Immortality Starts With Investment

On the third day after returning to Holy Son Peak, Ye Chen announced his seclusion. News of his exploits in the Endless Sea spread, shaking Heavenly Evolution Holy Land. Disciples were awestruck. In such a short time, their Fourth Holy Son had grown terrifyingly powerful.

He suppressed Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden, seizing her treasures and shredding her robes. Facing Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s ambush, he didn’t retreat but unleashed Heaven and Earth Manifestation, injuring him across a major realm. When the long-dormant Golden Crow Clan emerged, he fought three alone, shooting them down with his bow—invincible. Central Continent’s news confirmed he was this generation’s Heavenly Emperor heir.

To disciples, Ye Chen’s combat prowess now rivaled the three giants, with talent surpassing them. He was poised to become Great Yan Continent’s top youth. Ascension Peak grew more mystical, coveted.

But it no longer held open recruitment—Ye Chen found it too troublesome, switching to an invitation-only system. Only the most outstanding female disciples could meet him, personally selected for Ascension Peak. It felt like building a harem, yet eager female disciples multiplied.

Great Yan’s cultivation world echoed this shock. No one expected the overlooked Fourth Holy Son to rise so far. At Heavenly Intention Holy Land, Yi Qingwu, practicing the Movement Secret, smiled—she was thrilled by Ye Chen’s strength.

Heavenly Intention Holy Son, eyes narrowed, targeted Little Roc King Zhang Pengfei, planning to kill and devour him before heading to Central Continent to scheme against Ye Chen.

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At Sword Sect, Gu Yunyun, now at Deity Transformation, smiled softly. The Heavenly Emperor heir title felt distant to her, a former small-sect cultivator, but for her disciple, it was no surprise. To her, Ye Chen was the world’s finest—Heavenly Emperor reincarnated? She’d believe it.

In Central Continent’s feared Demon Sect, Nether God Holy Land’s forbidden zone, a pair of delicate feet dangled in a pool of specters, a bell on her ankle chiming sweetly.

Hearing of the Heavenly Emperor heir, she laughed, voice lovelier than the bell. ”So Senior Brother is the heir! No wonder he’s so generous, giving me his heart and core yet still alive. The Emperor had his bones dug out, core shattered by heaven’s wrath, and rebuilt. Those spiritual flames and techniques? He probably didn’t care, with his legacy. So bad, robbing me just to gift it back and tease me! Next time, I’ll stomp his face with my feet.”

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Manjusaka materialized, far more solid than before. She scoffed coldly. ”A man who toys with hearts. Haven’t you heard? He spares no one, not even an elder’s orphan, and shatters women’s clothes in battle. As your Dao partner, you tolerate this?”

The girl’s laughter lingered, undeterred.

Su Yuxuan, the little demoness, laughed innocently. ”What’s the issue? He tempted me with core-forming treasures, forcing me to eat that thing. He even has designs on you, Master. Sure, he’s greedy for women, but he’s not bad. You’ve found a way to forge your body, but the material gap is huge. We might need his help later!”

Manjusaka scoffed. ”You’re one of the five Nether Sons. Win as the sole Nether Son, and the Holy Land’s resources will cover my needs. Why beg him?”

Su Yuxuan giggled. ”Master, I’m the weakest of the five, barely at Deity Transformation! Hearing about Senior Brother, I’m tempted to ask him to help me eliminate the other four!”

Manjusaka fell silent, exasperated. Su Yuxuan, unfazed, sparkled with anticipation for the immortal path’s opening, eager to see Ye Chen’s shock when she emerged as Nether Son in Central Continent.

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In the Northern Domain, the Golden Crow Princess, exhausted and depleted from her journey, barely reached her clan. Despite her Deity Transformation stage, she was drained to the brink. Yet excitement drove her to the hall.

”Ancestors, Father, Prince Lu Ya, look what I brought! A Fusang Divine Tree tendril! Nurture it, and we’ll have a new tree, propelling our clan back to the top ten, boosting Prince Lu Ya’s talent further!”

Her joy met silence. After a pause, Lu Ya, clad in black robes, golden hair blazing like a sun god, sighed. ”The day you returned, the elders sensed a new Fusang Tree—already mature, not newborn. This tendril can’t grow another.”

The Princess’s eyes widened. Her trip to Great Yan—beaten by Ye Chen, extorted, humiliated—all for nothing? Despair overwhelmed her, and she fainted, carried off to heal and restore her essence.

The hall fell quiet. The clan leader, her father, spoke grimly. ”That Ye Chen, the Heavenly Emperor’s heir, likely held the Fusang Tree, masking its fate. Knowing our revival technique, he tricked you with the tendril, then taunted us by revealing the truth. It’s an affront to our clan—utterly reprehensible.”

Lu Ya, eyes like lightning, spoke confidently. ”Father, no need for anger. When the immortal path opens and I meet Ye Chen in Central Continent, I’ll slay him myself to avenge my sister.”

The clan leader nodded, trusting Lu Ya’s exceptional talent and near-pure bloodline. A step from Mahayana, he was among this era’s likeliest to reach immortality’s end. Against him, even the Heavenly Emperor’s heir would fall.