Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 692: Yao Yuezhi
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A multitude of heavenly geniuses had converged. Aboard numerous colossal ships, small groups of two or three were observed enjoying tea and wine as they awaited the arrival of Ye Chen.
Prince Lu Ya and the Little Peacock King found themselves at the focal point of admiring throngs. Both were peak existences amidst the vast array of races, and neither was definitively inferior to the Holy Prince. Should Ye Chen, against all probabilities, manage to defy the heavens and defeat the Holy Prince, they fully intended to intervene without hesitation.
Golden hair streaming in the wind, Prince Lu Ya directed his gaze towards the Great Yan Continent, a fiery killing intent blazing within his eyes. Ye Chen had deeply wronged his younger sister. For several nights, she had suffered in seclusion, grinding her teeth in frustration at the mere mention of Ye Chen's name. Fortunately, her unique constitution had shielded her from any genuine harm.
Furthermore, Lu Ya harbored a strong suspicion that the newly emerged Fusang Divine Tree was currently in Ye Chen's possession. The Heavenly Emperor, he believed, had been of unparalleled wickedness and cunning, undoubtedly having laid numerous contingencies for his descendant.
If the divine tree indeed rested in Ye Chen's grasp, Lu Ya felt compelled to seize it. For the Golden Crow clan, the Fusang Divine Tree was of immeasurable value. Its acquisition would enable him to draw upon its divine power, potentially elevating his innate talent to an even higher echelon. Thus, if the Holy Prince faltered, Lu Ya was prepared to personally enter the fray.
As these considerations occupied his thoughts, a bronze war chariot majestically thundered across the distant horizon. The two figures seated upon it immediately captured the undivided attention of everyone present in the Endless Sea.
The foremost of these, naturally, was the true heir of the Heavenly Emperor. His presence was unmatched, and his remarkably handsome visage betrayed no hint of apprehension in the face of an impending life-or-death confrontation. Instead, he exuded an aura of positive delight. His arm was carelessly draped around the delicate waist of the War God Clan's princess, Luo Bingling, who stood serenely beside him.
Luo Bingling's violet tresses danced in the wind, her battle spirit surging like an untamed storm, prompting onlookers to sigh in admiration—how could the world possibly produce such a fiercely magnificent woman?
The Heavenly Emperor's heir had finally made his appearance. A profound silence descended upon the entire battlefield, every single eye fixated upon Ye Chen. Even the Holy Prince, who had been engrossed in meditation beneath the ancient stone stele, slowly raised his eyelids and gracefully rose to his feet. He did not withdraw the tablet; it continued to hover ominously above his head. It was evident to all that the stele, inscribed with the Stasis Secret, was far more than a mere inheritance—it pulsed with a formidable and terrifying power.
Ye Chen's gaze initially settled upon the Holy Prince. Merely by standing, the monkey's sheer physical presence caused the very void around him to distort.
Ye Chen's eyes gleamed with interest. Subsequently, he noticed the stele, which further elevated his mood. Casting his gaze across the assembled multitudes, he effortlessly identified the Little Peacock King and Prince Lu Ya, both enveloped by a circle of fawning admirers.
The curve of his smile widened. And when his eyes met an old acquaintance—Yao Yuekong—a glint of genuine pleasure briefly appeared.
Naturally, this delight had no connection to Yao Yuekong himself. That individual had once been an adversary; his survival thus far was already a stroke of good fortune. He did not warrant a smile. What genuinely exhilarated Ye Chen was the female cultivator positioned beside Yao Yuekong.
Possessing an elegance akin to a jade willow, delicate and refined, her exquisite features and gently curved brows were captivating. Her figure was not excessively voluptuous, yet when considering the proportion of her slender waist, she was more than comely.
Of course, Ye Chen was not the type to dwell on such superficial attributes. What truly held significance was the system notification that chimed within his mind.
[Ding! Matched Gift Target Detected!]
[Yao Yuezhi: 5,000x!]
Five thousand times. And judging solely by her name, she was unmistakably Yao Yuekong's younger sister. To be candid, this multiplier had even surprised Ye Chen. He had consistently presumed that the upper limit for a Heavenly Demon Body was approximately four thousand times.
Yet, Yao Yuezhi had actually achieved a five thousand multiplier. She now surpassed both Lan Nuo and his own fiancée, firmly establishing herself as the undisputed number one below Yan Qingcheng. What was even more advantageous—her cultivation had ascended to the absolute zenith of the Third Heaven.
Ye Chen had already been contemplating to whom he should bestow the Stasis Secret once he acquired it. The Nine Secrets were treasures of incalculable value, almost guaranteeing substantial returns.
Achieving a breakthrough from the Third Heaven to the Fourth necessitated a profound comprehension of the Laws of Time. Presenting it to a woman already at the peak of the Third Heaven would unequivocally yield far richer feedback. It was a case of exceptionally opportune timing.
Yao Yuezhi clearly perceived his scrutinizing gaze. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment. Her lovely countenance instantly flushed a deep crimson, and she lowered her head, averting her gaze from him.
A broader grin spread across Ye Chen's face. He was uncertain whether she possessed a playful nature or was simply guileless. Yet, with a profit margin of five thousandfold, his curiosity was piqued to discover the truth – in its entirety. His attention then drifted, and he cast another look towards Yao Yuekong. Yao Yuekong's gaze met his, his expression a mixture of emotions. While he had indeed managed to preserve his life, Ye Chen's infamous notoriety had unfortunately led to him being perceived as a coward who betrayed his kin. Even the esteemed Little Peacock King had taunted him relentlessly. Holding his head high had become a struggle in recent days. Nevertheless, as their eyes connected, Yao Yuekong mustered a strained smile and offered a slight nod from a distance. Ye Chen promptly reciprocated with a genial and amiable smile, returning the gesture with a nod. Yao Yuekong felt an overwhelming sense of flattery in that instant. However, the very next moment brought a realization, causing him to turn and observe his sister. Witnessing her bashfully conceal her blushing countenance, the edge of his mouth spasmed erratically. He suddenly found himself disinclined to utter another word.