Immortality Starts With Investment

Ye Chen’s final words shook Lan Nuo. She knew she’d kissed the right man. Many could show off, but only he could perfectly boost others’ prestige. If not for all eyes on her, she’d chase him to check his ”dry lips” again.

Lan Clan members flew up, excited. ”Nuonuo, how was it? Did you really…?”

The entire Immortal City’s cultivators perked up, craving firsthand news.

Lan Nuo shook her head, not answering, and said calmly, ”Fighting the Heavenly Emperor’s heir gave me great gains. I’ll seclude to break through to Third Heaven!”

She turned, drifting away.

Her silence fueled curiosity. Some guessed she was sparing Ye Chen’s face. Others thought they traded wins; no need to speak. Regardless, the mysterious battle stirred excitement. Most believed Lan Nuo edged out.

Post-fight, Ye Chen headed to the Great Yan Continent, while Lan Nuo aimed for the Third Heaven. Clearly, she had the upper hand. Amid speculation, Lan Nuo’s fame soared, becoming Central Continent’s top prodigy. Her seclusion to reach Third Heaven—the first King among her peers—spoke volumes.

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Amid shocked discussions, Luo Bingling, fed up and wanting Ye Chen to hurry, gaped. She stared, dazed, at his departing chariot. What? He forgot her? Did he even fight?

Furious, her fists clenched. She stood, ready to challenge Lan Nuo. She didn’t believe Lan Nuo could tie him. Ye Chen must fancy her. She’d crush Lan Nuo, ruin her, to vent.

But as she surged toward the sky, a figure blocked her. ”Princess Luo, what are you doing?”

She glanced—a familiar prodigy from the Myriad Races. Sneering, she said, ”I don’t believe she matched the Heavenly Emperor’s heir! I’ll crush her, expose Central Continent’s human sham…”

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The prodigy, alarmed, urged, ”Don’t! No prodigy jokes with fame. Lan Nuo’s strength is real!”

Luo Bingling scoffed. Others wouldn’t, but Ye Chen, with a beauty, had no limits. He’d touch a waist for months, let alone throw a fight.

Seeing her disbelief, the prodigy added, ”Even if true, don’t challenge her. If she’s strong, fight Ye Chen directly. If not, beating her only offends him—pointless. Insult him indirectly, he won’t care. Even face-to-face, you’d just get kicked, not killed. But harm his woman, and you’re dead. Don’t do it!”

Her logic cooled Luo Bingling. She wanted Ye Chen’s favor, not his wrath. No need for foolish outbursts.

Calmer, the prodigy asked, ”You came with him, but he left. Will you join me to the Myriad Races Immortal City?”

Luo Bingling glanced at the prodigy, said nothing, and soared skyward. She chased Ye Chen’s direction. Being forgotten was humiliating, infuriating. But with the Dao Cauldron in his hands, she had to endure. She’d gift him the Yellow Spring Water. Then, like Su Yuxuan, use her feet. This combo would make him guilty, letting her take control…

Still, her anger burned. Mid-flight, she overheard cultivators praising her waist and abs’ allure. Without hesitation, her navel glowed, divine light bursting. The cultivators fell instantly.

Lan Clan Immortal City fell silent. No one dared stop her. Venting slightly, her mood eased, and she resumed chasing Ye Chen…

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On the chariot, Ye Chen mused about boosting Lan Nuo’s prestige. He’d left his words half-said. Next chance, he’d finish for greater effect. He’d kept this show-off line for himself. But Lan Nuo’s contributions justified giving it to her. He had more.

Pleased, he pondered. Only long after leaving did he realize something. Glancing at the empty spot beside him, his lips twitched.

Oops. Too focused on Lan Nuo’s spotlight, he forgot Luo Bingling. He missed her waist after holding it so long. But forgotten was forgotten—he wouldn’t go back.

Compared to Lan Nuo, Luo Bingling was lackluster. Her waist was tempting, but multipliers mattered more. Better to part ways. This trip’s haul was huge—he could break through and stay secluded until Third Heaven. With that, he sped up toward the Great Yan Continent.

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Behind, Luo Bingling’s face darkened. Using her clan’s top speed technique, she still couldn’t catch him. Not a trace of Ye Chen. He was too fast. Helpless, she reached out. A massive hand, radiating Saintly might, scooped her up, chasing Ye Chen.

A week later, nearing Central Continent’s edge, Ye Chen saw Luo Bingling ahead on a cloud, glaring, teeth gritted, waving him to stop. His eyes widened…