Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 613: Always Here for You

Wang Tengʼs face darkened. Since his rise, no one had treated him so coldly. His fists clenched under his robe. Once he had this woman, heʼd make her pay for todayʼs slight. Suppressing his anger, he spoke gently, ”Why keep me at armʼs length, Fairy Yi? Iʼm not in a rush—just hoping to be friends. I never met the Heavenly Intention Holy Son, but Iʼm sure he wouldnʼt want you so melancholic.”

Other prodigies, sensing the tension, chimed in to ease it.

”Indeed, Fairy Yi, no need to resist. Letʼs discuss the Dao today and leave other matters for later,” one said.

”Divine Son Wangʼs star techniques are profound, sharing roots with your Moonlight Divine Art. If you have cultivation questions, heʼll surely answer freely,” another added.

”Brother Wangʼs Star River King Body and Fairy Yiʼs Broad Cold Immortal Body are a perfect match. In ancient times, before the Heavenly Emperorʼs era, a Star River King Body and Broad Cold Immortal Body became partners, supporting each other to ascend the Immortal Path. If you two unite, itʼll be a legendary tale,” a third said, grinning. ”Who agrees?”

The prodigies pushed the match, and many from their factions cheered loudly. Great Yanʼs cultivators, protective of their divine maiden, stayed silent, reluctant to see her claimed by an outsider but too wary to speak.

Yi Qingwu ignored them, her expression icy, her eyes still scanning the crowd, searching. Disappointment grew in her gaze. Then, her eyes locked on a figure, brightening. A smile broke across her face, warming Heavenly Intention Palace like spring.

Under her gaze, Ye Chen smiled back. A booming voice thundered through the palace: ”My friend here and I both disagree…”

Ye Chenʼs voice echoed like thunder, stunning everyone. Who dared oppose the fearsome Star River King Body? Two people? Were they suicidal?

All eyes turned to the voiceʼs source. The crowd parted hastily, fearing involvement, clearing a path.

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On the platform, the prodigy whoʼd spoken frowned, snapping, ”The Star River King Body and Broad Cold Immortal Body are a perfect pair. Who are you two to—”

His terrifying aura surged, ready to crush the insolent pair. But seeing Ye Chenʼs smiling face, his words died. His aura retracted, and he stepped back, sweating, unable to meet Ye Chenʼs gaze.

Ye Chen was really here?

Though only First Heaven Mahayana, same as him, and possibly weakened by hidden injuries after eight yearsʼ absence, the memory of Ye Chenʼs feats—fighting six peers and slaying three Mahayana cultivators across realms—made his heart race. He had no courage to face him, no desire to provoke him.

Ye Chen hadnʼt disguised himself. The crowd recognized him instantly, erupting in louder shock than before, parting further. Though expected, given his obsession with Yi Qingwu, his arrival still stunned them. A battle was now inevitable.

Many eyes fell on the young cultivator under Ye Chenʼs arm. To be so close to the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir, he must be extraordinary. Speculation about his identity swirled.

From the pavilion, the third-generation Star River King Body, Wang Teng, looked down at Ye Chen, chin raised. Noticing Ye Chenʼs mere First Heaven Mahayana cultivation, he relaxed. His clan had informed him that theyʼd attacked Ye Chen at Heavenly Desire Sect to clear his path. Though Ye Chen killed three Mahayana cultivators, he mustʼve used forbidden techniques, injuring himself gravely. His absence from the Immortal Path confirmed it.

At the same realm, Wang Teng mightʼve been wary, but a full heaven above Ye Chen? With the vast gaps between Mahayana stages, victory was certain.

Moreover, he wasnʼt alone. On the Immortal Path, heʼd befriended the Alkaid Holy Son, whoʼd secretly arrived. If Ye Chen appeared, Alkaid would aid him.

”Heavenly Emperorʼs heir, what right do you have to oppose Fairy Yiʼs affairs?” Wang Teng suppressed his killing intent, aiming to use Ye Chen to establish his dominance, end his clanʼs cursed legacy of fallen Divine Sons, and forge his reputation with Ye Chenʼs blood.

But Ye Chen, like Yi Qingwu before, ignored him. Patting the trembling young cultivatorʼs shoulder, he said, ”Donʼt worry, youʼve got good taste. Itʼs a waste as a rogue cultivator. Report to Heavenly Evolution Holy Land later—say I sent you. Pick any peak except Ascension.”

The young manʼs ashen eyes widened with hope.

Ye Chen leisurely withdrew his arm, walking calmly through the crowd, his gaze fixed solely on Yi Qingwu, the Broad Cold Immortal Body.

Her radiant face bloomed with a smile, her eyes a mix of relief and playful reproach. ”Gone so long, I thought you were dead. But youʼre still here…”

Her voice, melodious as an oriole, echoed like celestial music.

Ye Chenʼs smile softened. ”Donʼt worry. Iʼm here. Iʼve always been here.”