Immortality Starts With Investment

Ye Chen couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on when Yao Yuezhi suddenly stepped up to fight. A little green tea with a six-thousand-fold feedback multiplier, brimming with gratitude—no treasure like her came along every day. If anything happened to her on that stage, he’d weep himself to death.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn’t want to see her come to harm. And besides, she was wholeheartedly trying to capture maidservants for him. How utterly heartwarming. Just imagining that prodigy from the Undying Celestial Phoenix clan—her multiplier might even hold a pleasant surprise. If she truly became a maidservant, the benefits would be immense.

In short, Ye Chen didn’t hesitate for a moment. He strode out of the Heavenly Demon clan’s encampment and shot toward the battlefield like lightning. If Yao Yuezhi fell into disadvantage, he would intervene without delay.

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At the rear of the central grand plaza in the Myriad Races Immortal City, it was as though someone had hit the mute button—dead silence reigned. Everyone held their breath, gazing distantly at the arena, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

In mere moments, Feng Youhuang had already been solo-killed four times by Yao Yuezhi. Though her revival method was extraordinarily potent—each time nirvanically reborn from those blazing, all-devouring divine flames, seemingly eternal and indestructible.

The instant she revived, Yao Yuezhi would spot her and slay her once more. After so many resurrections, Feng Youhuang’s revival speed had slowed dramatically. At this point, she clung to life solely through her revival force. One could say the battle’s outcome was decided—the situation was crystal clear.

Yao Yuezhi, with her overwhelmingly powerful strength, had thoroughly crushed Feng Youhuang. This utterly defied everyone’s expectations. After all, the crowd had swarmed here in eager anticipation. They had come to witness a world-shaking duel between Feng Youhuang and the Heavenly Emperor heir.

Yet fine—the Heavenly Emperor heir hadn’t even shown his face, and Feng Youhuang had already capsized, dying four times. It was simply too absurd, far beyond anyone’s wildest imaginings.

”I’ve completely seen through your revival method! If I strike again, you will die beyond doubt! Submit, or die! The path is laid before you—choose for yourself!”

In the arena, Yao Yuezhi gripped the now-human-form Feng Youhuang by the throat, staring into that aloof face as she spoke coldly.

Anger and fear flickered in Feng Youhuang’s eyes. As a prodigy of the exalted Undying Celestial Phoenix clan, pride ran in her very blood. She looked down from the depths of her soul upon mere humans! Let alone becoming a human’s maidservant. Even when heartfire occasionally flared during cultivation, requiring her to capture male cultivators to suppress it, she deliberately avoided humans. That was how deeply she scorned them.

Moreover, phoenixes adored beauty—it was common knowledge. The Celestial Prince wasn’t merely extraordinarily talented, awe-inspiring in aptitude; his looks were peerlessly handsome, like a celestial descended or a god reborn. That was a key reason she had willingly accepted her clan’s arrangement to become his maidservant in the future.

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But the Heavenly Emperor heir? A lowly human—not even worthy as a Dao companion, let alone a master. If she agreed, she would become the eternal shame of the Undying Celestial Phoenix clan. Her parents wouldn’t be able to hold their heads high.

”Kill me if you must... you cannot fathom the terror of the scripture the Celestial Prince cultivates! Though he lost a million years, he used that time to forge an unprecedented heaven-defying foundation. In the future, he will easily catch up to his peers of old—and surpass them. When the Celestial Prince emerges! Whether you or that Heavenly Emperor heir—all of you will die!”

Feng Youhuang sneered coldly, unafraid of death. Only faint regret lingered in her eyes. Dying to the Heavenly Emperor heir would have been one thing. Yet she perished to this sudden interloper, Yao Yuezhi.

Humiliating. Dying like this was simply too unsightly.

A cold sneer curved across Yao Yuezhi’s domineering features. She prepared to strike the final blow. But at that instant, commotion erupted outside the arena. A wave of astonished exclamations swept through the crowd as though some exalted figure had arrived.

Yao Yuezhi whipped her head around and spotted Ye Chen striding toward them from afar. One glance sent a fierce tremor through her delicate frame. It wasn’t fear of Ye Chen. She simply didn’t want her ”brother” to see her in this fierce, domineering state. She far preferred showing him her gentle, tender side.

Feng Youhuang, who had resigned herself to death, lifted her eyelids. Catching sight of the approaching Ye Chen, her eyes instantly lit up. ”The real person is even more handsome than in the projection stone… and he carries that lofty, relaxed air—as though he holds the entire world in his palm, utterly at ease. In this golden era of the Immortal Path, to exude such composure… his bloodline must be extraordinarily noble, perhaps even surpassing my Undying Celestial Phoenix clan…”

In that moment, Feng Youhuang changed her tune entirely. ”I am willing to submit and become the Heavenly Emperor heir’s maidservant…”

Yao Yuezhi had been poised to deliver the killing strike. Hearing those words, she froze.

For real? Because Brother was too handsome, she was surrendering?

Yao Yuezhi narrowed her eyes, a flicker of hesitation rising within her.

Feng Youhuang gazed at Ye Chen, eyes shimmering. Of course it wasn’t because he was handsome—though he truly was striking. Nor did she genuinely believe his bloodline was superior; that was merely a convenient excuse.

She had simply conceived a different plan. Yao Yuezhi’s current strength was inextricably tied to Ye Chen. Her own resources from the clan had been limited because of the Celestial Prince, forcing her to agree to become his maidservant. Serving the Celestial Prince offered benefits. Then serving the Heavenly Emperor heir—wouldn’t the rewards be even greater? Thus, Feng Youhuang decided to gamble.

A mere Yao Yuezhi was cherished so deeply by the Heavenly Emperor’s heir. If it were her instead, wouldn’t he pour everything into cultivating her? Once she had drained him dry, she would kill both him and Yao Yuezhi. Hang their heads high in the heavens. Thus washing away her humiliation.

Yao Yue Zhi still wavered when Ye Chen, under the crowd’s rapt attention, strode steadily forward. His gaze swept the field in an instant—her hand was already locked around her foe’s throat, crushing it like a vice—and he let out a quiet breath of relief. He exhaled in relief.

Good—she could handle it.

His gaze then fell upon Feng Youhuang, gripped by the neck, every pore seeming to exude innate arrogance. This woman struck him as a premium version of Little Phoenix. Yet after several looks, his system remained silent.

Ye Chen felt mild disappointment. Clearly, this phoenix had already been enjoyed by another. No multiplier—no value. She didn’t even qualify as a maidservant. He spared her not another glance. Ignoring the piercing, hostile stares prickling his back, he turned a gentle gaze upon Yao Yuezhi.

Though this prospective maidservant lacked a multiplier and wasn’t worth taking, he was genuinely pleased with Yao Yuezhi. For a woman to gift her man maidservants—to cuck herself to this degree. That was true love. Yao Yuezhi wasn’t some little green tea. She was clearly the warmest, most thoughtful little padded jacket.