Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1080: 1055: Truly an Immortal

Guan Yu gazed at Ye Chen in astonishment, exclaiming, "Is this truly the Immortal Ye who rendered aid at Changban Slope, carving a path seven times over to rescue the young master Ah-Dou?"

Zhao Yun offered a nod, answering, "It is indeed him."

Watching Ye Chen, Guan Yu found himself genuinely bewildered. Ye Chen's choice of attire was quite peculiar, particularly that vibrant yellow robe. It was common knowledge that in this era, the right to don yellow was reserved exclusively for the Emperor. Between Ye Chen’s refined presence and the metallic beast he rode, he carried the aura of a true deity. It was no mystery why Guan Yu, a man who took pride in his formidable prowess, had struggled against Ye Chen; he was pitted against a man of legend.

"Pray, lead the way," Guan Yu requested, his voice laced with excitement.

Seeing that Ye Chen was a guest, the nearby soldiers retreated. Zhao Yun took the lead, gesturing forward, "Immortal Ye, please, this way."

"Last time at Changban, you delivered both my fourth brother and our young lord from certain death. Please allow me to offer you the proper hospitality," Guan Yu remarked, his face flushing with sincerity. The Guan Yu of reality mirrored the legends of old, possessing a loyalty that touched the skies. Having mistaken Ye Chen for an adversary just moments prior, he was overcome with remorse. Without the intervention of the Immortal, the lives of Zhao Yun and the infant lord would surely have been forfeit, making Guan Yu all the more desperate to show his gratitude.

As they escorted Ye Chen further, he observed the state of the Shu forces and offered a rueful smile. The soldiers were subsisting on nothing but grass roots; what could they possibly possess worthy of a proper feast? Ye Chen recalled the historical records of this desperate retreat, watching Cao Cao’s 200,000 troops hound the fleeing Shu army until they were in a state of utter ruin. Observing the men forced to consume tree bark and wilting leaves, he felt a sting of pity. These warriors were, in truth, little older than he was. Ye Chen smiled kindly and said, "Allow me to provide a meal for everyone."

Zhao Yun and Guan Yu brought Ye Chen to a halt before the primary tent as he unlatched his delivery trunk. Within lay a supply of steaming meat buns. As the scent wafted through the air, their mouths watered instantly. Having been pursued relentlessly by Cao Cao’s forces, they had been denied a real meal for days. Liu Bei, in his characteristic benevolence, had funneled every edible resource to his men, leaving his generals perpetually hungry. Now, the overwhelming aroma of the meat buns forced their stomachs to growl in protest, leaving their faces burning with embarrassed discomfort at such a loss of composure. Suddenly, a realization struck Zhao Yun. "Brother Ye, you once mentioned your calling was a food deliveryman. I was so famished earlier that I whispered a plea for help in my heart; I never imagined you would manifest in response."

Ye Chen offered a soft smile, "Indeed, I heard your call and came as quickly as I could." He began pulling the meat buns and other provisions from the box. "Everyone, come forward and have a bite. It is not much, but perhaps it will offer some relief."

The entire encampment erupted in a frenzy at the announcement of food. "By the heavens, rumor says an immortal has descended to bring us sustenance!" "It must be that Lord Liu’s virtue is so vast it drew the favor of the heavens to feed us!" "Look at the purity of these white buns, the scent is divine!" "And this rice—I have never laid eyes on grains so fragrant." "To consume such delicacies, I would die in battle today with no regrets." The fervor was absolute.

During the chaos of the Three Kingdoms, such refined white flour and rice were luxuries beyond these soldiers' wildest dreams. As the provisions were laid out, the scent permeated the very fabric of the tent. At that moment, a middle-aged man with a modest countenance emerged from the tent. He was dressed in simple hemp robes and grass sandals, yet he carried an air of immense gravity as he cradled an infant in his arms. Beside the Immortal, Guan Yu and Zhao Yun bowed low. "Greetings, my lord."

Recognizing the man by his distinctive features and the reverence paid by his generals, Ye Chen knew he stood before Liu Bei. Liu Bei, stunned by the heavenly aroma, approached and asked Zhao Yun, "Who is this individual?" Zhao Yun replied in haste, "My lord, this is the immortal I spoke of previously."

"An immortal?" Liu Bei gazed at Ye Chen in awe, his own appetite piqued by the food. When Zhao Yun had first told his tale, Liu Bei had quietly suspected his general was simply delirious from hunger, yet the sight before him proved the impossible to be true. Liu Bei bowed deeply. "I am Liu Bei, and I offer my respects to the Immortal."

Ye Chen waived aside the formality. "Uncle Liu, there is no need for such ceremony." Liu Bei shook his head, holding his ground. "The Immortal saved my fourth brother and my lineage; this tribute is but a small token." As he watched Ye Chen, a thought occurred to him—the desire to enlist such a man. He was desperate for allies, and with an immortal at his side, the prospect of unifying the land would be secured. However, he balanced this against the reality that a man of Ye Chen’s stature would be impossible to command.

Ye Chen remained wary; he knew Liu Bei was a shrewd mastermind of the era, nursing grand ambitions that made him a man one must keep at arm’s length. Friendships with stalwart warriors like Guan Yu and Zhao Yun were honorable and direct, but engaging with a king in the making required caution, lest one fall into the machinations of his political game. Just then, another figure emerged—a man in crisp white robes, clutching a feather fan, eyes shimmering with an intellect that betrayed a supernatural insight. "What a marvelous fragrance."

Ye Chen knew instantly this was the legendary strategist, Zhuge Liang. The day’s events had brought him face to face with the pantheon of Shu’s greatest leaders. Zhuge Liang studied Ye Chen, but as the moments passed, his expression shifted into one of profound shock. He seemed to have glimpsed a hidden mystery that unsettled him. Ye Chen felt perplexed by the fixation of the great strategist. "Military Advisor, allow me to introduce you. This is Immortal Ye, who provided the sustenance and saved us from the blockade," Zhao Yun explained, noticing his advisor's hesitation. Zhuge Liang remained visibly trembling. Unlike the others, he was a master of the Eight Trigrams and possessed the ability to discern fate through one's features. Yet, upon looking at Ye Chen, he found a void—a man without a strand of destiny connected to the heavens. It could only mean one thing: Ye Chen was an entity that existed entirely beyond the reach of their world’s laws. Any doubt had vanished; the myths were real. Immortals truly existed.