Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 493: Let's Fight!

Facing his resolute fiancée, Ye Chen couldn't hide his grin. Adorable, tempting… But he wasn't that kind of guy. The two immortal roots exceeded expectations—he was thrilled.

Looking at Yi Qingwu, he said, "Holy Maiden, don't overthink. I only care about you, with no intent to ruin your bond with your fiancé. Please hurry back and save your grandmother." His sincerity was palpable.

Yi Qingwu's heart surged with warmth. Heavenly Intention Holy Son claimed to love her but devoured her father without hesitation. Ye Chen only cared about her grandmother. The difference was stark.

Though her grandmother's condition was urgent, it wasn't immediate. Yi Qingwu hadn't planned to entangle with Ye Chen today—without Heavenly Intention Holy Son present, her interest waned. But now, she couldn't resist.

Her eyes locked on Ye Chen, brimming with killing intent. "You've humiliated me and injured my fiancé. Coming to Great Shang Immortal City, with so many witnesses, if I take your gift and leave, they'll think I'm loose, entangled with you, and call me shameless. I can endure slander, but if it taints my fiancé's name, how can I face him? So, despite your gift, I must kill you to prove my honor, even if it means repaying kindness with enmity."

Ye Chen's lips twitched—she was offering herself again? Her multiplier was insane, yielding two immortal roots in one critical hit. A true treasure mine. He couldn't bear to lose her. Physical pleasures were nice, but a high-multiplier critical hit was far more thrilling.

He wanted to say more, but the eavesdropping crowd below grew excited, some nearly clapping for the Holy Maiden. She was fierce—taking the gift and still planning to kill him. The Fourth Holy Son was about to lose big.

But Ye Chen's helpless voice rang out, "Holy Maiden, you can't beat me. Listen, just go."

The crowd sobered. Right—she might not defeat him.

Yet Yi Qingwu's voice restored their confidence. "My fiancé taught me the Movement Secret, granting unmatched speed, making me untouchable. After your talisman, I took the eighth-grade Primordial Thunder God-Slaying Formation from Heavenly Intention's treasury. Once activated, divine lightning destroys all. Even with your Kun Peng Treasure Technique, you can't escape. Unless a Mahayana cultivator intervenes, no one can break it. This time, you're doomed!"

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The crowd felt assured—victory seemed certain.

The Movement Secret, one of the Nine Secrets, was terrifyingly renowned. Heavenly Intention Holy Son, Ying Tiansheng, used it to instantly kill Hua Yunfei's avatar, proving its might. With it, even against Ye Chen's Kun Peng Treasure Technique, Yi Qingwu could remain untouchable. Paired with an eighth-grade formation, suppressing the Fourth Holy Son seemed plausible.

The crowd leaned in, eager to hear more.

But the Fourth Holy Son stayed silent for a long moment. Finally, he spoke helplessly, "If that's your wish, let's fight."

The listeners frowned. Despite her intent to repay kindness with death, why did his tone sound… indulgent? Something was off.

…

On the top floor, Ye Chen was indeed exasperated. First Fan Qinghe, now this—why did everyone push him? He wasn't that kind of guy. But the fiancée brought the Movement Secret and a private, Mahayana-proof formation. How could he refuse such enthusiasm? He had to indulge her.

Yi Qingwu glanced around, her slender neck tilting. "Too small here for the formation disk. Outside."

What could Ye Chen do? He followed obediently.

The crowd rushed to the railings, watching them ascend. They were stunned. The Fourth Holy Son actually followed? Was he mad? She was deploying an eighth-grade divine formation, yet he went along. Was his obsession with Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden so extreme he'd risk his life?

Yi Qingwu, seeing him comply, smiled. "Good. For the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, I'll make your death quick." She raised the formation disk, its ancient aura erupting with divine patterns and world-destroying thunder, poised to engulf them.

Ye Chen sensed something, frowning toward a distant spot.

In that far-off void, Ying Tiansheng smirked. Using the Movement Secret, he'd arrived in Great Shang Immortal City before Yi Qingwu but stayed hidden. He'd had doubts. The fiancée had been carved on and had her robe shattered.

Now, with her grandmother ill, Ye Chen offered an Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid—a treasure even he marveled at. Any man would suspect foul play. So, he concealed his aura, observing.

What he saw eased his mind. No affair existed—Ye Chen's feelings were one-sided. Ying didn't mind; the fiancée's excellence made admirers normal. And she'd prepared a formation to kill Ye Chen, reassuring him further.

But now that he was here, no formation was needed. Everyone would die. He burst from the void, radiant with immortal light, chuckling. "Qingwu, recall the formation. Leave the rest to me!" His voice thundered across Great Shang Immortal City.

Yi Qingwu's eyes lit up, brimming with unexpected joy. "Holy Son…"

But the formation disk was already active, unstoppable. In Ying Tiansheng's gaze, his fiancée and Ye Chen were swallowed by the formation's roar.