Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 556: I Am the Main Wife!

Though the Ancient Desolation Sacred Body didn't thrill Ye Chen, he left his array, glanced at his still-cultivating fiancée and Ying Tiansheng, and sat cross-legged to feel his new physique.

With the Ancient Desolation Sacred Body, his Indestructible Body grew stronger, his blood qi ten times more robust. A physique revered for its physical dominance, only the Firmament Overlord Body could rival its fleshly strength. Other physiques paled in comparison. Most cultivators, even prodigies, would be ecstatic with it. But for Ye Chen, it wasn't enough.

Outsiders thought he was the Heavenly Emperor's heir, destined to retrace his path. Only he knew he aimed to surpass the Emperor. The Emperor's situation seemed dire—personally guarding gates, strength alone was insufficient. To transcend, Ye Chen had to exceed him.

But he soon noticed another perk: the Ancient Desolation Sacred Body amplified his Indestructible Scripture's cultivation, boosting efficiency several times over. Wasting no time, he cultivated it while awaiting Yi Qingwu's progress, further strengthening his body.

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Above, Heavenly Evolution Holy Land's elders cultivated calmly, while the two Nether God elders trembled in fear. They pinned their hopes on Su Yuxuan's recovery—if she was fine, they might survive; if not, they were doomed.

As expected, Heavenly Intention's reinforcements never came. Heavenly Evolution's Immortal Platform Third Heaven Realm elder intercepted their forces, clashing in the starry void before parting. Ying Tiansheng and his group were abandoned.

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A week later, Yi Qingwu, motionless with her stunning features, stirred. Her long lashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.

"I've mastered the Indestructible Heavenly Art!"

She stood, hair dancing, gazing at Ye Chen with joy. He smirked—his time management was flawless, ready for the next gifting feedback. Without hesitation, he grabbed Ying Tiansheng, limp as a dead dog, and presented him to Yi Qingwu.

"Then I'll gift his origin to Fairy Yi."

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Curious about gifting the whole person, he feared the system might overdeliver, spawning a thousand- or ten-thousand-fold Holy Son. So, he specified the origin as the gift, the body a mere bonus.

Seeing Ye Chen preserve Ying Tiansheng for her, not letting that barefoot woman touch him, Yi Qingwu smiled radiantly, her beauty unmatched. Ye Chen loves me most.

No matter how many women he had, she was the main wife. Looking at the pathetic Ying Tiansheng, her heart surged. Without Ye Chen, she might never have avenged her father. He knew the truth yet willingly played the tool, provoking Ying Tiansheng. He gave her everything precious, even the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, without hesitation. Most importantly, he personally helped her exact revenge.

Emotions surged within Yi Qingwu, her gaze on Ye Chen brimming with affection. Tossing Ying Tiansheng aside, she no longer hid her burning feelings. Her perfect figure pressed tightly against Ye Chen, seamless. Her stunning, moonlit face brushed his, planting a soft kiss. A heavenly voice whispered in his ear, warm breath tickling, "Don't rush. Soon, I'll give you what you've always wanted… Stay here, I'll be quick."

Reluctantly parting, she turned away.

Ying Tiansheng, watching, veins bulging on his forehead, roared, "Yi Qingwu, you wretch! I treated you so well, and you want to kill me? Have any conscience? Let me go! I'll leave for Central Continent, never to return!"

He screamed, begged.

Turning to the despairing Holy Son, Yi Qingwu's face lit with relish. His pain fueled her vengeance. She spoke softly, "Everything you devoured will be harvested, becoming my nourishment. After taking your origin, I'll offer all my precious things to Ye Chen."

His origin stolen, the fiancée willingly given away—his lifetime's efforts for naught. Ying Tiansheng's eyes turned blood-red, cursing her as a wretch. Yi Qingwu ignored him, locking him with her power. But, valuing her image, she found crushing his head to extract origin too savage, unbecoming for Ye Chen to see. It might tarnish her perfect impression.

Smiling sweetly at Ye Chen, she raised a hand, forming a vision-blocking domain, and gracefully led the despairing Holy Son inside. Their figures vanished. Soon, his anguished wails echoed from within.

Simultaneously, system prompts rang in Ye Chen's mind…

To keep things discreet—since Yi Qingwu's family was tied to Heavenly Intention Holy Land, and she might return as a holy daughter, with the Indestructible Heavenly Art best kept secret—Ye Chen had sealed the area, blocking all external detection.

Above, the Holy Master and others, sipping Ye Chen's Enlightenment Tea, speculated on what he was doing and why it took so long. Hearing Ying Tiansheng's wretched cries, their expressions froze. Minds raced, imagining the scene.

Finally, they sighed. Their Holy Son was honest, generous, and supremely talented—a true prodigy. But his obsession with women was worsening. Even they struggled to accept it.

Feng Baiyu decided: after this, he'd urge Ye Chen to at least soundproof better, keeping it from outsiders!