Immortality Starts With Investment

”Ye Chen, worry about yourself!”

Yi Qingwu stood high in the sky, dark hair dancing, a full moon behind her casting endless moonlight, her beauty otherworldly. She raised a delicate hand, wielding twin moons, and with the Movement Secret, her graceful figure shot toward Ye Chen with crushing speed.

Ye Chen stood still, watching. As she neared, he unleashed his Heavy Pupil.

”Heavy Pupils Open Heaven!”

Chaotic qi surged, enveloping her in a pure land. Yi Qingwu’s face shifted, pushing the Movement Secret to escape before it closed. But Ye Chen transformed into a Kun Peng, soaring to block her.

The Movement Secret was formidable, but Yi Qingwu’s mastery, though talented, paled against Ye Chen’s Kun Peng Treasure Technique. He forcibly pressed her back into the pure land, gripping her head.

Her stunning face twisted with pride as she glared. ”Using this pure land to trap me—what vile plan is this? My fiancé is outside. He’ll kill Hua Yunfei, then you! If you dare touch me, he’ll make you beg for death!”

Ye Chen’s lips twitched.

You’re the one who set up this ”private room,” okay?

But he didn’t argue. The Movement Secret, though incomplete compared to his Kun Peng technique, had unique strengths. Most crucially, it was complete. A broken technique, even with critical feedback, only yielded one complete Battle Secret before.

But gifting a complete Movement Secret could bring unimaginable rewards—perhaps multiple Nine Secrets. Each of these supreme human dao techniques could make a cultivator peerless. Several would be a game-changer.

So, facing the fiancée’s theatrics, Ye Chen played along, subduing her effortlessly in the pure land. ”Yi Qingwu, you don’t want our past soul communions leaking, shaming your fiancé, do you?” He leaned into familiar threats.

To his shock, she didn’t comply. Instead, she lifted her chin, sneering. ”That’s all you’ve got? Spread it—I don’t care. My fiancé loves me to his core; he won’t mind. I even showed him the mark you left in my spiritual core. He didn’t blame me—he pitied me and gave me the Movement Secret to protect myself.”

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Ye Chen was stunned. For real? Heavenly Intention Holy Son was that forgiving? He couldn’t help but admire the guy. But what was with Yi Qingwu going off-script? This wasn’t how the play was supposed to go!

As he frowned, she continued, ”My fiancé values my pure, untainted yin body above all. As long as that’s intact, he won’t blame me!”

Ye Chen: ”…”

Was she hinting? Last time, they nearly crossed that line until Heavenly Intention Holy Son broke the formation. If they had, her critical hits might’ve stopped. Now, with the chance before him, Ye Chen hesitated. She’d just triggered two immortal roots—the highest multiplier yet. Her critical hits were phenomenal. If they became dao partners, future critical hits might be impossible.

Seeing Ye Chen hesitate, Yi Qingwu, though suppressed, smirked proudly. ”Scared, huh? Look outside—your senior brother’s losing, about to be swept away and killed by my fiancé. You’re next. You’re doomed, too cowardly to even lash out or spite my fiancé before you die. Release my restraints now, kneel, and beg for mercy. If I’m in a good mood, I might plead with Holy Son to just cripple you, leaving you a mortal for life.”

She doubled down, goading him.

Ye Chen glanced at her chattering mouth, a new idea forming. He didn’t want to waste her multiplier until a better candidate appeared—she’d bring more surprises. But her provocations were making it hard to stay calm. His temper flared.

He sneered, ”Kneel? You’re the one kneeling!” His spiritual Qi surged, forcing Yi Qingwu’s graceful legs to bend, kneeling before him.

Her face shifted. Kneeling wasn’t a cultivation world custom, even for elders or masters. This was her first time, and to Ye Chen. Humiliation flooded her, but a strange thrill mixed in.

”How dare you?” she cursed, her celestial voice like a breeze. ”Humiliate me like this, and my fiancé will kill you, tear you apart, send your whole clan to the Soul Refining Prison, never to be reborn!”

Glaring up at him, her defiance only fueled Ye Chen’s fire. He smirked. ”How dare I? Because I’m pissed!”

She opened her mouth to retort, but he silenced her instantly. Tears of grievance welled up, and she resisted.

Ye Chen, eyes closed, casually tossed out an image stone to hover midair. ”Holy Maiden, you don’t want your fiancé seeing you like this, do you?”

Her struggling stopped. She glared, reluctantly complying.

Savoring this unprecedented moment, Ye Chen didn’t forget the Movement Secret. True to his nature, he said, ”Give me the Movement Secret now, and I’ll stop.”

Instead of relief, Yi Qingwu sneered. ”The Movement Secret is my fiancé’s trump card. If you get it and use it against him, what then? No matter the humiliation, you’ll never…”

Seeing her defiance and apparent enjoyment, Ye Chen sighed, silencing her again. No rush—she brought the Movement Secret to give him. He’d ask after the battle.