Immortality Starts With Investment

An Yuyi had long seen through her aunt’s conflicted attitude. She decided to take the initiative, giving An Miaoli a nudge. It was clear to her that Ye Chen wasn’t someone she could claim exclusively. So why not include her aunt?

An Miaoli had once patiently taught her the art of detoxification; now, it was An Yuyi’s turn to guide her aunt on how to enrich her own path. This, she thought, must be the gratitude and repayment her aunt had always preached.

After chatting a bit, An Yuyi’s expression shifted. ”Aunt, I need to go into seclusion…”

Thanks to the Star Pool, her cultivation had long reached the peak of the Golden Core stage. But her rapid progress had left her foundation unstable, so she had been suppressing and refining it while honing her spiritual sense. In recent days, she had achieved perfection, and the intense impact from earlier had broken through the barrier to the Nascent Soul stage. Her cultivation could no longer be restrained—she was ready to break through. With that, she rushed back to her cave abode.

Meanwhile, at Ascension Peak, Mo Yuzhu had also reached perfection in her cultivation. She had been reluctant to enter seclusion earlier, but with the Holy Son leaving for a time, she chose to retreat and break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Li Feihuang, who had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage back in the Great Chu Dynasty through an infusion of imperial qi, was also now at perfection, preparing for her own Nascent Soul breakthrough.

But a grievance gnawed at her. Despite her time at Ascension Peak, Ye Chen had never spoken a single word to her. When they crossed paths, it was as if she didn’t exist. He had showered gifts on every female cultivator at the peak—except her. The neglect filled her with simmering resentment.

It was the Great Chu Ancestor who had imposed those conditions, not her. She had only agreed to them to protect Ye Chen, to shield him from the ancestor’s wrath over the Champion King’s death. How was she to know Ye Chen could overpower the ancestor? He had kept his strength hidden, yet somehow, she was the one who seemed at fault.

What had she done wrong?

The more Li Feihuang thought about it, the angrier she became. She had been about to return to her cave abode for seclusion, but now, unable to hold back, she flew straight to the Holy Son Hall.

”Ye Chen, why are you treating me like this? You’re clearly powerful, yet you hid it from me all along! Tell me, what did I ever do wrong? If you’re so capable of ignoring me, then open the door!”

Her red hair fluttered as she threw caution to the wind, heedless of Ye Chen’s status as Holy Son. Her outburst naturally drew the attention of others nearby.

He Qiu, watching Li Feihuang’s outburst, hurriedly called out, ”Senior Sister Li, I know you’re upset, but please calm down! The Holy Son isn’t in the Holy Land right now—he’s gone to find his master. If you have something to say, wait until he returns!”

Li Feihuang froze. Ye Chen wasn’t even here? Her anger cooled instantly, replaced by a flush of embarrassment as she recalled her heated words. She gave He Qiu an awkward smile before quickly floating away.

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After venting, Li Feihuang felt a weight lift from her chest, her gloom dissipating. She resolved not to bottle things up anymore—she’d confront Ye Chen directly when the time came. With her mind clear, she strode into her cave abode, ready to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

He Qiu, having witnessed the spectacle, shook her head. She, too, was preparing to break through to the Golden Core stage. Having consumed the Glazed Purification Water, she was brimming with confidence in forming her core.

The Sword Sect was far from the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land. Even with the speed of Ye Chen’s skyship, reaching the sect within a month would be challenging. But as a Holy Son, Ye Chen had the vast resources of the Holy Land at his disposal, its influence spanning the Great Yan Continent. His travel plans were swiftly arranged, utilizing teleportation arrays in various immortal cities to cut down travel time.

At last, Ye Chen’s figure emerged from a teleportation array in a large immortal city. A local Heavenly Evolution Pavilion steward was already waiting, bowing deeply upon seeing Ye Chen and Elder Mo.

”Greetings, Holy Son and Elder. The Sword Sect’s affiliated immortal city is too small to have a teleportation array, so we could only bring you here. It’s still some distance from the Sword Sect, but with the Holy Son’s speed, you should reach it within half a day.”

The steward spoke respectfully, indicating the correct direction. Around them, countless cultivators noticed Ye Chen’s yin-yang fish robe, faintly glowing with golden light, and their eyes widened in awe. Just yesterday, a legacy disciple from the Heavenly Intention Holy Land had arrived, stirring a commotion. Now, a Holy Son from the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land? Was some treasure about to emerge in this city?

Ye Chen paid no heed to the reverent stares. With a calm nod, he floated off in the direction indicated.

Half a day later, Ye Chen’s gaze fell upon a towering mountain peak, piercing the clouds like a giant sword, radiating a fierce sword intent. Surrounding the Sword Sect’s peak was a vast plain, its details obscured from afar, likely due to the sect’s protective grand array. The thought of soon reuniting with his master brought a smile to Ye Chen’s lips, and he quickened his pace.

At that moment, a resonant bell tolled from within the Sword Sect, faintly reaching Ye Chen’s ears. He raised an eyebrow as Elder Mo’s voice sounded beside him. ”I once visited the Sword Sect for a ceremony. This bell signals a major event—likely the sect leader’s competition is about to begin in the arena.”

Ye Chen’s heart raced. He couldn’t let his master face the arena alone. He had planned to announce his identity at the sect’s gate and enter formally, but there was no time for that now. Instantly, golden wings sprouted from his back, shimmering with radiant light, while a divine Kun Peng form materialized above his head. His speed surged several-fold, akin to teleportation, as he charged toward the Sword Sect.

The protective array flared with divine light upon sensing his presence, but couldn’t halt him for even a moment. In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen breached the sect’s defenses, flying straight toward the central peak. With his Kun Peng Wings and the complete Kun Peng Treasure Technique, his speed approached the legendary realm where no array could impede him.

In the void behind, Elder Mo’s mouth twitched. He lacked such prowess. Charging in like that would cause an uproar, possibly making the Sword Sect think the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land was attacking.

”Youngsters and their fiery tempers,” he muttered, but he wasn’t worried. No one in the Sword Sect would dare harm their Holy Son. Unhurried, he drifted leisurely toward the sect’s gate.

Atop the Sword Sect’s main peak, a vast plaza, as if sliced flat, sprawled across the summit. Disciples and elders gathered, their eyes fixed on the central arena. Two figures stood upon it: a man and a woman.

The woman, clad in black, had a striking figure and a beautiful face, but her narrow eyes and thin lips lent her a sharp, almost harsh demeanor. She was Dugu Yue. As the bell’s echo faded, she spoke coldly, ”Gu Yunyun, are you still not showing yourself?”

At that moment, a red-clad figure approached, riding a sword through the air. As Gu Yunyun drew near, even those who had seen her before couldn’t help but be captivated by her stunning presence.