Immortality Starts With Investment

Inside the Five Moons Dragon Trap Array, Ye Chen gazed at the moonlight overhead, feeling the array’s isolation of spiritual sense and sound, and nodded in satisfaction. A private room needs good soundproofing for secure dealings.

Lifting his head, he saw Yi Qingwu, her dark hair dancing in the breeze, white dress fluttering, her graceful figure captivating. Ye Chen loved her confident smile, her stunning face almost unreal, a poetic masterpiece. His gaze burned hotter at the stone tablet in her hand. A treasure. With it, he’d possess at least one of the Nine Secrets. It thrilled him.

Seeing her haughty, murderous demeanor, Ye Chen decided to suppress her first to get to business. She was always like this—wild, but requiring a fight to start. As chaotic qi swirled in his Heavy Pupils to subdue her, Yi Qingwu raised a slender hand. ”Don’t rush to your death. You haven’t finished what you started. Once it’s done, I’ll send you on your way and aid my fiancé.”

Ye Chen: ”???”

What?

He didn’t know about any unfinished business. As he pondered, Yi Qingwu’s rainbow-clad primordial spirit, armored like a knight storming a lair, shot toward him. His lips twitched.

This was what she meant? Was she addicted?

It was fun, sure, but business came first. He opened his mouth to refuse.

Her primordial spirit stopped half a meter away, divine light blooming at her brow, opening her core to him, her lively eyes signaling.

Ye Chen: ”???”

What now?

Seeing his confusion, she sneered. ”You humiliated me earlier—forgotten already? The Broad Cold Divine Realm shattered at the last moment. You missed a stroke! Finish it…”

Ye Chen couldn’t hold back.

Was the fiancée really this quirky? Obsessed with a missing stroke?

Utterly absurd. Unable to follow her logic, he didn’t bother arguing. With a flick of his spiritual sense, he added a stroke to the four symbols in her core.

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Satisfied, Yi Qingwu nodded, her primordial spirit returning to her brow. As it did, her haughty voice rang out. ”I am Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden, Holy Son’s fiancée! You humiliate me—there’s a price! Every time must be recorded, my shame and Holy Son’s shame! I’ll make you pay for each one! Not later—now!”

Her primordial spirit settled, and the tablet in her hand surged again, its killing force crashing toward Ye Chen.

Ye Chen raised a hand, unleashing the True Dragon Treasure Technique, forming a dragon mountain to counter the stone tablet. He wasn’t rushing to seize it from Yi Qingwu. Instead, he summoned a palace from his small world. The Moon Palace radiated supreme aura, awe-inspiring.

Ye Chen spoke calmly, ”This Moon Palace is perfect. I once considered keeping it. But it’s most suited for you, Holy Maiden. I wish to gift it to you. Please accept.”

Yi Qingwu’s eyes sparkled at the Moon Palace. Though Ye Chen had promised to return it last time, she’d been skeptical. An Extreme Dao Weapon was unimaginably precious, rare even among Mahayana realm cultivators. Yet, he was returning it at their second meeting. Her gaze toward him shifted.

Ye Chen’s eyes burned with anticipation. A critical hit from gifting the Moon Palace could yield an immortal artifact. Whether he could use it didn’t matter—it’d be thrilling to have, even just to admire in his small world.

But under his fervent gaze, Yi Qingwu shook her head. ”If I take the Moon Palace now, he’d still need it. It’s not the right time. You’re at Deity Transformation; it can help you condense Great Yin Charm. Also, Ye the Fourth, are you trying to tempt and force me? I’m Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden—how could I yield for a mere Moon Palace? Go to hell!”

The tablet surged again, forming multiple giant moons that crashed toward Ye Chen. He frowned, flicking fingers to shatter them, then narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t expected her to refuse the Moon Palace—because Ying Tiansheng still needed it!

What deep grudge did she have against him? Couldn’t they just talk?

Ye Chen sighed. Seeing her resolve, he withdrew the Moon Palace. If he couldn’t gift it, he’d offer something else. Missing an immortal artifact stung, but he adjusted quickly. His storage bracelet always held plenty of gifts for such moments.

After trading a few moves with Yi Qingwu, he chose the perfect gift: a treasure box from Senior Brother, used to store Enlightenment Tea Leaves. The leaves, preserved for a million years, retained their full charm despite time’s touch—a true treasure. Ye Chen had kept the box, waiting for the right moment. With Yi Qingwu’s 2500x multiplier, it was ideal.

With a thought, the box appeared. He filled it with five Enlightenment Tea Leaves and Moon Laurel Tree flowers, stuffing it full.

”The Moon Palace could aid my Great Yin Charm cultivation,” he said. ”Since you won’t take it now, please accept this carefully prepared gift. This box seals spiritual items, preserving their charm for a million years. The contents are just small additions, not the real gift.”

Another gift from Ye Chen?

Yi Qingwu’s curiosity piqued. Taking the box, she noted its extraordinary material and subtle mystique. Seeing the Enlightenment Tea Leaves and Laurel Flowers, her lively eyes widened slightly.