Immortality Starts With Investment

Watching the fiancée and Ye Chen vanish into the formation, Ying Tiansheng’s mood soured. Though Qingwu had the Movement Secret, making her untouchable, and the formation might suppress Ye Chen, their seclusion—unseen by him—irked him, especially knowing Ye Chen coveted her. But his strong will quickly dismissed the concern. Her earlier words proved her loyalty—she’d kill Ye Chen despite his gift.

Before countless onlookers, Ying scanned the void, bellowing, ”Hua Yunfei, come fight me!” His voice thundered through every corner of Great Shang Immortal City.

The crowd was stunned. The Fourth Holy Son, Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden, Heavenly Intention Holy Son—and now Hua Yunfei? When had Great Shang seen such a gathering of prodigies?

Soon, a figure with a glowing halo and divine light stepped from the void—Hua Yunfei’s unmistakable godwheel. He looked at Ying with surprise. ”It’s been a while. Your strength has grown—you sensed me!”

Ying sneered. ”I didn’t. But that cowardly Ye Chen, daring to meet my fiancée, must fear I’d crush him. Of course he’d bring you, his senior brother.”

Hua Yunfei smiled, not denying it. ”Junior Brother is cautious. With his boundless future, dying to a nobody would be a pity.”

”Nobody?” Ying’s lips curled coldly, his martial eyes glinting gold as he scanned Hua Yunfei. ”This body’s far stronger than the one in Central Continent—your true self, huh?”

Hua Yunfei smiled, not denying it. ”Please, enlighten me.”

Ying snorted, stepping forward with the Movement Secret, his aura overwhelming as he charged. He didn’t take Hua Yunfei seriously. In Central Continent, his Devouring Heaven Demon Art’s protector had fed him several king bodies and even great power corpses, boosting his cultivation. The art made prodigies mere herbs for him, each top-tier origin fueling massive growth.

Now, he was unimaginably strong. Hua Yunfei was doomed, and Ye Chen would follow. Devouring them would evolve his physique, letting him sweep the Central Continent and all races’ prodigies. No one would rival him—just stepping stones for his rise.

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Ying’s fists shook the city with each strike. Hua Yunfei countered with surging purple qi, wielding top-tier dao and laws, neutralizing the onslaught. But he frowned. It hadn’t been long since their last clash, yet Ying’s strength had soared, pressuring him.

Hua Yunfei stopped holding back, purple qi spanning thirty thousand miles, unleashing the Battle Secret he’d comprehended. In an instant, they clashed in an earth-shaking duel. Nearby cultivators fled, and even sect powerhouses, initially intending to mediate, paled at the battle’s aftershocks and dared not approach.

Great Shang’s skies were consumed by purple and gold qi, pulsing with terrifying waves that seemed ready to tear the city apart.

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Inside the Primordial Thunder God-Slaying Formation, Ye Chen scanned his surroundings, eyes wide with shock. This formation was impressive—spacious, like one-way glass, letting him see outside clearly.

Seeing Heavenly Intention Holy Son fighting Hua Yunfei, Ye Chen felt a pang of guilt. He was cozy in this ”private box,” while his senior brother was always out fighting for him. He’d make it up to Hua Yunfei with an immortal root fruit later.

Yi Qingwu glanced outside, spotting Heavenly Intention Holy Son. A satisfied smile spread across her breathtaking face. When Ying Tiansheng looked toward the formation, it was as if he could see her actions, fueling her excitement.

Noticing Ye Chen’s gaze outward, she sneered coldly, ”Think Hua Yunfei can hold off my fiancé, making you my match? Laughable.”

Her voice dripped with disdain. ”My fiancé has a hidden inheritance, devouring prodigy origins to skyrocket his strength. After killing your Heavenly Evolution Holy Land’s king-body elder, his power surged. In Central Continent, who knows how many powerhouses he’s slain? His growth is immense. Hua Yunfei barely matched him before—now, he’s doomed.”

To shake Ye Chen’s confidence, she dropped this bombshell. Ye Chen was indeed stunned. Heavenly Intention Holy Son could grow by devouring? What kind of overpowered demonic art was this? Endless potential?

He couldn’t help asking, ”Whose inheritance is that?”

Yi Qingwu smirked coldly. ”How would I know? Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. That’d harm my fiancé!”

Ye Chen gave her a speechless look. So loyal to her fiancé. But her words worried him. He’d heard Heavenly Intention Holy Son killed Little Roc King Zhang Pengfei en route to Central Continent. He’d thought it was just bloodlust, but now it seemed deliberate. If true, how far had Ying Tiansheng grown in the Central Continent?

Ye Chen’s concern wasn’t for himself—his small world made him untouchable. He worried for Hua Yunfei. Then, realizing it was likely just an avatar, he relaxed. Losing an avatar wasn’t a big deal.