Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 612: I Must Remain Widowed for My Fiancé!

Strangers touching them was something cultivators usually despised. The young cultivator, already irritated, furrowed his brows when an arm draped casually over his shoulder. He whirled to snap at the intruder but stiffened at the sight of the face, bewilderment sparking in his gaze.

The face rang a bell.

Suddenly, his eyes bulged, his shoulder quaking under the clasp. The Fourth Holy Son had truly appeared in Heavenly Intention Immortal City. Remembering his prior taunt of 'Ye the Fourth,' his cheeks drained pale, and he faltered, 'Fourth Holy Son…'

Ye Chen gave his head a gentle shake. 'Relax, I liked you calling me Ye the Fourth.'

The young cultivator's complexion blanched even more. Doom had found him!

Onlookers nearby disregarded the pair, some retreating further. The third-generation Star River King Body was known for grudges and spite, delighting in his fresh might. Antagonizing such a figure was reckless, particularly with these two braggarts liable to ensnare others in chaos.

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Ye Chen kept his arm slung over the youth, unconcerned about slaying over a mere moniker. Yao Gu, the instigator, merited any punishment. Poised to banter further with this perceptive lad, a blaze of divine luster erupted overhead. A group of silhouettes plunged from above, alighting amid Heavenly Intention Palace.

A lofty pavilion of sacred stone dominated the skyline, designated for youthful elites from holy lands, noble houses, or grand sects. It swiftly teemed with arrivals.

'That's Li Chenzhou, Holy Son from North Sea Holy Land—he ascended to Mahayana post Immortal Path activation!'

'The female figure on the right appears to be Purple Twilight Holy Land's Holy Maiden.'

'This era's peak talents have all attained Mahayana, leaving us to flounder. What envy.'

'Perhaps our role is merely to accentuate their splendor,' the watchers muttered, reverence mixed with gloom.

Suddenly, a presence strode forth through stellar glow from Heavenly Intention Holy Land's vicinity. Arrayed in a stellar garment, emanating splendor, his stare haughtily raked the masses. None other than the third-generation Star River King Body. He received an invitation to the central throne, his Second Heaven Mahayana realm inspiring deference in a domain ruled by might.

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'A golden era alone births talents like Brother Wang Teng, fated to master the Immortal Path.'

'Rumor has it you waged an epic clash with the Heavenly Demon Body at the Immortal Path's second gate!'

'Your genius ensures Fairy Yi falls for you. Felicitation on claiming her favor!'

Flattery hummed among the prodigies.

Wang Teng, mulling former humiliations amid waves of acclaim, broadened his smile. With a humble wave, he declared, 'This age brims with geniuses; I'm no exceptional. My lone lament: the Heavenly Emperor's heir fled upon my ascent. Denied the duel to vindicate my clan's prior two Divine Sons. Regrettable.'

Stellar eyes prowled the metropolis, poised for a quarry. All discerned his target. They too yearned for the Heavenly Emperor's heir's reappearance, curious about his plight.

The youth pinned by Ye Chen's arm shuddered, dreading detection beside him by the Star River King Body and entanglement in strife. Ye Chen smirked skyward, anticipating the King Body's glance.

Chaos surged through the throng.

'The First Fairy descends!'

'Heavenly Intention's Holy Maiden arrives!'

Wang Teng's roving sight froze, pivoting afar. A sacred carriage neared. Halting by the pavilion, silken veils parted to expose a peerlessly lovely countenance.

Cultivators, devoted to training, still drew sharp breaths, awestruck by her loveliness. Platform elites too showed clear enchantment.

Not drawn here solely for Yi Qingwu, Wang Teng nodded contentedly. A beauty of her stature alone matched him for the Immortal Path.

Yi Qingwu alighted the carriage, her pale robes aglow with lunar sheen, gliding like a Moonlight Divine Maiden. Bystanders inclined heads in homage, Wang Teng beaming dazzlingly.

Yet Yi Qingwu met salutes with a frosty sweep, her vision combing the masses below in apparent quest.

Such patent aloofness shadowed Wang Teng's visage. Dismissal galled him. Irritation glinted then vanished, supplanted by poise as he unveiled two lavish wooden caskets, etched in coiling gold dragons of evident rarity.

The reveal stirred uproar. First contained a filament of Law Qi, dazzling and saturated with spiritual Qi, holding 108 laws—a peerless aid in crafting an Immortal Platform. Covetous flames lit the crowd's stares.

The latter box bared a aureate god-pill, twinkling starward. Its vigorous essence cascaded fluidly upon opening, suffusing Heavenly Intention Palace in scented radiance. A single inhalation uplifted common cultivators, mimicking immortal ascent.

Hearsay confirmed, the display still marveled at Wang Teng's largesse. Invaluable for Mahayana advancement, impossibly scarce.

Envy targeted Yi Qingwu. Loveliness reaped such boons.

Delighted by the buzz, Wang Teng beamed at her. 'I've long heard of Fairy Yi's fame. Seeing you today, your reputation is well-earned! These are my gifts to aid your breakthrough to Mahayana.'

Yi Qingwu, heeding her sect elders' words, creased her brow. His vanishing pressed her spirit. Wheeling, she denied frostily. 'Thank you, but my fiancé has just died. My heart is ashes; I have no wish to form a bond with anyone. These gifts are too precious—please take them back.'

The stark refusal granted no quarter, her attendance compulsory. The affront deepened Wang Teng's scowl.