Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 659: The Little Demoness Arrives!

Though Yellow Spring Water held value, it paled in comparison to the Dao Cauldron. With the current Immortal Path being the final one, and the inevitable decline of the cultivation world making breakthroughs nearly impossible, the significance of Yellow Spring Water was diminishing. It was wiser to use it to secure Ye Chen's favor, with the ultimate goal of obtaining the Dao Cauldron.

Luo Bingling shot him a look laced with irritation. He dared to take liberties, lacking the Dao Cauldron, this scoundrel! His change of attitude was swift and startling.

Once she possessed the Dao Cauldron and her cultivation ascended, she vowed to show him a true shift in power. As a princess of the War God Clan, she had never bowed to anyone. Being snubbed and forced into seeking favor ignited her fury.

However, she concealed her emotions. The Yellow Spring Water remained unmentioned for now. It would need to be dispatched from her clan after their departure from the Immortal Path. Mere words would be insufficient. Awaiting its arrival from her clan to present to Ye Chen would undoubtedly astound him, effectively erasing any lingering awkwardness from the past.

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They arrived at the teleportation arrays of the second realm. One led out of the Immortal Path, while the other ascended to the next layer. Ye Chen had no desire to venture further. Chasing Alkaid Holy Son to the third realm was not worth his time. He chose to depart immediately.

Shortly after, he and Luo Bingling reappeared in Immortal City, which was abuzz with cultivators, all astonished to see Ye Chen. Word of his incredible feats within the Immortal Path had already spread—one individual against twelve, three had fled, eight had perished, and only Yao Yuekong managed to survive by sacrificing his sister.

Such an accomplishment by a cultivator at the First Heaven stage was more terrifying than anticipated. All gazes turned toward Ye Chen with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Yet, a undercurrent of killing intent simmered beneath the surface. As he and Luo Bingling exited the city, the surrounding void abruptly sealed.

High above, a man adorned in golden robes fixed his glare upon them, his Saint-level aura radiating palpable murderous intent. Accompanying him was a strikingly beautiful woman. On the opposite side stood a middle-aged man possessing a formidable physique, his presence emanating a chilling aura of purple blood qi.

Even more formidable figures materialized beyond the city's confines, each emanating a might at least at the Saint level, all directing their killing intent towards Ye Chen. The temperature of the void plummeted, the oppressive pressure nearly forcing cultivators in the distance to their knees. Exclamations of disbelief rippled through the crowd.

"Is that not the current Emperor of the Feather Transformation Dynasty? And his empress!"

"Could that be a Saint King with the Firmament Overlord Body?"

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

"It's over. The heir of the Heavenly Emperor has exited the city, and the void is sealed—he cannot possibly escape back!"

"…"

Upon recognizing the formidable newcomers, the assembled crowd gasped collectively. All eyes swiveled towards Ye Chen. It was clear they were targeting him, their animosity stemming from the prodigies he had vanquished. Outside the protective embrace of Immortal City, his survival seemed precarious.

Intensifying Saint-level auras washed over the area, unsettling everyone present.

Luo Bingling's brow furrowed, caught off guard by this turn of events. Ye Chen, however, remained unperturbed, lounging casually on his chariot with his legs crossed, idly rubbing a gem. A mere handful of Saints and Saint Kings? He could simply retreat to his internal world and wait them out, or perhaps let them enter and face their demise.

Should some prove cunning and choose to guard the entrance? It mattered little. His internal world possessed inexhaustible resources and the Dao Cauldron—ensuring his cultivation would proceed without interruption. A few decades of secluded cultivation, and he would attain the ninth-tier of Mahayana, inching closer to Quasi-Immortalhood.

His gaze briefly met that of the Feather Transformation King's Dao companion, the mother of the Feather Transformation Divine Body—exquisitely beautiful and still possessing a radiant allure. However, she lacked the critical hit factor. His stare drew their attention, and given his notoriety, their killing intent flared.

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The sudden surge of killing intent sent shockwaves through the onlookers. Numerous cultivators from the Central Continent watched this unfolding spectacle. Feng Baiyu materialized before Ye Chen, accompanied by three others: two Saints and a Saint King. Despite being outnumbered and outmatched in power, they maintained an air of calm composure.

Feng Baiyu posed a cool question, "Unable to accept defeat, so the elders come for the young?"

The Feather Transformation King offered no response, his gaze fixed solely on Ye Chen. The might of Heavenly Evolution's forces proved insufficient to deter their resolve.

The elder representing the Firmament Overlord Body lineage, a relative of Ba Wang, exuded the most imposing presence. Without uttering a single word, he raised a hand. His terrifying divine form engulfed the heavens, vastly exceeding Ba Wang's own power.

Ye Chen's brow lifted slightly, preparing to instruct his Holy Master to withdraw. He possessed his own hidden trump cards—there was no need for bloodshed. But just then, the very fabric of the battlefield shifted. Several terrifying auras descended from above. Figures with purple hair and vertical pupils appeared, radiating an awe-inspiring presence.

Ye Chen cast a surprised glance at Luo Bingling.

A smirk touched her lips. She had been in communication with the elders of her War God Clan. In their need for the Dao Cauldron, they could not permit Ye Chen to perish. Forcing him to relinquish it before his death? Utterly impossible. Below the Quasi-Immortal realm, no one could wield immortal artifacts. Ye Chen was incapable of carrying it.

Thus, the War God Clan intervened—offering a life-saving intervention, which would undoubtedly earn immense gratitude. Their arrival caused the Feather Transformation King and the others to knit their brows, yet they did not retreat, still holding the numerical superiority.

Then, another formidable aura made its presence known, accompanied by a surge of dark underworld Qi.

Yet another Saint King had appeared, sending the onlookers into a frenzy.

Ye Chen watched in astonishment as a figure adorned in white, her feet bare, gracefully glided towards the grand chariot.

"Senior Brother, it has been quite some time…"

Observing those familiar feet, a smile touched Ye Chen's lips. It could only be the Little Demoness!

Su Yuxuan arrived with remarkable speed and boarded the chariot without a second thought. However, the space was undeniably cramped, leaving no room to spare. She cast a questioning glance at Luo Bingling.

Luo Bingling returned the look with a frown, remaining resolutely in place, her mood soured. She mused that without Su Yuxuan's presence, her own contribution would have garnered even greater favor. Now, that significance was diminished.

Sensing the palpable hostility, Su Yuxuan offered a smile before proceeding to sit facing Ye Chen, positioning herself across his lap and gently guiding both of his hands to her waist…