ISWI Chapter 493-495

Chapter 493: Let's Fight!

Facing his resolute fiancée, Ye Chen couldn't hide his grin. Adorable, tempting… But he wasn't that kind of guy. The two immortal roots exceeded expectations—he was thrilled.

Looking at Yi Qingwu, he said, "Holy Maiden, don't overthink. I only care about you, with no intent to ruin your bond with your fiancé. Please hurry back and save your grandmother." His sincerity was palpable.

Yi Qingwu's heart surged with warmth. Heavenly Intention Holy Son claimed to love her but devoured her father without hesitation. Ye Chen only cared about her grandmother. The difference was stark.

Though her grandmother's condition was urgent, it wasn't immediate. Yi Qingwu hadn't planned to entangle with Ye Chen today—without Heavenly Intention Holy Son present, her interest waned. But now, she couldn't resist.

Her eyes locked on Ye Chen, brimming with killing intent. "You've humiliated me and injured my fiancé. Coming to Great Shang Immortal City, with so many witnesses, if I take your gift and leave, they'll think I'm loose, entangled with you, and call me shameless. I can endure slander, but if it taints my fiancé's name, how can I face him? So, despite your gift, I must kill you to prove my honor, even if it means repaying kindness with enmity."

Ye Chen's lips twitched—she was offering herself again? Her multiplier was insane, yielding two immortal roots in one critical hit. A true treasure mine. He couldn't bear to lose her. Physical pleasures were nice, but a high-multiplier critical hit was far more thrilling.

He wanted to say more, but the eavesdropping crowd below grew excited, some nearly clapping for the Holy Maiden. She was fierce—taking the gift and still planning to kill him. The Fourth Holy Son was about to lose big.

But Ye Chen's helpless voice rang out, "Holy Maiden, you can't beat me. Listen, just go."

The crowd sobered. Right—she might not defeat him.

Yet Yi Qingwu's voice restored their confidence. "My fiancé taught me the Movement Secret, granting unmatched speed, making me untouchable. After your talisman, I took the eighth-grade Primordial Thunder God-Slaying Formation from Heavenly Intention's treasury. Once activated, divine lightning destroys all. Even with your Kun Peng Treasure Technique, you can't escape. Unless a Mahayana cultivator intervenes, no one can break it. This time, you're doomed!"

The crowd felt assured—victory seemed certain.

The Movement Secret, one of the Nine Secrets, was terrifyingly renowned. Heavenly Intention Holy Son, Ying Tiansheng, used it to instantly kill Hua Yunfei's avatar, proving its might. With it, even against Ye Chen's Kun Peng Treasure Technique, Yi Qingwu could remain untouchable. Paired with an eighth-grade formation, suppressing the Fourth Holy Son seemed plausible.

The crowd leaned in, eager to hear more.

But the Fourth Holy Son stayed silent for a long moment. Finally, he spoke helplessly, "If that's your wish, let's fight."

The listeners frowned. Despite her intent to repay kindness with death, why did his tone sound… indulgent? Something was off.

…

On the top floor, Ye Chen was indeed exasperated. First Fan Qinghe, now this—why did everyone push him? He wasn't that kind of guy. But the fiancée brought the Movement Secret and a private, Mahayana-proof formation. How could he refuse such enthusiasm? He had to indulge her.

Yi Qingwu glanced around, her slender neck tilting. "Too small here for the formation disk. Outside."

What could Ye Chen do? He followed obediently.

The crowd rushed to the railings, watching them ascend. They were stunned. The Fourth Holy Son actually followed? Was he mad? She was deploying an eighth-grade divine formation, yet he went along. Was his obsession with Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden so extreme he'd risk his life?

Yi Qingwu, seeing him comply, smiled. "Good. For the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, I'll make your death quick." She raised the formation disk, its ancient aura erupting with divine patterns and world-destroying thunder, poised to engulf them.

Ye Chen sensed something, frowning toward a distant spot.

In that far-off void, Ying Tiansheng smirked. Using the Movement Secret, he'd arrived in Great Shang Immortal City before Yi Qingwu but stayed hidden. He'd had doubts. The fiancée had been carved on and had her robe shattered.

Now, with her grandmother ill, Ye Chen offered an Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid—a treasure even he marveled at. Any man would suspect foul play. So, he concealed his aura, observing.

What he saw eased his mind. No affair existed—Ye Chen's feelings were one-sided. Ying didn't mind; the fiancée's excellence made admirers normal. And she'd prepared a formation to kill Ye Chen, reassuring him further.

But now that he was here, no formation was needed. Everyone would die. He burst from the void, radiant with immortal light, chuckling. "Qingwu, recall the formation. Leave the rest to me!" His voice thundered across Great Shang Immortal City.

Yi Qingwu's eyes lit up, brimming with unexpected joy. "Holy Son…"

But the formation disk was already active, unstoppable. In Ying Tiansheng's gaze, his fiancée and Ye Chen were swallowed by the formation's roar.

Chapter 494: Hidden Inheritance?

Watching the fiancée and Ye Chen vanish into the formation, Ying Tiansheng's mood soured. Though Qingwu had the Movement Secret, making her untouchable, and the formation might suppress Ye Chen, their seclusion—unseen by him—irked him, especially knowing Ye Chen coveted her. But his strong will quickly dismissed the concern. Her earlier words proved her loyalty—she'd kill Ye Chen despite his gift.

Before countless onlookers, Ying scanned the void, bellowing, "Hua Yunfei, come fight me!" His voice thundered through every corner of Great Shang Immortal City.

The crowd was stunned. The Fourth Holy Son, Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden, Heavenly Intention Holy Son—and now Hua Yunfei? When had Great Shang seen such a gathering of prodigies?

Soon, a figure with a glowing halo and divine light stepped from the void—Hua Yunfei's unmistakable godwheel. He looked at Ying with surprise. "It's been a while. Your strength has grown—you sensed me!"

Ying sneered. "I didn't. But that cowardly Ye Chen, daring to meet my fiancée, must fear I'd crush him. Of course he'd bring you, his senior brother."

Hua Yunfei smiled, not denying it. "Junior Brother is cautious. With his boundless future, dying to a nobody would be a pity."

"Nobody?" Ying's lips curled coldly, his martial eyes glinting gold as he scanned Hua Yunfei. "This body's far stronger than the one in Central Continent—your true self, huh?"

Hua Yunfei smiled, not denying it. "Please, enlighten me."

Ying snorted, stepping forward with the Movement Secret, his aura overwhelming as he charged. He didn't take Hua Yunfei seriously. In Central Continent, his Devouring Heaven Demon Art's protector had fed him several king bodies and even great power corpses, boosting his cultivation. The art made prodigies mere herbs for him, each top-tier origin fueling massive growth.

Now, he was unimaginably strong. Hua Yunfei was doomed, and Ye Chen would follow. Devouring them would evolve his physique, letting him sweep the Central Continent and all races' prodigies. No one would rival him—just stepping stones for his rise.

Ying's fists shook the city with each strike. Hua Yunfei countered with surging purple qi, wielding top-tier dao and laws, neutralizing the onslaught. But he frowned. It hadn't been long since their last clash, yet Ying's strength had soared, pressuring him.

Hua Yunfei stopped holding back, purple qi spanning thirty thousand miles, unleashing the Battle Secret he'd comprehended. In an instant, they clashed in an earth-shaking duel. Nearby cultivators fled, and even sect powerhouses, initially intending to mediate, paled at the battle's aftershocks and dared not approach.

Great Shang's skies were consumed by purple and gold qi, pulsing with terrifying waves that seemed ready to tear the city apart.

...

Inside the Primordial Thunder God-Slaying Formation, Ye Chen scanned his surroundings, eyes wide with shock. This formation was impressive—spacious, like one-way glass, letting him see outside clearly.

Seeing Heavenly Intention Holy Son fighting Hua Yunfei, Ye Chen felt a pang of guilt. He was cozy in this "private box," while his senior brother was always out fighting for him. He'd make it up to Hua Yunfei with an immortal root fruit later.

Yi Qingwu glanced outside, spotting Heavenly Intention Holy Son. A satisfied smile spread across her breathtaking face. When Ying Tiansheng looked toward the formation, it was as if he could see her actions, fueling her excitement.

Noticing Ye Chen's gaze outward, she sneered coldly, "Think Hua Yunfei can hold off my fiancé, making you my match? Laughable."

Her voice dripped with disdain. "My fiancé has a hidden inheritance, devouring prodigy origins to skyrocket his strength. After killing your Heavenly Evolution Holy Land's king-body elder, his power surged. In Central Continent, who knows how many powerhouses he's slain? His growth is immense. Hua Yunfei barely matched him before—now, he's doomed."

To shake Ye Chen's confidence, she dropped this bombshell. Ye Chen was indeed stunned. Heavenly Intention Holy Son could grow by devouring? What kind of overpowered demonic art was this? Endless potential?

He couldn't help asking, "Whose inheritance is that?"

Yi Qingwu smirked coldly. "How would I know? Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. That'd harm my fiancé!"

Ye Chen gave her a speechless look. So loyal to her fiancé. But her words worried him. He'd heard Heavenly Intention Holy Son killed Little Roc King Zhang Pengfei en route to Central Continent. He'd thought it was just bloodlust, but now it seemed deliberate. If true, how far had Ying Tiansheng grown in the Central Continent?

Ye Chen's concern wasn't for himself—his small world made him untouchable. He worried for Hua Yunfei. Then, realizing it was likely just an avatar, he relaxed. Losing an avatar wasn't a big deal.

Chapter 495: I'm Pissed!

"Ye Chen, worry about yourself!"

Yi Qingwu stood high in the sky, dark hair dancing, a full moon behind her casting endless moonlight, her beauty otherworldly. She raised a delicate hand, wielding twin moons, and with the Movement Secret, her graceful figure shot toward Ye Chen with crushing speed.

Ye Chen stood still, watching. As she neared, he unleashed his Heavy Pupil.

"Heavy Pupils Open Heaven!"

Chaotic qi surged, enveloping her in a pure land. Yi Qingwu's face shifted, pushing the Movement Secret to escape before it closed. But Ye Chen transformed into a Kun Peng, soaring to block her.

The Movement Secret was formidable, but Yi Qingwu's mastery, though talented, paled against Ye Chen's Kun Peng Treasure Technique. He forcibly pressed her back into the pure land, gripping her head.

Her stunning face twisted with pride as she glared. "Using this pure land to trap me—what vile plan is this? My fiancé is outside. He'll kill Hua Yunfei, then you! If you dare touch me, he'll make you beg for death!"

Ye Chen's lips twitched.

You're the one who set up this "private room," okay?

But he didn't argue. The Movement Secret, though incomplete compared to his Kun Peng technique, had unique strengths. Most crucially, it was complete. A broken technique, even with critical feedback, only yielded one complete Battle Secret before.

But gifting a complete Movement Secret could bring unimaginable rewards—perhaps multiple Nine Secrets. Each of these supreme human dao techniques could make a cultivator peerless. Several would be a game-changer.

So, facing the fiancée's theatrics, Ye Chen played along, subduing her effortlessly in the pure land. "Yi Qingwu, you don't want our past soul communions leaking, shaming your fiancé, do you?" He leaned into familiar threats.

To his shock, she didn't comply. Instead, she lifted her chin, sneering. "That's all you've got? Spread it—I don't care. My fiancé loves me to his core; he won't mind. I even showed him the mark you left in my spiritual core. He didn't blame me—he pitied me and gave me the Movement Secret to protect myself."

Ye Chen was stunned. For real? Heavenly Intention Holy Son was that forgiving? He couldn't help but admire the guy. But what was with Yi Qingwu going off-script? This wasn't how the play was supposed to go!

As he frowned, she continued, "My fiancé values my pure, untainted yin body above all. As long as that's intact, he won't blame me!"

Ye Chen: "…"

Was she hinting? Last time, they nearly crossed that line until Heavenly Intention Holy Son broke the formation. If they had, her critical hits might've stopped. Now, with the chance before him, Ye Chen hesitated. She'd just triggered two immortal roots—the highest multiplier yet. Her critical hits were phenomenal. If they became dao partners, future critical hits might be impossible.

Seeing Ye Chen hesitate, Yi Qingwu, though suppressed, smirked proudly. "Scared, huh? Look outside—your senior brother's losing, about to be swept away and killed by my fiancé. You're next. You're doomed, too cowardly to even lash out or spite my fiancé before you die. Release my restraints now, kneel, and beg for mercy. If I'm in a good mood, I might plead with Holy Son to just cripple you, leaving you a mortal for life."

She doubled down, goading him.

Ye Chen glanced at her chattering mouth, a new idea forming. He didn't want to waste her multiplier until a better candidate appeared—she'd bring more surprises. But her provocations were making it hard to stay calm. His temper flared.

He sneered, "Kneel? You're the one kneeling!" His spiritual Qi surged, forcing Yi Qingwu's graceful legs to bend, kneeling before him.

Her face shifted. Kneeling wasn't a cultivation world custom, even for elders or masters. This was her first time, and to Ye Chen. Humiliation flooded her, but a strange thrill mixed in.

"How dare you?" she cursed, her celestial voice like a breeze. "Humiliate me like this, and my fiancé will kill you, tear you apart, send your whole clan to the Soul Refining Prison, never to be reborn!"

Glaring up at him, her defiance only fueled Ye Chen's fire. He smirked. "How dare I? Because I'm pissed!"

She opened her mouth to retort, but he silenced her instantly. Tears of grievance welled up, and she resisted.

Ye Chen, eyes closed, casually tossed out an image stone to hover midair. "Holy Maiden, you don't want your fiancé seeing you like this, do you?"

Her struggling stopped. She glared, reluctantly complying.

Savoring this unprecedented moment, Ye Chen didn't forget the Movement Secret. True to his nature, he said, "Give me the Movement Secret now, and I'll stop."

Instead of relief, Yi Qingwu sneered. "The Movement Secret is my fiancé's trump card. If you get it and use it against him, what then? No matter the humiliation, you'll never…"

Seeing her defiance and apparent enjoyment, Ye Chen sighed, silencing her again. No rush—she brought the Movement Secret to give him. He'd ask after the battle.