Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 459: More Symbols

Ye Chen clenched his fists, tempted to ask Senior Brother if they could team up to thrash the Holy Master. If they couldnʼt win, forget it…

In the distance, another immortal peakʼs seal broke open. With Heavenly Intention Holy Land gone and Hua Yunfeiʼs clothes unchanged, spectators lost interest and resumed fighting for treasures, clashing fiercely.

Heavenly Evolution Holy Landʼs elders watched from above. Though powerful, a Holy Land couldnʼt claim everything—greed would spark resentment. Thus, they focused only on Tang Valley.

Ye Chenʼs Heavy Pupils spotted intriguing ancient relics, perfect for gifting female cultivators to trigger rewards. As a Holy Son, he could join the fray, but thatʼd be beneath him. Instead, he stood in the void, using his Heavy Pupils to scan the peaks.

When a treasure caught his eye, heʼd transmit an offer to its finder, far exceeding its value, even allowing trades for non-spirit stones. Few could resist. Soon, cultivators flocked to him with treasures, asking what heʼd trade or even making wish-like requests.

Astonishingly, Ye Chen often had what they wanted. Spectators were dumbfounded. Theyʼd seen wealthy cultivators, but none like Ye Chen. Like Feng Baiyu and Hua Yunfei, they grew convinced he was the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir. The Emperor had razed factions, leaving their treasuries bare. Ye Chenʼs wealth must be his inheritance—nothing else made sense.

Meanwhile, Heavenly Intention Holy Landʼs mood was grim. Three fallen elders were a blow, but their Holy Sonʼs defeat stung more. Despite the battleʼs surprises, Ying Tianshengʼs failed ambush on Ye Chen, getting wounded by him—a mere Deity Transformation cultivator—and then by Hua Yunfei, followed by his frantic escape with the Holy Maiden, was undeniable.

Being injured by Ye Chen, a full realm below, was especially hard to swallow. A true prodigy shouldnʼt be harmed across such a gap. When news reached the Holy Land, disciples and elders struggled to accept it, buzzing with discussion, eyes turning to the Holy Sonʼs peak.

In the peakʼs grand hall, Ying Tiansheng, freshly returned, seemed unfazed by the loss, his expression calm. But his palm bore a gaping wound, unhealed. Across from him, Yi Qingwu, in her palace gown, sat three meters away, eyeing his injury with concern.

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”Still canʼt heal it?”

Ying Tiansheng glanced at the wound, shaking his head calmly. ”Ye Chenʼs Heaven and Earth Manifestation is peculiar, its killing force immense, laced with a trace of law power. It lingers in the wound, hard to dispel, so it wonʼt heal. But itʼs fine—some time will restore it. Be cautious of this if you face him again.”

Looking at Yi Qingwu, he added, ”Qingwu, your intent to save me touched me, but next time, leave immediately—thatʼs the real help. Without the Movement Secretʼs finesse to exploit the domainʼs flaw, I might not have saved you easily. Hua Yunfei and Ye Chen are ruthless. If weʼd both been trapped, the outcome wouldʼve been dire.”

Yi Qingwuʼs guilt showed as she lowered her stunning face, blaming herself for hindering Ying Tiansheng. Seeing her like this, Ying Tiansheng felt a pang of heartache. Recalling past events, he asked, ”I havenʼt asked—during your fight with Ye Chen, were you hurt?”

Her hesitant expression made his mood heavy, though his face remained gentle. ”Qingwu, we may not be wed, but as partners, weʼre one. Your father entrusted me to care for you before he died. Tell me anything—I wonʼt blame you, only cherish you.”

Mention of her father sparked a cold sneer in her heart, but her face stayed neutral. She summoned her rainbow primordial spirit. ”In the Broad Cold Divine Realm, I couldʼve suppressed Ye Chen, but he offered to return the Moon Palace. Skeptical but tempted, I tried to take it back, knowing itʼd aid your cultivation. But he was despicable, setting a trap. I lost in the domain, and he marked my spiritual sense again… I didnʼt tell you then, fearing itʼd distract you from fighting Hua Yunfei.”

Her primordial spiritʼs brow opened, revealing the marks to Ying Tiansheng. His face froze. Last time, it was two symbols; now, two more, plus a ”I.” His fists clenched, golden blood dripping.

His fiancée marked again, right under his nose while he fought outside. Veins bulged in rage—utter humiliation. Yet, sheʼd acted to aid his cultivation, making blame impossible.

Yi Qingwu continued, downcast. ”Later, in the array, I initially suppressed Ye Chen with the tablet. But seeing you struggle against Hua Yunfeiʼs true body, I got anxious, wanting to quickly defeat Ye Chen to help you. That let him outsmart me. Itʼs my fault. If not for that, I couldʼve aided you, and Heavenly Intention Holy Land wouldnʼt have suffered such a loss.”

Ying Tianshengʼs already grim face darkened further. Her distraction was because of his disadvantage? Unacceptable. He wondered—if heʼd been stronger, would she have avoided being exposed to Ye Chen? It was all his fault for being too weak. After a long pause, he suppressed his killing intent, vowing, ”Next time, Iʼll easily crush them both.”

Yi Qingwu showed no doubt, only trust, but cautioned, ”Donʼt push too hard. Hua Yunfei has the Moral Heavenly Venerateʼs legacy—a top-ten human immortal. Losing slightly isnʼt shameful. Ye Chen, though lower in realm, has the Heavy Pupils, Supreme Heart, and maybe the Emperorʼs lineage. A narrow defeat means nothing. No matter what others think, youʼre the best to me.”

Her words were sincere, but Ying Tianshengʼs face grew stiffer.