Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 648: Practically Polished!

"Is that the Heavenly Emperor's heir? Truly domineering!"

"His reputation for womanizing is well-earned. His first time in the Central Continent, heading towards the Immortal Path, and he's still accompanied by a woman!"

"He certainly has exquisite taste. That woman's waist is absolutely mesmerizing."

"Yi Qingwu is top-tier, and Gu Yunyun, who previously decimated prodigies at the Immortal Path, stands as the premier female sword cultivator. The Fourth Holy Son's choices are consistently exceptional."

"Tch, vertical pupils, purple hair—is she from the War God Clan?"

"The Heavenly Emperor's heir shows no mercy, not even to the myriad races."

"Rumors claim women from the War God Clan are fiercely independent, yet she behaves as docile as a kitten by his side, not even flinching at his hand resting on her navel."

"That waistline? I could admire it endlessly!"

"The War God Clan once feuded with the Heavenly Emperor, yet their descendant submits to his heir? Is she perhaps fearful of suffering the same fate as the Star River Clan?"

"The Heavenly Emperor's heir is our ultimate role model!"

"To make the War God Clan so wary—he's truly our role model!"

As Ye Chen drew nearer to the heart of the Central Continent, an increasing number of onlookers assembled, eager to witness his passage. While traversing an immortal city, cultivators crowded the skies, their voices buzzing with admiration for his presence. Some had arrived with the intention of challenging him, but upon laying eyes on him, their courage evaporated. His path remained unobstructed, with not a single soul daring to step forward.

Luo Bingling, now accustomed to Ye Chen's habit of touching her waist, overheard the derogatory remarks from the monks. Her striking features darkened, a palpable killing intent emanating from her. Her unique vertical pupil dilated slightly, a terrifying power surging forth, her brow seeming to connect to a desolate purgatory.

Instantly, a multitude of golden divine beams erupted, hurtling towards those who had spoken ill. The cultivators, who were at the Unity stage, went ashen-faced as they attempted to react. Her peculiar pupil's strange force ensnared them, freezing them in place and sealing their Qi and domains. In a mere flash, the beams consumed them entirely. When the dazzling surge subsided, they were no more, utterly annihilated.

A profound silence descended upon the scene. Every observer now regarded Luo Bingling's ruthless execution with awe. Some were incensed—how could a member of the myriad races act with such brazen audacity? One particularly vocal youth was affiliated with a Holy Land of the Central Continent. His guardian, witnessing this, became enraged and lunged forward but was immediately paralyzed under her gaze. Despite being at the same cultivation level, he was overcome with terror. His anger and killing intent vanished as swiftly as he had appeared.

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Luo Bingling, being relatively new to this world, was not recognized by many. However, someone eventually deduced her identity: the princess of the War God Clan, Luo Bingling.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Their astonishment was not solely due to her esteemed status. Their reverence for Ye Chen intensified dramatically. To subdue and hold sway over a princess from the War God Clan? In the realm of selecting Dao companions, the Heavenly Emperor's heir had surpassed the Emperor himself by tenfold!

Ye Chen, fully aware that Luo Bingling was far from defenseless, felt neither surprise nor displeasure at her swift retribution. Back on Earth, careless words might warrant a reprimand. However, in the unforgiving cultivation world, such transgressions invariably led to death. Those men had, by their own actions, invited their demise.

"The Immortal Path is fast approaching. You've been touching for quite some time now. Are you weary? Perhaps take a moment to rest!" Luo Bingling stated, her mood significantly improved after the display of power, casting a glance at him with a hint of helplessness. The gem adorning her navel felt almost worn from his constant touch, as if polished smooth.

Ye Chen chuckled. "Fellow Daoist Luo, you are truly the finest creation of the heavens. I would never tire of such a thing. I only wish the Endless Sea were longer..."

Luo Bingling's lips curved into a slight, silent motion. Such outlandish perversity was seldom encountered, even among the diverse myriad races. However, upon entering the Immortal Path, formidable challengers awaited—and in great numbers. He would soon be far too occupied with battle to indulge his touching; let him relish this moment. It had been nearly a month and a half already. It wasn't a significant matter.

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Another day elapsed. They arrived before a colossal immortal city, its scale immense and its grandeur breathtaking. Stringent regulations were enforced: no flying was permitted for those below the Saint level. They disembarked from their chariot at the main gate, stowed it away, and proceeded on foot into the city. Their entrance immediately drew a multitude of gazes.

Some cultivators, who had initially harbored thoughts of challenging Ye Chen, promptly withdrew after a single glance. Potent figures radiated intense killing intent, yet they exercised restraint, sensing the powerful auras that accompanied Ye Chen. Despite the numerous eyes upon them, no overt actions were taken.

Ye Chen, entirely unperturbed, surveyed the assembled crowd, his spirits high. The city, simply known as Immortal City, served as the gateway to the Immortal Path, located at its very center. When the Heavenly Emperor had annihilated the Jianmu Tree, its divine fragments, taking root, had coalesced to form a unique and wondrous world.

This world subsequently evolved into nine distinct realms, collectively referred to as the Nine Realms. Strict regulations governed entry: cultivators from lower realms could progress freely.

A cultivator at the First Heaven stage could enter the first, second, or even the third realm—or, if they possessed sufficient audacity, ascend directly to the very end. However, cultivators from higher realms were prohibited from retreating. A cultivator at the Second Heaven stage, for instance, could not enter the first realm. Progression was strictly one-way.

Ye Chen, lost in contemplation, reached the city's central area. A colossal, ancient teleportation array hovered ominously in the void. Stepping onto this array would transport one directly into the Immortal Path.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, let us proceed! News regarding the relics within the second realm has somehow been leaked. Numerous prodigies have already converged there. If we delay, they might claim them before we arrive," Luo Bingling urged, exhaling in a relieved manner.

They had finally arrived.

Ye Chen took his time, his gaze sweeping through the assembled throng. He discerned no countenances he recognized, nor any of the individuals who had dared to assault his Master or pursue his Senior Brother. These adversaries were either treading the Immortal Path elsewhere or had retreated into obscurity.

"Is no one going to impede me?" he bellowed, his voice reverberating throughout the vast plaza. A palpable shift rippled across the faces of the onlookers. It was common knowledge that during his own seclusion, certain prodigies from the Central Continent had targeted his trusted companions. The scion of the Heavenly Emperor had arrived, his presence signaling an impending reckoning for revenge!