Immortality Starts With Investment

An Miaoli wasn’t surprised by Ye Chen’s words. Her graceful figure gently descended to the ground. ”The nether poison is fierce and must be handled with care,” she said. ”Let me help you dispel it…”

Her expression remained unchanged as she spoke, maintaining her usual ethereal and composed demeanor, as natural as ever.

The pavilion sat atop Quiet Wonder Peak, a place off-limits to ordinary elders and disciples. Surrounded by a sea of clouds, it was secluded and shielded from prying eyes—an ideal spot for dispelling the poison.

But just as Ye Chen was about to lie back and let things proceed, the image of his Protector flashed in his mind. He had no interest in being observed during such a moment. Instantly, he sat up as if jolted from a near-death state, his spiritual sense sweeping the void around him. Even after a thorough scan, he found no trace of his Protector.

It wasn’t that the Protector had left. A Unity Realm cultivator, having fused the Qi of Yin and Yang, could create their own domain, existing beyond ordinary perception. If they chose, even standing before a low-level cultivator, they could remain unseen.

Ye Chen activated his Heavy Pupils, scanning the surrounding void once more. This time, he quickly located Elder Mo, who was meditating cross-legged in a pocket of space a thousand miles away, focused on repairing his immortal platform. For nearly a millennium, he had pursued this goal without success.

Sensing Ye Chen’s gaze, Elder Mo opened his weathered eyes, looking at him with mild confusion. He couldn’t help but marvel at the power of the Heavy Pupils. A mere Nascent Soul cultivator shouldn’t be able to detect him in the void, yet Ye Chen had done so. The Heavy Pupils, as a top-tier bloodline Divine Ability, were truly extraordinary.

”Elder Mo, as my Protector, will you be watching me at all times?” Ye Chen sent a transmission.

Elder Mo was momentarily taken aback. He considered playing the part of a diligent Protector and claiming constant vigilance, but after glancing at the stunning female cultivator beside Ye Chen, he understood the intent behind the question. Shaking his head with a wry smile, he transmitted back, ”No. Even as your Protector, I spend most of my time in cultivation. Only if you venture beyond a hundred thousand miles or encounter danger will the mark I placed on you alert me. So, do what you need to do without worry. I’m not watching.”

Elder Mo understood Ye Chen perfectly. A prodigy, full of vigor and surrounded by beauties—what was so surprising about that? Back in his youth, Mo had relished taking on multiple challenges at once. That is, until he met that woman, who brought him crashing down, shattering his immortal platform. After that, he lost all interest in such matters. Shaking his head, Elder Mo tore open the void before him and stepped through, vanishing completely to spare Ye Chen any further worry.

Seeing Elder Mo leave, Ye Chen finally relaxed. Still, he made a mental note to trigger a critical hit for an array that could block a Unity Realm cultivator’s spiritual sense. Otherwise, he’d always be on edge during these ”detoxifications.” Without wasting a moment, he dramatically collapsed again, as if on the verge of death.

An Miaoli was momentarily puzzled by Ye Chen’s sudden use of his Heavy Pupils but didn’t press the issue. She brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, revealing the crystalline earlobe adorned with the Fairy’s Tear. Then, she summoned the top-grade magic tool Ye Chen had gifted her and began activating a secret technique, calmly and diligently starting the detoxification process.

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Ye Chen closed his eyes, savoring the mystique of the secret technique. But soon, he raised an eyebrow. Someone was approaching the peak—it was An Yuyi.

Ye Chen sensed her, and naturally, so did An Miaoli. Yet, her expression didn’t waver as she continued the detoxification with serene focus.

Ye Chen was baffled but stayed still since An Miaoli didn’t react.

When An Yuyi reached the peak, she froze, her eyes widening at the sight of her aunt solemnly tending to Ye Chen’s detoxification.

An Miaoli glanced at her calmly. ”Fellow Daoist Ye is afflicted with nether poison and needs detoxification. Since you’re here, Yuyi, come help me.”

Ye Chen nearly couldn’t stay still. Was Senior An really this composed? Could she act so nonchalantly without a hint of guilt?

An Yuyi, after a brief moment of shock, felt a surge of gratitude in her eyes. She understood now—her aunt was doing this for her, creating an opportunity for her to grow closer to Ye Chen. Wasn’t this exactly what she had always dreamed of?

But… it came at the cost of her aunt’s sacrifice.

Determined not to let her aunt’s efforts go to waste, An Yuyi bit her lip, stepped forward, and suppressed the strange emotions swirling within her. She sat across from An Miaoli, with Ye Chen between them, her small hands fidgeting nervously.

An Miaoli spoke calmly. ”Follow my lead. To detoxify, first circulate the secret technique. Start with one hand…” She continued, explaining step by step. ”Then… and finally…”

Her earnest teaching made An Yuyi momentarily doubt herself. Could Senior Brother Ye actually be suffering from nether poison? But when her aunt had treated the ancestor’s poison before, hadn’t it just involved intense fire to burn it away?

Confused and a bit embarrassed, An Yuyi closed her eyes and followed her aunt’s hands-on guidance, joining in to help refine the poison. She quickly got the hang of it.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen was in a daze, feeling the potency of this ”nether poison” was… truly something else.

The next day, the nether poison was completely eradicated.

Ye Chen bowed respectfully. ”Thank you, Senior An and Yuyi, for your help. I feel much better! I hope you’ll forgive any earlier offenses.”

An Yuyi, too shy to speak, lowered her head like a timid quail.

An Miaoli, calm as ever, maintained her ethereal, fairy-like demeanor. ”No need for formalities, Fellow Daoist Ye. After all, the nether poison you contracted was because of me. It’s my duty to help. Yuyi is my niece, as close as my own flesh and blood, so it’s only natural for her to assist.”

Ye Chen listened, half-understanding, half-confused. But he didn’t dwell on it. The ways of the world had their own logic, and if he couldn’t grasp it, he’d simply enjoy the moment.

After arranging to depart for the Green Cloud Sect with them tomorrow, Ye Chen turned to leave. In his mind, he couldn’t help but savor the sensation of wielding the two treasures in the process of detoxification. Though one was large and the other small, each felt uniquely exquisite—both undeniably supreme treasures.

Once Ye Chen was gone, An Yuyi looked at her aunt with a mix of gratitude and guilt. If it weren’t for her, how could her aunt have done such a thing?

An Miaoli merely smiled gently, saying nothing more. She instructed An Yuyi to pack her things and prepare for departure, then stood in the pavilion, her skirt fluttering, looking like a dreamlike immortal.

As for what had just happened? She had deliberately called Yuyi over. Yuyi had longed for this for so long—how could she, as her aunt, let her niece keep waiting? Ye Chen clearly held back out of consideration for her own stance, so she had resorted to this approach, inviting Yuyi to join in and fulfill her wish. From here, she could guide Yuyi further, step by step, toward greater progress.

For herself, it might have been a bit much. But Yuyi was her late brother’s only child. With her brother gone, who else would look after her if not her aunt? For Yuyi’s sake, what was a little sacrifice? As long as her heart remained true, that was enough.