Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 603: The Noble Supreme Elder!

Gripping the spear tightly, Ye Chen held it ready in preparation for the gift ahead. He scanned the area. The two fallen Mahayana cultivators had been almost totally annihilated, body and soul alike. Just faint remnants of their origins drifted in the void.

Ye Chen let out a sigh. This had been his final clash in the Unity realm, and he'd acted a touch too boldly. Next time around for a kill, he'd preserve his power. If not, the rewards would prove too scant. With a sweep of his hand, he activated the Indestructible Heavenly Art to gather the origins, though he held off on refining them. He moved toward the remaining Mahayana cultivator, struck through the forehead by divine light, beyond healing and stripped of all strength.

The lone surviving Mahayana cultivator shook uncontrollably. Upon reaching Mahayana, he'd sensed himself unbeatable, viewing everyone beneath his level as mere insects. But now, dread gripped him toward a Unity cultivator. Memories of Ye Chen's divine power slaying one enemy in a flash, plus wielding two Extreme Dao Weapons to pulverize another with one blow, left him quivering nonstop. Death was the last thing he desired, so he parted his lips to beg.

Yet Ye Chen's palm clamped down on his skull. Instantly, the man sensed his origin being sucked away at a furious pace. Horror filled his gaze as he cried out, "You're not just the Heavenly Emperor's successor—you're a Devouring Lineage heir too? Is there internal strife in the Devouring Lineage? Holy Son, you're our true Holy Son! Spare me, I beg you! I'll follow you, help you reclaim everything in the Devouring Lineage…"

A twitch crossed Ye Chen's lips. Such wild fancy. He lifted his palm, draining the man's origin completely and storing it alongside the rest. Later, he'd track down a phony successor to absorb and cleanse the impurities, then reap the purified essence. This approach would let him safely present it to his fiancée. After all, purity in sustenance was essential.

Having absorbed the origin, Ye Chen produced the Human Emperor Banner. As he refined the Mahayana cultivator's soul into it, surges of purple qi erupted, filling Ye Chen with delight. The yields from this journey were superb. With another gesture, he wiped away every trace and aura inside the formation. His hidden aces had been played, yet without witnesses, they remained reusable. Exposing secrets invited awe and probing eyes. Concealing them promised deadlier shocks to foes. The path was clear.

With all matters settled, Ye Chen invoked the Movement Secret. His Heavy Pupils swept over the formation before he strode out and departed. Upon emerging, shock rippled through the onlookers. Fan Qinghe and her master's jaws dropped in disbelief.

The Devouring Lineage assailants' eyes bulged wide. The Heavenly Desire Sect's Supreme Elder, her pink lantern swaying, displayed a blend of astonishment and delight.

The sight proved utterly staggering. Trapped in a formation and besieged by three Mahayana cultivators, this Unity realm Ye Chen emerged without a scratch? Even more baffling, the formation bore no marks of chaos. The doom of those three Mahayana foes was plain.

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Not a soul thought Ye Chen had slain them single-handedly. Not even the Heavenly Emperor could pull that off. Surely, he'd tapped into rare external aids or secret backups. Still, the feat stunned all. Evidently, the Heavenly Emperor had sown plentiful safeguards for his heir's rise.

Whatever guesses swirled among the masses, Ye Chen's escape doomed the Devouring Lineage's scheme. The half-saint titan, locked in combat far amid the stars, spared Ye Chen a look before withdrawing.

The Second Heaven powerhouse and the pair of Third Heaven Mahayana experts pulled back too. One, who seemed to know Elder Mo, sneered as he fled: "Sublimate your cultivation again, and just wait for death…"

Elder Mo observed their flight, resentment burning yet powerless to act.

The Heavenly Evolution Holy Land refrained from blocking their escape. Beyond Mahayana, victory over rivals came easily enough, but slaying or seizing them posed immense challenges. Not unless one's might dwarfed theirs utterly. These adversaries hailed from mighty holy lands, too tough to pin down. Thus, they allowed departure.

The conflict died down. Ye Chen bowed to the sky-bound elders in thanks. He resolved to share more Enlightenment Tea soon. The elders grinned back before fading away.

Elder Mo and Feng Baiyu eyed Ye Chen, inquiring if he'd depart now. Ye Chen declined, insisting the fight had drained him and recovery would take days. Spotting him untouched and clutching a fresh Extreme Dao Weapon spear, the pair doubted it. Still, they forbore questioning, withdrawing to the void for their own recuperation.

Fan Qinghe dashed to Ye Chen's side. Her bright eyes sparkled with thrill and reverence. She latched onto his arm firmly. Dispatching three Mahayana cultivators, by whatever means, was phenomenal. Her guardian was simply overpowering. Most remarkably, after his prior depletion, he betrayed no fatigue. Plainly, the portion she and her master had siphoned was but a sliver of his vast reserves.

Ye Chen smiled while stroking her head. Then his gaze shifted forward. A lush, hourglass figure akin to a full melon loomed near. Cascading waves of hair framed her exquisite, bewitching visage with captivating allure. She exuded the charm of a fox fairy reborn. Yet her complexion was ashen, her soft smile evoking sympathy.

"Master, are you hurt?" the Heavenly Desire Sect Master asked with worry.

The woman shook her head. "Just brushed by the enemy's divine arts. Those attackers hailed from a holy land for sure, backed by vast heritage and horrifying skills… I deemed myself mighty, but against holy land powerhouses, my arrogance rings hollow! I'll have to enter seclusion for decades to mend. You and Qinghe, look after the Holy Son well."

She flashed Ye Chen another smile before soaring to the Heavenly Desire Sect's rear peaks. The Sect Master and Fan Qinghe stood frozen. Decades in seclusion for recovery? That spelled grave harm.

Witnessing her wounds from aiding him, Ye Chen yearned to help. "Senior, I possess a healing treasure…" he called.

But she pressed on without halting, her alluring form receding. Her voice lingered: "No need for formalities, Holy Son. As Qinghe's protector, you're my junior. How could I stand by during your ambush? My wounds aren't your doing—I'm simply too feeble… I won't be able to host you later, so please forgive me…"

Her words trailed off. Her silhouette dissolved from view.

Ye Chen admired her voluptuous, gourd-shaped form, sighing deeply. The Heavenly Desire Sect's Supreme Elder embodied true integrity. Offering aid without demanding recompense, departing sans thanks, shunning acclaim for her valor. What lofty virtue…