Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 603: The Noble Supreme Elder!

Holding the spear, Ye Chen kept it out for the upcoming gift. He glanced around. The two dead Mahayana cultivators were nearly obliterated, body and soul. Only faint traces of their origin lingered in the void.

Ye Chen sighed. This was his last battle at Unity, and heʼd been a bit reckless. Next time he killed, heʼd conserve energy. Otherwise, the harvest was too small. With a wave, he used the Indestructible Heavenly Art to collect the origins but didnʼt refine them. He approached the last Mahayana cultivator, pierced through the brow by divine light, incurable and powerless.

The surviving Mahayana cultivator trembled. When heʼd broken through to Mahayana, heʼd felt invincible, believing all below his realm were ants. Yet now, he feared a Unity cultivator. Recalling Ye Chenʼs divine ability that killed one foe instantly, and how he wielded two Extreme Dao Weapons, smashing another to oblivion with a single strike, he couldnʼt stop shaking. He didnʼt want to die and opened his mouth to speak.

But Ye Chenʼs hand pressed onto his head. In an instant, he felt his origin draining rapidly. He looked up in terror, shouting, ”Youʼre not just the Heavenly Emperorʼs successor—youʼre a Devouring Lineage heir too? Is there internal strife in the Devouring Lineage? Holy Son, youʼre our true Holy Son! Spare me, I beg you! Iʼll follow you, help you reclaim everything in the Devouring Lineage…”

Ye Chenʼs mouth twitched. What an imagination. He raised his hand, fully devouring the manʼs origin, sealing it with the others. Heʼd find a fake successor later, let them absorb and filter out the toxins, then harvest it. That way, he could safely gift it to the fiancée. Food safety mattered, after all.

After devouring the origin, Ye Chen took out the Human Emperor Banner. Refining the Mahayana cultivatorʼs soul, the banner surged with purple qi, pleasing Ye Chen greatly. This tripʼs harvest was excellent. With a wave, he erased all traces and auras within the formation. His trump cards were used, but as long as no one saw, they could be used again. Revealing trump cards brought shock and scrutiny. Keeping them hidden brought enemies greater surprises. The choice was obvious.

Everything handled, Ye Chen, using the Movement Secret, scanned the formation with his Heavy Pupils, then stepped out and left. When he appeared, everyone was stunned. Fan Qinghe and her masterʼs mouths hung open, equally shocked.

The Devouring Lineage attackersʼ eyes widened. The Heavenly Desire Sectʼs Supreme Elder, waving her pink lantern, showed a mix of surprise and joy.

The scene was too astonishing. Ambushed in a formation by three Mahayana cultivators, Ye Chen, a mere Unity cultivator, walked out unscathed? More importantly, the formation showed no signs of disturbance. The fate of those three Mahayana cultivators was obvious.

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No one believed Ye Chen killed them himself. Even the Heavenly Emperor couldnʼt have done it. He must have used special external means or hidden resources. Even so, it was shocking enough. The Heavenly Emperor had clearly left many contingencies for his successorʼs growth.

No matter the crowdʼs speculations, Ye Chenʼs survival meant the Devouring Lineageʼs mission had failed. The half-saint powerhouse, fighting deep in the starry sky, glanced at Ye Chen and chose to leave.

The Second Heaven and the two Mahayana Third Heaven cultivators also departed. One, seemingly familiar with Elder Mo, snorted before fleeing: ”Sublimate your cultivation again, and just wait for death…”

Elder Mo watched, unwilling but helpless.

The Heavenly Evolution Holy Land didnʼt stop their retreat. Above Mahayana, defeating an opponent was manageable, but killing or capturing them was exceedingly difficult. Unless your strength was overwhelmingly superior. These enemies, from major holy lands, were formidable, making it hard to keep them. So they let them go.

The battle subsided. Ye Chen saluted the elders in the sky, grateful. He planned to gift more Enlightenment Tea later. The elders smiled at him and vanished.

Elder Mo and Feng Baiyu glanced at Ye Chen, asking if heʼd leave now. Ye Chen shook his head, claiming the battle was tough and he needed days to recover. The two, seeing him unscathed and holding a new Extreme Dao Weapon spear, didnʼt believe him. But they didnʼt press, retreating to the void to recover.

Fan Qinghe rushed to Ye Chenʼs side. Her sparkling eyes brimmed with joy and admiration. She clung tightly to his arm. Killing three Mahayana cultivators, no matter the method, was astonishing. Her protector was just too strong. Most impressively, despite being drained earlier, he showed no weakness. Clearly, her and her masterʼs efforts to absorb his power were a mere fraction of his strength.

Ye Chen patted her head with a smile. Then he looked ahead. A voluptuous figure, curvaceous like a ripe gourd, appeared before him. Her wavy hair flowed smoothly, framing a delicate, enchanting face with striking features. She gave off the air of a reincarnated fox spirit. But her face was pale, and her faint smile stirred pity.

”Master, are you hurt?” the Heavenly Desire Sect Master asked anxiously.

The woman shook her head. ”Just grazed by the enemyʼs divine arts. Those foes were definitely from a holy land, with deep foundations and terrifying techniques… I thought I was strong, but facing holy land experts, I realized how laughable I am! Iʼll need to seclude myself for decades to heal. You and Qinghe, take good care of the Holy Son.”

She smiled at Ye Chen again, then flew toward the Heavenly Desire Sectʼs back mountains. The Sect Master and Fan Qinghe were stunned. Decades of seclusion to heal? That was serious.

Seeing her injured for helping him, Ye Chen wanted to offer something. ”Senior, I have a healing treasure…” He called out.

But she didnʼt pause, leaving only a striking silhouette. Her voice echoed: ”No need for formalities, Holy Son. As Qingheʼs protector, youʼre my junior. How could I watch you get ambushed? My injuries arenʼt your fault—Iʼm just too weak… I wonʼt be able to host you later, so please forgive me…”

Her voice faded. Her figure vanished.

Ye Chen, savoring her gourd-like silhouette, sighed. The Heavenly Desire Sectʼs Supreme Elder was truly principled. Helping without seeking reward, leaving without even hearing thanks, hiding her deeds and fame. Such noble character…