Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 693: So What?

After clearing the throng once more, the system chimed notifications, indicating three or four additional female cultivators within the two-to-three-thousand range. Anything less than two thousand was now automatically excluded. To the present-day Ye Chen, numbers below two thousand held little appeal.

"Aren't you going to dismount?" he inquired, idly twirling the gemstone accessory adorning Luo Bingling's navel. "I'm on the verge of a fight to the death with the Holy Prince. Be cautious, or the myriad races might just revoke your bloodline."

Luo Bingling cast a glance around at his words. It was undeniably true. An multitude of cultivators from the myriad races were fixing her with looks of unconcealed displeasure. She was, after all, a princess of the esteemed War God Clan, possessing one of the foremost bloodlines among the myriad races, and boasting countles admirers.

Yet here she was, eagerly attached to a human's side, allowing him to playfully manipulate her waist—and now her navel ornament—in full view of the world. This occurred while that very human was poised to engage in a duel with their Holy Prince. A significant number among the myriad races felt profound humiliation and seethed with indignation due to this situation.

Nevertheless, Luo Bingling simply swept a gaze of disdain over the assembled masses and lifted her chin with pride. "A collection of failures, nothing more!"

Then, as if a sudden realization struck her, she turned towards Ye Chen and spoke utilizing the most tender, love-struck tone she could muster. "What concern have I for the myriad races? You are the man whom I, Luo Bingling, have selected. Let alone a single Holy Prince—even if you wished to make an adversary of the entire cultivation world, I would stand resolutely by your side!"

Ye Chen's lips twitched the instant the words reached him. There was truly no necessity for that! Why on earth would he provoke a quarrel with the entire world simply because he had nothing better occupying his time? And compelling those saccharine declarations from this little succubus must have demanded monumental effort. He could feel goosebumps prickling across the smooth, firm skin of her waist beneath his hand.

Still, in the presence of so many onlookers, Ye Chen decided to bestow upon her the courtesy of face. Particularly given that half the males from the myriad races appeared ready to erupt in fury, he gently uplifted her chin with a fingertip and bestowed a light kiss upon her lips.

"I comprehend the sentiments of your heart, and I am genuinely moved. However, this is my confrontation. Do not become involved."

Luo Bingling had long since experienced all there was to sample; a minor kiss held no significant meaning for her now. Perceiving the resolute determination in Ye Chen's eyes, she offered a nod. Yet, she still added with gravity, "Should anyone else intrude upon this conflict midway, I shall enter the fray without the slightest hesitation." She appeared to be treating this entire showdown as a quest to enhance favorability.

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Ye Chen merely offered a smile. Following Luo Bingling's descent, he ascended gracefully into the air. The bronze chariot dematerialized beneath him as he propelled himself toward the celestial battlefield.

Yao Yuekong's expression grew somber. "Back when Ye Chen engaged us, he never even departed his chariot. It appears the Holy Prince is indeed powerful enough to provoke apprehension in the Heavenly Emperor heir…"

Beside him, however, Yao Yuezhi exhibited no inclination for conversation with her brother. She maintained that same bashful, timid demeanor, her cheeks faintly tinged with color. Yet, beneath those willow-leaf brows, her exquisite eyes were quietly observing Luo Bingling. They sparkled with vibrant thoughts, contemplating some undisclosed stratagem…

Yao Yuekong spoke, but his sister remained entirely unresponsive. He turned his gaze toward her. Her cheeks were still flushed a delicate pink. He couldn't help but admire her performing capabilities. Notwithstanding, he lowered his voice and persisted. "Little sister, you witnessed it yourself. Even if Ye Chen is willing to share the Secret of Stasis and face the future ire of the Celestial Prince for your sake. That man is surrounded by an excessive number of women. He is utterly consumed by them. Just now, I observed his gaze lingering upon every renowned female prodigy in the crowd. He is truly not a suitable match for you."

Yao Yuezhi's lips curved into a subtle, playful smile. "And so what? Only the strong are worthy of beautiful women. The more powerful the man, the more he ought to possess. Brother, what intrigues me at this moment is why Luo Bingling is clinging to Ye Chen in such a manner. If she had genuinely fallen in love, given the War God Clan's disposition, she would have offered herself long ago.

"If she holds no affection, then why remain by his side for years, permitting him to embrace her waist and kiss her at his whim? Thus, I surmise… Luo Bingling harbors ulterior motives concerning Ye Chen. And what does the War God Clan hold in the highest regard? The pace of their cultivation. Therefore, tell me—could the War God Clan's Dao Cauldron reside within Ye Chen's possession?"

Yao Yuezhi possessed an intimate understanding of Luo Bingling; she recognized the princess as an uncompromising figure among the myriad races, one who regarded other races with the same condescension humans might reserve for canines. Yet now, she was allowing Ye Chen to plant kisses upon her in public? Something was most certainly amiss.

Yao Yuekong stood frozen, a wave of disbelief washing over her. Could it be true? The Dao Cauldron was also in Ye Chen's grasp?

Recalling the incredible effects of the Dao Cauldron and then observing Ye Chen's current, astonishingly powerful cultivation base, Yao Yuezhi's eyes ignited with an even more brilliant spark, her curiosity flaring intensely within her...

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Among those witnessing the spectacle, the crowd had initially been thrown into disarray by Ye Chen's nonchalant kiss right before the confrontation. The human faction erupted in elation, while the myriad races ground their teeth in fury. But as the shock from the kiss subsided, the observers collectively noticed the dramatic shift in Ye Chen's aura, sending waves of clamor through the assembled vessels.

The Heavenly Emperor's heir had already ascended to the late stage of the Second Heaven within the Mahayana Realm! This transformation had occurred in merely a few short years! How could the Heir's rate of advancement be so outrageously fast? His innate talent was truly beyond monstrous!

An even more potent killing intent ignited within Prince Lu Ya's gaze. The Little Peacock King fixed his stare upon Ye Chen, recalling how this man had audaciously harbored desires for his aunt. His eyes narrowed, his body tensing like a majestic peacock preparing to unfurl its lethal plumage...

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