Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 826: Ye Chen, Don’t Be Afraid - Your Ancestral Master Is Here to Save You!

Chaos erupted across the entire Heavenly Desire Sect. A flock of terrified beauties—each with her own alluring figure, plump or slender—fled from their chambers in panic. Some wore nothing at all.

Yet they paid no mind to their state of undress. The men present were all venerable elders from the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land. If any one of them took a fancy to her, her status would soar overnight. The only young man among them was the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir. Should he set eyes on her, it would be perfection itself. She would rise to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with their own divine maiden. But when they looked up, every face turned deathly pale.

Above the firmament, an inky-black hand blotted out the sky, descending with apocalyptic force. With a single casual sweep, the fragile grand formation of the Heavenly Desire Sect shattered like glass. The massive hand, wreathed in black thunder, reached straight for the Heavenly Emperorʼs heir. If it seized him, everything would be obliterated.

”Which rat dares hide his face? Get out here and face me!”

The Great Saint from the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land sneered and threw a punch. The strike carried terrifying Primordial Chaos power, smashing straight through the black hand.

This Great Saint had inherited the legacy of the Primordial Chaos True Immortal ranked among the top hundred of the human race. Two thousand years ago, he too had been a supreme prodigy of his generation.

After shattering the black hand with one blow, the Primordial Chaos Great Saint did not charge forward to pursue. Instead, he turned and flew straight toward Ye Chen, calling out as he went, ”The ambushers are many, but fear nothing. I will shield you from all harm!”

In a head-on fight, even he might not be able to take on two opponents of the same realm.

Not everyone possessed Ye Chenʼs monstrous talent—the ability to treat peers like dogs and those a full major realm above like lambs during the Mahayana stage. But defense was another matter entirely. Even if this domain had been sealed off, preventing any message from escaping, the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land would soon notice and send reinforcements.

Yet the instant the Primordial Chaos Great Saint moved toward Ye Chen, a cold snort echoed through the heavens. ”Thunder Domain—bind him!”

In a flash, a silver thunder domain rose, carving out a battlefield and trapping the Primordial Chaos Great Saint within. The Great Saint narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to shatter the domain. Before he could act, however, a figure shrouded in black mist appeared directly before him. Wielding black thunder, it launched a ferocious assault, forcing him to defend and preventing any chance of breaking free to rescue Ye Chen.

The moment the Primordial Chaos Great Saint was drawn into the thunder domain, another terrifying black shadow surged toward Ye Chen. Several more figures descended, all cloaked in darkness, charging straight at Feng Baiyu and the others.

In an instant, no one remained free to aid Ye Chen.

Feng Baiyuʼs expression stayed calm. He merely glanced at Ye Chen twice. Seeing the boyʼs utterly composed demeanor, he relaxed. Though he could not fathom where Ye Chenʼs confidence against Great Saints came from, Ye Chen was no fool. If something were truly wrong, he would call out.

Thus, Feng Baiyu did not rush to summon their hidden forces. He waited to see if more enemies lurked—or if someone else intended to fish in troubled waters.

In any case, everyone who had come today would be left behind. Not merely dead. Afterward, he would personally carry their corpses to each sect and clan, demanding compensation.

You dare try to kill our holy landʼs prodigy? Surely you can offer some explanation?

At the same time, a Saint stepped before Feng Baiyu. Though shrouded in hazy black mist, the killing intent in his eyes was bone-chilling. ”Feng Baiyu, when you killed my son all those years ago, did you ever imagine this day would come?”

Feng Baiyu was merely at the King realm. To be cornered by a Saint like this would terrify anyone.

Yet Feng Baiyu lightly bit the golden crow tail-feather fan in his mouth and shook his head with a smile. ”I killed too many back then—I genuinely donʼt remember which one you mean. But since you miss your child so much, allow me to do you one last kindness. Iʼll send you down to reunite with him. Not just you—if your son still has a mother, or grandparents alive, Iʼll help send them along too when the time comes. What kind of family scatters across the heavens? They should be together—neat, donʼt you think?”

The Saintʼs eyes widened in shock. Then boundless killing intent erupted. Without another word, he charged at Feng Baiyu with sky-shaking fury.

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Feng Baiyuʼs smile widened as he raised his voice. ”Heavenly Evolution Immortal Scripture—Extreme Dao Sublimation…”

Feeling the aura surging from Feng Baiyu, the Saintʼs eyes bulged. Wasnʼt the Heavenly Evolution Immortal Scripture reserved only for the second and third holy sons? Since when was it this powerful? What kind of sublimation technique could leap straight from the Third Heaven to the Fifth? This damnable brat had been hiding his cultivation all along?

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Desire Sectʼs sole Saint had emerged. But her face was full of fear. She did not dare intervene. She knew her own strength too well.

Fan Qingheʼs expression was anxious. Gritting her teeth, she prepared to fly toward Ye Chen. She knew she was useless in such a battle.

Yet Ye Chen had treated her with genuine kindness. Over countless dazed moments, she had already fallen completely for him. If Ye Chen died, life would hold no meaning for her. Better to die together. That way, he would know she was not the kind of woman who fled when disaster struck. She wanted him to understand—she was worthy of everything he had given her. But the instant she took flight, the grandmaster pulled her back.

Fan Qinghe froze. She watched as the grandmaster crushed a jade slip in her hand.

”You would be useless. If you fell, the Heavenly Desire Sect would lose its future entirely. I have already awakened my master—your ancestral master. She is at the peak of Saint King. She has the power to influence the battle. Once the Heavenly Evolution Holy Landʼs forces gain some breathing room, they may still save Ye Chen.”

The grandmaster spoke calmly. The ancestral masterʼs lifespan was nearly spent. Emerging now meant only three to five years remained. Even if she hid away, she would gain no more than twenty or thirty years. Better to expend her final strength for the sect. The grandmaster believed that seeing her perfect transformation would allow the ancestral master to depart with a smile.

In the next instant, deep in the back mountains of the Heavenly Desire Sect, pink radiance soared into the sky, accompanied by the terrifying aura unique to a Saint King, flooding the entire sect.

Within the pink light curtain, the graceful silhouette of a woman slowly rose. The cultivators locked in battle all frowned and turned to look—then froze in shock.

The woman inside the pink light possessed a figure that defied description. Her curves were exquisite to the point of exaggeration, as though she were the most seductive work of art ever crafted by the heavens. Especially that impossibly slender waist—yet it connected such dramatic proportions above and below that one worried a mere twist might snap it in two.

Her long legs were not thin, but firm and full of supple flesh. Resting them on the shoulders would feel nothing but perfect. Her skin resembled the finest mutton-fat jade, glowing with a warm, moist luster, as though wisps of spiritual qi constantly emanated from within.

With such an outrageous figure, her stunningly mature beauty only amplified the effect. Every glance, every subtle expression stirred the heart. Her eyes seemed capable of devouring souls. Merely meeting her gaze caused two Saints among the attackers to freeze in place. Even one Saint King lost focus for a moment—nearly taking a direct hit to the head. They snapped back to awareness. This womanʼs charm technique had reached the absolute pinnacle.

The people of the Heavenly Desire Sect were stunned. They had never known a Saint King guarded their sect. Fan Qinghe and the other two were equally shocked. They had assumed the ancestral master, with her lifespan nearly exhausted, would appear aged and frail. Yet she looked breathtakingly beautiful.

Most importantly, there was not the slightest trace of decay about her. The moment she emerged, the woman spoke in a cold, aloof voice. ”Those who dare invade the Heavenly Desire Sect today, none of you shall—”

But her immortal voice cut off abruptly. She had finally sensed the true situation on the battlefield. Upon awakening, she had known the sect faced a crisis of annihilation. Since she had faked her death eight hundred years ago, she assumed the invaders would be weak—at most a single Saint King. Who could have imagined Saint Kings were practically piling up?

There was even the awe-inspiring aura of a Great Saint. Though still bearing the word ”Saint,” a Seventh Heaven Great Saint existed on an entirely different level. Saint Kings could not compare.

What was going on? Had some unworthy descendant of the Heavenly Desire Sect sucked dry a dying powerhouse, causing them to die in ecstasy? Or had they stolen too many men from major holy lands and finally provoked collective wrath? How else could so many terrifying existences descend upon their humble sect?

In any case, the newly emerged ancestral master instantly restrained her aura and calmed herself. But at that moment, a voice transmission reached her ears. It was from her own disciple.

After hearing the full message—urging her to intervene—she furrowed her delicate, arched brows. The Heavenly Emperorʼs heir was under attack?

Though she did not know who the enemies were, a battle on the scale of major holy lands was far beyond what the Heavenly Desire Sect should involve itself in. No matter who won or lost, the slightest backlash would be enough to shatter the sect.

She immediately prepared to advise her disciple against meddling. Yet her discipleʼs next transmission followed swiftly.

In the next moment, the ancestral masterʼs eyes—deep as autumn waters, brimming with endless desire—suddenly lit up. She looked toward her disciple and grand-disciple.

To the Heavenly Desire Sect, other disciples existed only to gather resources and forge connections. The true core had always been this single lineage. Seeing all three of them standing at the peak of the Third Heaven, especially her own disciple, who had lost her Protector yet had clearly just completed a perfect transformation and would soon enter seclusion to break through to Half-Saint—she was genuinely stunned. Her small mouth fell open in shock. But astonishment lasted only a moment.

After confirming everything was real, the ancestral masterʼs expression hardened with resolve. Without the slightest hesitation, she soared toward the sky above. Even with a Great Saint waiting there, she showed no fear. Her voice rang out across the battlefield. ”Heavenly Emperorʼs heir, do not be afraid! I am Fan Qingheʼs ancestral master—Fan Qiluo. I will give everything to save you…”