Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 659: The Little Demoness Arrives!

Yellow Spring Water was precious, but nothing compared to the Dao Cauldron. With this Immortal Path being the last, and the cultivation world's decline inevitable, breaking through would soon be near impossible. Yellow Spring Water's value was fading. Better to use it to gain Ye Chen's favor, aiming for the Dao Cauldron.

Luo Bingling shot him an irritated glance. No Dao Cauldron, yet this dog man took liberties. Flipping faces so fast?

Once she got the Dao Cauldron and her cultivation soared, she'd show him what a real face-flip was. As a War God Clan princess, she'd never bowed to anyone. Being snubbed and forced to curry favor infuriated her.

But she hid it. She didn't mention Yellow Spring Water yet. It'd need to come from her clan after leaving the Immortal Path. Words alone were weak. Waiting until the clan delivered it to gift Ye Chen would stun him, erasing past tensions.

…

They reached the second realm's teleportation arrays. One exited the Immortal Path; the other led to the next layer. Ye Chen had no interest in wandering further. Alkaid Holy Son wasn't worth chasing to the third realm. He left directly.

Soon, he and Luo Bingling returned to Immortal City. The city buzzed with cultivators, shocked to see Ye Chen. News of his Immortal Path feats had spread—one against twelve, three fled, eight fell, only Yao Yuekong survived by selling his sister.

A First Heaven cultivator achieving this was more terrifying than before. All gazed at Ye Chen with awe. But some harbored killing intent. As he and Luo Bingling left the city, the surrounding void locked.

Above, a man in golden robes glared, his Saint-level aura surging with murderous intent. Beside him stood a beautiful woman. On the other side, a middle-aged man with a terrifying physique and purple blood qi stared coldly.

More fearsome figures appeared outside the city, the weakest radiating Saint-level might, all eyeing Ye Chen with killing intent. The void's temperature plummeted, the pressure nearly forcing distant city cultivators to kneel. Exclamations erupted.

"That's the Feather Transformation Dynasty's current Emperor? And his wife!"

"That's a Firmament Overlord Body Saint King?"

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"And the Solar Divine Body's father, the current Purple Sun Palace Master!"

"It's over. The Heavenly Emperor's heir is out of the city, void locked—he can't escape back!"

"…"

Recognizing the newcomers, the crowd gasped. All eyes turned to Ye Chen. They were clearly after him, linked to the prodigies he'd slain. Outside Immortal City, without its protection, his fate was uncertain.

Terrifying Saint-level auras swept, unnerving all.

Luo Bingling frowned, unprepared for this. Yet Ye Chen, lounging on his chariot, legs crossed, rubbing a gem, was unfazed. Just a few Saints and Saint Kings. He could enter his small world, wait them out, or let them come in and die.

If some were smart, camping the entrance? No matter. His small world had endless resources and the Dao Cauldron—cultivation uninterrupted. Decades of seclusion, and he'd hit ninth-tier Mahayana, nearing Quasi-Immortal.

He glanced at the Feather Transformation King's Dao companion, the Feather Transformation Divine Body's mother—beautiful, still radiant. No critical hit, though. His gaze caught their notice, and with his reputation, their killing intent surged.

…

The sudden killing intent stunned onlookers. Many Central Continent cultivators watched the spectacle. Feng Baiyu appeared before Ye Chen, joined by three figures: two Saints and a Saint King. Outnumbered and outpowered, they were calm.

Feng Baiyu said coolly, "Can't handle losing, so the old come for the young?"

The Feather Transformation King glanced at him silently, eyes on Ye Chen. Heavenly Evolution's forces weren't enough to deter them.

The Firmament Overlord Body elder, Ba Wang's kin, was most domineering. Without a word, he raised a hand. His terrifying divine form shook the heavens, far surpassing Ba Wang.

Ye Chen raised a brow, ready to tell his Holy Master to retreat. He had trump cards—no need for bloodshed. But then, the battlefield shifted. Several terrifying auras descended. Purple-haired, vertical-pupiled figures, exuding fearsome presence.

Ye Chen glanced at Luo Bingling, surprised.

She smirked. She'd been communicating with her War God Clan elders. Needing the Dao Cauldron, they couldn't let Ye Chen die. Force him to hand it over before death? Impossible. Below Quasi-Immortal, no one could wield immortal artifacts. Ye Chen couldn't carry it.

Thus, the War God Clan stepped in—a life-saving favor, earning huge gratitude. Their arrival made the Feather Transformation King and others frown, but they didn't retreat, still holding the numbers advantage.

Then, another mighty aura joined. Black underworld qi surged.

Another Saint King arrived. The crowd erupted.

Ye Chen was surprised. A white-skirted figure, barefoot, floated toward the chariot.

"Senior Brother, long time no see…"

Seeing those familiar feet, Ye Chen smiled. Who else but the Little Demoness?

Su Yuxuan arrived fast, boarding the chariot without hesitation. But it was cramped, no space left. She raised a brow at Luo Bingling.

Luo Bingling frowned back, unmoving, mood sour. Without Su Yuxuan, her aid would've earned greater favor. Now, it was diluted.

Sensing hostility, Su Yuxuan smiled, then sat facing Ye Chen, straddling his lap, pulling both his hands to her waist…