Chương 613: Chapter 612: I Must Remain Widowed for My Fiancé!

Cultivators generally disliked being touched by strangers. The young cultivator, already upset, frowned as someone casually slung an arm around his shoulder. He turned to scold them but froze upon seeing the face, confusion flashing in his eyes. It looked familiar. Then his eyes widened, his shoulder trembling under the grip. The Fourth Holy Son had actually come to Heavenly Intention Immortal City. Recalling his earlier nickname, "Ye the Fourth," his face paled, and he stammered, "Fourth Holy Son…"

Ye Chen shook his head lightly.

"Relax, I liked you calling me Ye the Fourth." The young cultivator's face whitened further. He was doomed! The surrounding cultivators ignored them, even stepping away. The third-generation Star River King Body was petty and vengeful, reveling in newfound power. Provoking him was unwise, and they feared these two loudmouths might drag them into trouble.... Ye Chen, arm still around the young man, wouldn't kill over a nickname. If anyone deserved a beating, it was Yao Gu for starting it.

He was about to chat more with this discerning fellow when divine light flashed above. Several figures descended from the sky, landing at the center of Heavenly Intention Palace. A pavilion of divine stone overlooked the city, reserved for young prodigies from holy lands, great clans, or major sects. Soon, it filled with figures.

"That's Li Chenzhou, Holy Son of North Sea Holy Land, who broke through to Mahayana after the Immortal Path opened!"

"The woman on the right seems to be the Holy Maiden of Purple Twilight Holy Land."

"This generation's top prodigies have all reached Mahayana, while we're still struggling. Truly enviable."

"Our only purpose might be to highlight their brilliance," onlookers murmured, awed yet dejected. Then, a figure stepped through starlight from Heavenly Intention Holy Land's direction. Clad in a star robe, exuding grandeur, his gaze swept arrogantly over all. It was the third-generation Star River King Body. He was invited to the main seat, his Second Heaven Mahayana status commanding respect in a world where strength ruled.

"Half a year, and Brother Wang Teng's aura grows more terrifying," a prodigy said. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

"Only a golden age could produce someone like Brother Wang Teng, born to conquer the Immortal Path."

"I heard you fought a great battle against the Heavenly Demon Body at the Immortal Path's second gate!"

"With your talent, Fairy Yi can't possibly remain unmoved. Congratulations on winning her heart!" The prodigies buzzed with praise. Wang Teng, recalling past slights and now basking in adulation, smiled wider. He waved modestly.

"This generation has many prodigies; I'm nothing special. My only regret is that the Heavenly Emperor's heir vanished after I emerged. I couldn't fight him to avenge my clan's first two Divine Sons. A pity." His star-like eyes scanned the city, as if waiting for someone. Everyone knew who he sought. They, too, anticipated the Heavenly Emperor's heir, eager to see what had befallen him.

The young cultivator under Ye Chen's arm trembled, terrified of being seen with him by the Star River King Body and getting caught in the crossfire. Ye Chen, grinning, looked up, waiting for the King Body to notice him. A commotion erupted in the crowd.

"The First Fairy is here!"

"Heavenly Intention's Holy Maiden has arrived!" Wang Teng's scanning gaze halted, turning toward the distance. A divine chariot approached. As it reached the pavilion, its pearl curtains parted, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face. Though cultivators focused on practice, many gasped, stunned by her beauty. Even the prodigies on the platform were visibly struck. Wang Teng, not originally here for Yi Qingwu, nodded with a satisfied smile. Only such a fairy was worthy to ascend the Immortal Path with him.

Yi Qingwu stepped from the chariot, her white dress shimmering with moonlight, descending like a Moonlight Divine Maiden. The crowd nodded in greeting, and Wang Teng flashed a radiant smile. But Yi Qingwu returned their courtesies with a cool glance, her eyes sweeping the crowd below as if searching for something. Her obvious indifference darkened Wang Teng's expression. He hated being ignored.

The displeasure flickered briefly before he masked it with magnanimity, producing two wooden boxes adorned with intricate gold dragon patterns, clearly extraordinary. Opening them caused a stir. The first held a strand of Law Qi, radiant and brimming with spiritual Qi, containing 108 laws—a supreme treasure for forging an Immortal Platform. The crowd's eyes burned with envy. The second box revealed a golden divine pill, glowing like a star.

Its potent medicinal power flowed like liquid as the box opened, filling Heavenly Intention Palace with a fragrant glow. Even a whiff left ordinary cultivators feeling invigorated, as if ascending to immortality. Though rumored, seeing these treasures sparked awe at Wang Teng's extravagance. Both were priceless for breaking through to Mahayana, rare beyond measure. The crowd envied Yi Qingwu. Beauty brought such gifts. Satisfied with the reaction, Wang Teng smiled at her.

"I've long heard of Fairy Yi's fame. Seeing you today, your reputation is well-earned! These are my gifts to aid your breakthrough to Mahayana." Yi Qingwu, recalling her sect elders' instructions, frowned. His absence weighed on her heart. Turning, she shook her head coldly.

"Thank you, but my fiancé has just died. My heart is ashes; I have no wish to form a bond with anyone. These gifts are too precious—please take them back." Her blunt rejection spared no face, her presence seemingly forced. Such disregard darkened Wang Teng's face further.