Immortality Starts With Investment

Ye Chen never wasted words on the dead. Fan Qinghe, ever supportive, scoffed at Chen Lingxiao. ”Star River King Body? A second-rate constitution. In the Heavenly Emperor’s era, the Star River Clan provoked him and lost three divine sons in three years. With that record, you dare covet me? Dare challenge the Holy Son? I’d rather be his servant than let you glance at me. You’re unworthy!”

Her words fell, and she ignited a divine light, shielding herself like a dazzling orb, her disdain unmistakable. Ye Chen chuckled, pulled her close for a sweet, lingering kiss, then said, ”Step back. This guy’s not even a top-ten prodigy, just a bit stronger than the Heavenly Intention Holy Son. No need for us both to fight him.”

Fan Qinghe’s eyes held worry—she knew how much she’d drained him. But for his sake, she didn’t question, retreating obediently. As she did, she shot Chen a disdainful spit, utterly unrefined yet charmingly endearing in her beauty. Ye Chen grinned; he loved her dramatic flair—it made him look good.

Chen Lingxiao’s face darkened. This rare beauty, so docile with Ye Chen, would rather be his servant than glance his way. She even brought up his clan’s shameful past and spat at him. He, the Star River King Body, was adored by female cultivators in Central Continent, yet humiliated in this backwater Great Yan Continent?

His fury turned to cold laughter, eyes brimming with killing intent. He’d kill Ye Chen, then seize this woman and see how tough her mouth remained.

Without another word, starlight flared behind him. A starry river surged forth, his dao weapon’s might echoing, illuminating the heavens. Bathed in starlight, Chen’s terrifying aura swept thousands of miles, cracking the void as if a star lord had descended.

The onlookers’ pupils shrank, awestruck. Truly a top-ten-level prodigy—his power was terrifying. Save for peers of equal caliber, the Star River King Body was invincible in the Unity stage.

As Chen, wielding his Dao Weapon, coldly eyed Ye Chen, ready to speak, Fan Qinghe interjected with a sneer. ”That’s the Dao Weapon used by the Star River King in his Unity stage. He sought the Dao his whole life, left no heirs, and died waiting for the immortal path to open. Before passing, he buried himself and his legacy in a hidden tomb. And now it’s in your hands? You, a Central Continent prodigy, came to Great Yan to rob graves?”

Her words sparked an uproar. Chen, poised to show off, twitched. He’d gained this through fated fortune, a mark of his supreme luck. Yet her words twisted it into something shameful. If this spread to the Central Continent, what would the divine maidens and holy daughters think? While others debated the Dao in Central Continent, he, the Star River King, was digging tombs in Great Yan? Utterly humiliating!

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Facing everyone’s stares, Chen Lingxiao awkwardly explained, ”What grave-robbing? I stumbled into a pit and found it!”

”Enough talk, Ye Chen, die! There’s no need to even use my domain to kill you.” Enraged, he raised a hand, summoning countless blazing stars that formed a starry curtain, radiating terrifying energy as they crashed toward Ye Chen. An ordinary Unity-stage cultivator would struggle to withstand even one blow, forced to dodge.

Ye Chen, however, marveled at Fan Qinghe’s talent—a true mouthpiece of the cultivation world, infuriating foes with ease. Facing Chen Lingxiao’s terrifying divine technique, he remained calm. Raising a hand, his amplified Yin-Yang Qi, powered by his Extreme Dao Dantian’s immense output, surged forth, silently obliterating the destructive starry curtain. The heavens cleared in an instant, leaving only serene clarity.

Chen Lingxiao froze, shocked at Ye Chen’s vast Yin-Yang Qi, far surpassing his own at the Deity Transformation stage. Still, he accepted it—Ye Chen was the Heavenly Emperor’s heir, after all. But he’d kill him regardless! A flash at his brow unleashed his domain, not toward Ye Chen but skyward.

Instantly, the millions of miles around darkened as if midnight had fallen at noon, with countless stars shining above, their light converging into beams that empowered Chen’s body. His already fearsome aura multiplied, exuding the majesty of a star lord.

Smirking, Chen had perfected his domain with the Star River King’s tomb-retrieved legacy, enabling him to fight under a true starry sky anytime, fully unleashing his physique’s power and erasing its flaws. His Star River King Body was the strongest in history, flawless, capable of rivaling even the era’s Heavy Pupil, Supreme Heart, or Heavenly Demon Body.

As his confidence soared, Fan Qinghe spoke again. ”Didn’t you say you wouldn’t use your domain? What’s this?”

Chen’s mouth twitched, glaring at the beautiful yet sharp-tongued woman, pretending not to hear. He charged at Ye Chen with boundless starlight, now several times stronger, truly fearsome under the starry sky.

Yet Ye Chen remained unruffled, activating the Battle Secret to channel his Yin-Yang Qi, forming a massive black-and-white yin-yang millstone in the sky. Spanning millions of miles, it eclipsed the starlight, absorbing and grinding it to nothing.

Chen’s empowered aura plummeted without the starlight’s support. Staring at the colossal millstone, formed entirely of Yin-Yang Qi, he couldn’t believe it. How could a Deity Transformation cultivator hold so much energy—greater than his own domain? How wasn’t Ye Chen bursting?

Fan Qinghe, outwardly calm but inwardly anxious, gaped at the millstone capable of grinding all existence. She hadn’t believed Ye Chen’s claim of not being drained, thinking only a few drops remained, said to ease her worry. But now, she was stunned. After seven days of risking overload, she’d thought she’d taken nearly all his energy—yet it was a mere fraction? A drop in the bucket?

A deep sense of inadequacy hit her. She’d only absorbed a tiny portion despite Ye Chen’s encouragement, utterly failing his expectations.