Immortality Starts With Investment

When Ying Tiansheng sensed his mark on the tablet erased by Ye Chen’s spiritual sense, his face darkened. The tablet’s value and the Battle Secret it held could cause endless trouble if Ye Chen obtained it. But his concern wasn’t that—it was Yi Qingwu. With the tablet taken, was she safe? Injured? Suppressed? His heart churned with chaos.

Seeing no response from the array, Ying Tiansheng unleashed a full-force punch, its shadows filling the sky, surging with killing intent, briefly repelling Hua Yunfei. Seizing the moment, he summoned a colossal hand to tear the Five Moons Dragon Trap Array apart. He had to save the fiancée. If she was harmed, he’d spare no cost to keep Ye Chen here.

The hand touched the array, shaking the heavens.

Inside, Ye Chen’s words—”You don’t want Ying Tiansheng to lose face because of you, do you?”—made Yi Qingwu bite her lip, eyes blazing with hatred, though she stopped resisting.

Her mouth didn’t stop. ”Ye the Fourth, you’re shameless, using my fiancé’s reputation to force me! When he finds out, you’re dead! Take another step, and it’ll be earth-shattering. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you can’t escape death. Stop now, and we can talk! Ye Chen, please stop—I’m really scared.”

She seemed frightened, trembling, her form undulating. Her jade-like perfection captivated Ye Chen, who smirked. He didn’t buy her fear. Her trembling was graceful, like a dance, shifting poses, hands covering here and there, as if guiding his gaze. Her act only fueled his interest.

Ye Chen wasn’t some ascetic. In this moment, even with Ying Tiansheng outside—or watching—he couldn’t hold back. But as he reached to pull her into his arms, a voice came from outside: ”Qingwu, dispel the array. Heavenly Evolution Holy Land ambushed us; two elders have fallen. Come with me—let’s leave.”

Yi Qingwu, seething, grabbed Ye Chen’s arm, baring her teeth to bite in defiance. Just as her teeth grazed him, Ying Tiansheng’s voice transmission startled her, pausing the bite.

Ye Chen raised a brow, then smirked. His Heavenly Evolution Holy Land didn’t take losses lying down—they’d struck back fast, avenging their elder. Good news, though the timing was inconvenient—he hadn’t even shed his battle robe. Regretful but ready to end things, he moved to push Yi Qingwu away. But she bit down hard.

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Ye Chen winced—his physique was strong, but pain was pain. Having enjoyed the view, he let it slide and pushed again. Shockingly, she resisted, pressing back against him.

Ye Chen: ”???”

Something’s wrong with you.

”Ying Tiansheng’s calling—go!” he said, exasperated, done pushing.

She sneered. ”What, you were so bold with your threats, but now you’re scared hearing my fiancé? Too frightened to function? Really? Really? How pathetic. If you’re done, let me go, bow, and apologize to my fiancé. I thought you had some guts despite being worthless! Now I see you’ve got none!” She taunted, twisting her body provocatively.

Ye Chen’s eyes widened. He knew she was goading him, but who could stand that? He considered messaging Senior Brother to stall Ying Tiansheng for a day, giving him time to show her the cost of calling him inadequate. But as he grabbed her, ready to act, a terrifying fluctuation hit outside. He looked up, squinting.

Yi Qingwu, caught in his grip, frowned, peering out. Ying Tiansheng was attacking the array, his giant hand poised to tear it apart. Her face shifted, raising a jade hand to channel boundless moonlight power, reinforcing the array.

”Boom…”

The earth shook, but the array held—barely.

Ying Tiansheng’s next strike slammed into the array.

Yi Qingwu’s stunning brows furrowed, sighing, ”The Five Moons Dragon Trap Array is a Holy Land technique he’s studied—he knows its weaknesses. It can’t hold.”

Her clear eyes betrayed deep disappointment, glancing back at Ye Chen with a hint of reproach, as if blaming his slowness.

Crack…

Ying Tiansheng’s second blow landed, shaking the array, cracks spreading across it. Yi Qingwu bit her lip, unwilling but helpless. In a flash, a new palace gown appeared in her hand. Unfazed by Ye Chen, she changed into it, covering herself.

Ye Chen, unbothered by the array’s impending collapse, watched appreciatively, nodding. The fiancée was breathtaking, mastering any style. In her white dress, she was an ethereal fairy; in the palace gown, her beauty gained regal majesty, like a Moon Palace goddess. Truly captivating.

But then it hit him—her clothes were wrong. She’d entered in a white dress but would leave in a palace gown. Even a fool would see something amiss. Who changes outfits mid-battle?

It’d spark suspicion. He quickly sent a voice transmission to warn her. Yi Qingwu glanced at him calmly, showing no reaction or intent to switch back to a white dress, silently watching the array crumble.

As the Five Moons Dragon Trap Array collapsed, Ye Chen and Yi Qingwu emerged before all. Ying Tiansheng, seeing her unharmed, exhaled in relief. But his eyes soon narrowed, fixating on her palace gown. Cultivators had sharp memories, and Yi Qingwu’s striking beauty was unforgettable. In an instant, countless spectators noticed the discrepancy, their eyes widening in shock.