuyi had activated the array disk. A translucent golden barrier, roughly a few dozen square meters, materialized around her, its edges touching the ground where faint flames flickered.

Ignoring Han Fengʼs threats, she pulled out her sect token and activated its distress signal. Though far from the sect, they were still within Divine Will Mountain, where the sect had established several outposts. Her message would soon bring reinforcements.

She glanced at the transmission talisman Ye Chen had given her, hesitating briefly before stowing it back in her storage ring without activating it. Her eyes drifted to the black-robed elder in the sky, her mood heavy.

She hadnʼt expected Han Feng to have a protector. Such figures were rare in the cultivation world—high-level cultivators had their own paths to pursue and little time to babysit juniors, not to mention the loss of face. But as Heavenly Nether Sectʼs Young Master, it wasnʼt surprising for Han Feng to have a Nascent Soul guardian.

The elderʼs ability to nullify her divine thunder indicated at least mid-Nascent Soul strength. Ye Chen was formidable, but facing a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator was too risky. She decided against calling him.

Fortunately, the sectʼs ancestor had recently emerged from seclusion. Though only early Nascent Soul, the gap of a single minor realm shouldnʼt be insurmountable. An Yuyi felt a twinge of unease but chose to place her trust in the ancestor.

At Divine Will Sect, the usually tranquil main peak stirred with sudden activity. The Master of the Inner Affairs Hall rushed in, his face grave, reporting to the Sect Master. ”Elder Lin from Spiritual Plant Peak sent a distress signal. She and Elder An Yuyi ventured deep into Divine Will Mountain.”

The Sect Master, a late Golden Core cultivator, narrowed his eyes and immediately prepared to summon the elders for a rescue mission. But the Inner Affairs Hall Masterʼs expression shifted again. ”I just received a transmission… Elder Linʼs life tablet has shattered. Sheʼs fallen. Elder An Yuyi has also sent a distress signal!”

The Sect Masterʼs face darkened. Heʼd seen An Yuyi just days ago—already late Golden Core, her cultivation advancing at an astonishing pace. Trained by An Miaoli, her combat prowess was undoubtedly formidable. Yet, a late Golden Core and a mid-Golden Core elder together had lost one in the blink of an eye. What kind of enemy could do this? A demonic beast? A rogue cultivator? Or another sect?

As the Sect Master debated summoning all late-stage elders for the rescue, a robust voice boomed. ”Iʼll handle it! In my Divine Will Mountain, Iʼd like to see who dares cause trouble on our turf. Itʼs been a while since these old bones got some exercise!”

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The Sect Master breathed a sigh of relief. With the Ancestor personally intervening, there was nothing to worry about. He and the Inner Affairs Hall Master bowed respectfully. The Divine Will Ancestorʼs hearty laughter echoed, fading as he swiftly departed.

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Meanwhile, at Quiet Wonder Peak, Ye Chen stretched leisurely after finishing his cultivation. The systemʼs cooldown had just reset, and with An Yuyi away, he planned to randomly select a lucky female disciple to gift a treasure.

But something caught his attention, and he raised an eyebrow. A token in his storage space had been vibrating for who-knows-how-long, unnoticed during his cultivation. Retrieving it, he recognized it immediately: the response token tied to the defensive array disk heʼd given An Yuyi. When the array disk was activated, the token would react—a common feature in high-end defensive arrays, some even indicating the approximate location of activation.

This allowed sect elders, busy with their own cultivation, to monitor their prodigiesʼ safety without constant supervision. If the array was deployed, it meant the user was in serious danger.

”Yuyiʼs multiplier may be lower, but her techniques, spiritual artifacts, and more are top-tier,” Ye Chen mused. ”Her cultivation method is solid, and she has the True Phoenix Treasure Technique. I even gave her a talisman capable of harming a Nascent Soul cultivator. To be forced to use the array disk under these circumstances?”

Something was seriously wrong.

Ye Chen was surprised. Why hadnʼt An Yuyi contacted him? He glanced at the communication talisman at his waist, puzzled, then activated it, the talisman glowing softly.

Soon, it connected. ”Yuyi, whatʼs going on over there?” he asked, feeling the inconvenience keenly. Having grown accustomed to Earthʼs omnipresent signal coverage, the cultivation worldʼs cumbersome communication methods were frustrating. No video calls, no instant messaging—just talismans.

On the other end, An Yuyiʼs voice carried a mix of joy and surprise, but her response was vague, as if she were hesitating to tell him the truth. Ye Chenʼs brows furrowed.

But then, a boisterous laugh interrupted, transmitted through the talisman. ”Letʼs see who dares cause trouble in my Divine Will Sect!”

An Yuyiʼs tone brightened. ”The Ancestorʼs here! Senior Brother Ye, donʼt worry. I ran into some trouble, but with the Ancestor here, itʼll be resolved soon.”

In the background, Ye Chen could hear the rumble of combat—earth-shaking clashes, likely Nascent Soul-level fighting. With the Divine Will Sect Ancestor on the scene, it should be fine, right?

Just as he was about to ask more, An Yuyi let out a startled cry, followed by a disbelieving shout: ”Ancestor…”

Ye Chen: …

That didnʼt sound good. The Ancestor arrived—and fell?

Before he could press further, An Yuyiʼs voice returned, unnaturally calm. ”Senior Brother, itʼs fine. The Ancestor handled it! I was wrong about things before, and Iʼm sorry. When you and Aunt become Dao partners, make sure she has a daughter as cute as me. Even if itʼs a boy, keep trying until you get a girl. Aunt loves kids; she wonʼt mind. I owe her an apology too. I was too willful, making her do things she didnʼt want because she spoiled me. When I get back in a few days, Iʼll apologize to her.”

She rambled on, cutting off Ye Chenʼs chance to respond, and abruptly ended the transmission. The talisman in his hand dimmed, crumbling to ash.

Ye Chen shook his head helplessly and stood up. It was obvious to anyone with half a brain—An Yuyi was in serious danger. But the enemy was likely just a slightly stronger Nascent Soul cultivator. If it were a Deity Transformation powerhouse, she wouldnʼt have had the chance to sit in her array and deliver a farewell speech.

Even if it was a Deity Transformation cultivator, it didnʼt matter. Ye Chenʼs Holy Son token wasnʼt for show. A Holy Landʼs authority was absolute—no one dared provoke them. A mere glance could spell doom.

Rising gracefully, Ye Chenʼs Kun Peng wings unfurled behind him, glowing a brilliant gold. A terrifying aura enveloped the entire Divine Will Sect. His figure shot into the sky, bypassing the sectʼs gates and tearing through the protective array, speeding toward the direction indicated by the token.