Immortality Starts With Investment

Seeing Ye Chen surrounded, Feng Baiyu squinted. He turned to Hua Yunfei. ”I’m unclear on the Central Continent’s situation, so I won’t act yet to avoid breaking rules. You handle it. Suppress those two Unity Golden Crows. If you can’t win, I’ll ambush them later.”

He didn’t worry about Ye Chen. A few Deity Transformation Golden Crows? He’d handle them easily.

Hua Yunfei nodded with a smile. ”I’m curious about the Golden Crow Clan’s secrets.” Rising gracefully, he addressed the two Unity Golden Crows. ”I’m Hua Yunfei, a human cultivator, here to test your clan’s techniques. I’m busy later, so both of you, come at me together.”

The Golden Crows’ eyes widened. One mid-Unity, one early—yet this human dared challenge both? Arrogant. Humans, emboldened by the Heavenly Emperor, had lost all respect for the myriad races that once enslaved them.

”I’ll fight you,” the early Unity Golden Crow snarled, charging. Hua Yunfei smiled lightly, unleashing a surge of purple energy. With a single point, he smashed the Golden Crow into the Endless Sea’s depths. The mid-Unity Golden Crow narrowed his eyes, summoning a domain to envelop Hua Yunfei. The battle began.

The Golden Crow Princess, spitting blood, looked grim. The myriad races, long exiled, yearned to return to the Central Continent, the cultivation world’s heart. They tracked its prodigies—Heavy Pupils, Heavenly Demon Body, Sacred Body, and the Heavenly Emperor’s heir, rumored to be in the Great Yan Continent. The Heavenly Emperor had crushed their races, some wiped out, others humiliated. Ye Chen, his heir, was a target to defeat and erase that shame.

The Princess shared this ambition but hadn’t expected Ye Chen’s strength. Early Deity Transformation, yet against three, he not only held his ground but dominated. The Heavenly Emperor’s heir was terrifying.

Ye Chen fought with zeal, marveling at the Battle Secret’s versatility. His True Dragon Treasure Technique roared with dragon might, while the Battle Secret shifted unpredictably, each strike brimming with killing power, evolving myriad techniques.

The two male Golden Crows, forced into their true forms, circled above, seeking openings. The Princess, face cold, threw down a formation flag, aiming to trap Ye Chen in the ”Golden Crow Sun-Covering Array.”

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Onlookers raised eyebrows. The Fourth Holy Son struggled with formations, often trapped, like against Yi Qingwu. But then, shockingly, Ye Chen transformed into a Kun Peng, effortlessly escaping the array’s range.

He didn’t care for their thoughts. Entering a formation with the fiancée was like booking a private room. In battle, it was folly. Dodging the array, he drew a treasure bow from his storage bracelet. The Battle Secret formed a long arrow. He fired, leaving only a golden streak in the void. It struck a Golden Crow, exploding its body. Though it reformed, it was gravely weakened, unable to fight further.

Ye Chen’s lips curled as he formed another killing arrow. Shooting winged creatures with a bow was indeed fitting. The Golden Crow Princess’s face darkened. This Heavenly Emperor’s heir was cut from the same cloth. History recorded the Emperor slaying their True Immortal with a treasure bow, firing ten arrows, and decimating Mahayana and Unity Golden Crows.

Glancing at the other battle, her expression worsened. Despite two against one, Hua Yunfei dominated. The strength of human prodigies cast a shadow over her dreams of the myriad races’ resurgence in the Central Continent. If Great Yan Continent’s talents were this formidable, what of Central Continent’s? The myriad races’ rise seemed daunting.

As she pondered, another Golden Crow was shot down, exploding. Seeing Ye Chen’s eager gaze, the Princess shuddered and waved. ”Stop! Fellow Daoist, you’re too strong. We concede!”

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, disappointed. The Princess’s heart twitched. This heir was a killing star, just like the Emperor—untouchable. The two Unity Golden Crows, already frustrated, retreated instantly.

Onlookers stared. They’d expected a fierce clash, but this? The Golden Crows were pathetic. No wonder the Great Yang True Immortal stole their Fusang Tree and enslaved some as companion beasts. They couldn’t even rank among the Vicious Ten.

The crowd’s whispers and gazes flushed the Golden Crows with shame. ”We’re nothing in our clan,” they retorted. ”Our Prince Lu Ya is truly invincible, nearing Mahayana. If he were here, he’d crush you all!”

Ye Chen ignored their boasts. He was enjoying the Battle Secret, but their surrender bored him. He itched to shoot the Princess a few more times. Since the fight was over, it was time to gift. Approaching the Fusang root, he grabbed it. Golden and heavy, it weighed hundreds of tons despite its size, radiating intense Great Yang Holy Power that warmed his body.

Above, the five Golden Crows watched reluctantly. ”Our clan has a divine technique to regrow the tree,” one transmitted. ”If he takes it, we lose everything. We came with low expectations, but it’s real. Losing it would be a lifelong regret.”

”The Fusang Tree is vital to us,” another added. ”Princess, what’s your plan?”

Her eyes gleamed as she transmitted calmly, ”Our elders predict no new Fusang Tree has appeared. With our divine technique, one root is enough to grow a new one. Humans see it as mere material, unaware of its true value. We’ll trade a small price for a root—easy.”