Immortality Starts With Investment

An Miaoli stared at the three divine trees, questioning reality itself. Ye Chen led her to the Star Pool beneath them. With the remnant soul destroyed, the Enlightenment Tea Tree no longer affected her. She could now sense Ye Chen’s immortal roots up close.

The Enlightenment Tea Tree exuded natural charm. The Laurel Immortal Tree pulsed with serene energy. The Fusang Divine Tree blazed with fierce intensity. Any one of these would shake the cultivation world. Yet, in this small world, all three belonged to Ye Chen.

He smiled. ”Senior An, don’t worry about the immortal root essences. I’m confident I can gather them all!”

Ye Chen was certain. He hadn’t planned to collect every immortal root, but if he did, it’d be easier than imagined. No need for root fragments—top-tier spiritual herbs might trigger the desired effect.

Though the roots came from his system, extracting essence from each and mixing them for Senior An might be recognized as something new, potentially triggering another critical hit.

Even if it didn’t, it wasn’t a big deal. Pushing Senior An’s physique beyond a 5,000-fold multiplier, with her unyielding heart, would yield terrifying feedback. Plus, a 1,000-fold multiplier as a dao companion could shorten his cooldown time. A 5,000-fold one might bring even greater changes, perhaps unexpected benefits.

An Miaoli’s fairy-like brows furrowed. Three immortal roots were astonishing, but gathering twelve was another matter entirely. She gazed at Ye Chen softly. ”Collecting all immortal roots is too difficult. Even if I advance, can I really stop the Seven Extremes Heavenly Maiden from devouring me? I’m just her avatar. No matter how strong I become, I might only be paving the way for her to merge with me.”

Regardless of how the Heavenly Maiden was shattered, as a top being of her realm, her power far surpassed a mere true immortal. Being targeted by such an entity felt hopeless.

An Miaoli remained calm, not despairing, but she didn’t want Ye Chen’s cultivation to suffer by focusing on gathering roots. She knew his true goal should be seizing the chance to ascend on the immortal path, not wasting time on her.

Ye Chen waved it off. ”No need to worry. Whatever happens, I’ll protect you, Senior An. My small world is isolated from the greater one. If trouble comes, stay here, and the Heavenly Maiden won’t touch you. Once I kill her in the future, all threats will vanish.”

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Her beautiful eyes shimmered, her worries easing as her dark hair fluttered. She looked at Ye Chen earnestly. ”With the remnant soul gone, my body has no resistance. I want to follow my heart and give myself to you, Fellow Daoist Ye. Don’t overthink it. You’ve suffered the nether poison because of me for so long. I want to try curing it completely.”

Clearly, An Miaoli thought gathering all immortal roots was impossible and cared little for advancing her Seven Extremes Immortal Body.

Ye Chen smiled, gently pulling her into his arms. ”Leave it all to me.”

She fell silent, seeing his resolve. He genuinely wanted to make her stronger. After some hesitation, she spoke seriously. ”All this has left me confused, even a bit scared. Compared to fighting someone like the Heavenly Maiden, I’d rather live without regrets. If I’m devoured, Yuyi will be so lonely. I want to leave my bloodline to accompany her. So, Fellow Daoist Ye, if we haven’t gathered all the immortal root essences before you ascend, please help me leave a child.”

Her gaze was clear, unshaken, and utterly candid.

Ye Chen was surprised. A child? He’d never considered it. In his past life, most men in his world shunned the idea, and Ye Chen was no exception. Now, with immortality in reach, continuing his bloodline seemed even less important. But with Senior An’s request, how could he refuse?

Seeing her turmoil, Ye Chen gave a gentle smile, nodded, and scooped her up in a princess carry, heading toward the Star Pool. The pool shimmered with endless starlight, crystal clear. Influenced by the nearby immortal roots, the water varied: warm like a hot spring near the Fusang Divine Tree, glowing with golden light; cool like a spring near the Moon Laurel Immortal Tree, cloaked in moonlight. The two roots’ traits made the pool extraordinary.

Ye Chen carried An Miaoli into the water, gently removing all barriers. She didn’t resist—her heart was clear and guiltless.

Soon, the pool rippled. An Miaoli’s cool face lowered, diligently purging Ye Chen’s poison. Before the Enlightenment Tea Tree, Ye Chen’s primordial spirit detoxified too—body and soul working in tandem. The pool’s ripples never ceased.

During the process, Ye Chen presented a gift: a Dao Weapon-grade glove crafted from phoenix tail feathers and celestial silk, perfect for An Miaoli’s current Deity Transformation stage. Deity Transformation used Mysterious Treasures; Unity used Dao Weapons. She wouldn’t refuse his gift, especially one so practical.

Today’s events touched her deeply. She’d offered everything, yet Ye Chen had refused, only wanting her to grow stronger. The glove, made from phoenix feathers and personally crafted by Ye Chen, showed his care. Despite their growing gap since entering the Holy Land, he treated her as he always had. An Miaoli reflected: perhaps this deep affection was why, in her near-despair, her first thought was to have a child with him.

With this, she purged the poison more earnestly. The glove, imbued with phoenix immortal fire, gave Ye Chen a novel sensation. But after a while, An Miaoli felt it wasn’t enough. She looked at him. ”I’ve been in seclusion so long, I miss Yuyi. If you don’t mind, Fellow Daoist Ye, I’d like to call her over to talk.”

Ye Chen’s brow shot up. Call An Yuyi now? Just to talk? But seeing An Miaoli’s candid gaze, he could only agree.