Immortality Starts With Investment

Ye Chen, clearing the sect for his reputation, was unaware of the external uproar. In Heavenly Desire Sect’s grand hall, he sat with the Sect Leader and numerous elders.

The elders, eyes alluring and suggestive, gazed at him eagerly. Given Ye Chen’s reputation, they were thrilled. A top prodigy like him, with robust origins, could bring immense benefits in a single ”discussion.”

Most top prodigies were ascetic, focused on the Dao. Those visiting Heavenly Desire Sect were usually powerhouses with exhausted potential. But the Fourth Holy Son, famed for his love of women, was different. If chosen, they’d soar!

Despite their seductive poses—fiery, demure, mature, youthful, pure, aloof, gentle, every type a man could want—Ye Chen was uninterested. He’d seen over a hundred female cultivators here, yet the system stayed silent. Absurd. He had no intention of indulging.

After polite exchanges and declining elders’ sparring requests, a graceful figure entered. Even among the hall’s enchanting women, her radiance dimmed them all. Her presence captivated everyone.

Her skin, delicate as amber candy under the light, paired with a figure even more striking than the Sect Leader’s, made Ye Chen smile. His target, Heavenly Desire Divine Maiden Fan Qinghe, had arrived.

Simultaneously, his system chimed: ”Recipient Fan Qinghe’s multiplier has changed…”

”Fan Qinghe: 1800x multiplier!”

Ye Chen raised a brow, surprised. She was previously at 1500x. Then he understood—her sect’s direct disciple technique, Heart-Seed Demon Nirvana Scripture.

At Nascent Soul peak, she absorbed all his spirit sense. This wasn’t just appropriation; excess was transformed, enhancing her.

Ye Chen knew this but hadn’t expected a 300x boost. Perhaps he gave too much last time? This was only her first transformation. Each major realm required absorbing and nirvana once. If each added 300x, her potential was limitless. And as his foundation grew, her gains would too. Greater gains meant richer feedback, boosting his foundation, which she’d absorb, amplifying her further… A perfect positive feedback loop.

Fan Qinghe, seeing Ye Chen, showed joy, surprise, and a hint of worry, quickly masked. Her face was slightly pale, her condition poor, adding a pitiable charm to her wild, fiery aura. Yet this didn’t evoke pity—it stoked a cultivator’s primal instincts.

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Fan Qinghe’s long, fan-like eyelashes fluttered as she smiled. ”It’s been a while, Holy Son. Your brilliance outshines before, becoming the Great Yan Continent’s top prodigy in a blink. Truly astonishing!”

Ye Chen laughed. ”Since parting with you, Divine Maiden, I’ve missed you. Seeing you now, you’re even more beautiful.”

Fan Qinghe cautiously glanced at the elders and her master, the Sect Leader, then approached with a radiant smile, her delicate hand intertwining with his. ”Since you’re here, Holy Son, let’s talk in my cave abode.”

Ye Chen agreed, following her. She smiled at her master and elders before drifting away. Some elders pouted, thinking she was hogging him.

Others worried aloud, ”Heavenly Intention Holy Son is at Deity Transformation peak, but our Divine Maiden just reached mid-Deity Transformation. I fear she can’t handle the Fourth Holy Son and might get used.

”The Fourth Holy Son is remarkable. If we didn’t know she completed her first transformation, I’d doubt he had his spirit sense drained. His recovery speed is too fast, surpassing her cultivation.

”I said we shouldn’t have chosen Ye Chen. Anything tied to the Heavenly Emperor is hard to control. The Nirvana Scripture has begun; we can’t switch now. It’s up to her skills.”

The Sect Leader frowned. Normally, protectors, drained and restarting, cultivated slower than the divine maiden, making her wait. But Ye Chen reversed this. The divine maiden hadn’t reached Deity Transformation peak, yet he had. An unprecedented situation. This imbalance could cause issues. Even the seasoned Sect Leader was at a loss. The Fourth Holy Son was too fast!

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In Fan Qinghe’s cave abode, a forbidden area only accessible to select elders and the Sect Leader, Ye Chen and Fan Qinghe sat facing each other. She coughed lightly, her figure trembling dramatically.

Ye Chen frowned. Cultivators rarely fell ill. Was she injured? Would it affect her absorbing his Yin-Yang Qi?

Seeing his genuine concern, Fan Qinghe smiled. ”No need to worry, Holy Son. Your rapid breakthroughs pressured me to keep up. I rushed my mid-Deity Transformation breakthrough, causing backlash in key bodily nodes. It’s not severe. The sect prepared pills; I’ll recover in half a year.”

Her words were true. Ye Chen’s speed pushed her to break through unprepared, causing issues. His arrival deepened her worries. If he broke into Unity without waiting, her path would collapse. She also feared he’d use the wait to demand formal dual cultivation.

For a divine maiden, her body was her final card. If he got it, he might lose interest and leave. Men often craved what they couldn’t have, compliant until they got it, then indifferent. Too many were like that. Fan Qinghe felt conflicted, unable to control Ye Chen, troubled by his speed.

…

Ye Chen smiled. Her injury would indeed affect absorption. Half a year was too long—it had to be now. For him, this was simple. Without hesitation, he produced a jade box and handed it to her…