Immortality Starts With Investment

Seeing Ye Chen offer a jade box upon learning of her injury, Fan Qinghe smiled. Clearly, the Holy Son was giving her a healing treasure. But given his excellence and lofty status, she didn’t want to take anything from him beyond what she needed to absorb, fearing his displeasure.

She shook her head, smiling. ”Thank you, Holy Son, but my injury isn’t serious. It’ll heal in half a year. Your treasure is too precious to waste on this. Please take it back!”

Ye Chen shook his head. ”I don’t care what you think—I care what I think!”

He firmly pressed the jade box into her hands. Stunned by his domineering words, her eyes sparkled like peach blossoms. Even if his sincerity was uncertain, his words warmed her heart. She gave him a playful glance, took the box, and opened it.

Golden divine light burst forth, brimming with life essence. Seeing the golden peach, her mouth gaped as wide as Ye Chen’s, eyes filled with disbelief.

”This… the Sacred Peach Fruit, an immortal root for the body?” Her voice trembled.

Ye Chen smiled faintly. ”A leftover from my inheritance, perfect for healing you.”

Different women, different treatment. For trusted ones like Senior An or his master, he’d openly show his immortal roots, letting them touch if they wished. But with Fan Qinghe, bound by mutual benefit, he concealed them.

Eight immortal roots, if revealed, would make him a target, an enemy of the world. His fake Heavenly Emperor heir identity was a perfect excuse for gifting treasures. The peachs, tied to the War Clan, vanished in the Heavenly Emperor’s era—rumored stolen by him. As his heir, having a few made sense.

Fan Qinghe’s syrupy face flushed with awe, her hands trembling. ”This is too precious, too wasteful! One peach can heal irreparable bodily damage instantly. My minor injury doesn’t deserve it! Holy Son, please take it back!”

She was genuinely moved. An immortal root fruit was priceless; cultivators lucky enough to get one would hoard it as a trump card. Yet Ye Chen offered it for her minor injury, showing true care. But he ignored her refusal. With a wave, the peach floated up. A flick of his finger peeled its golden skin, revealing tender, juicy flesh.

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”The skin’s off—it won’t keep. Eat it, or it’s wasted!”

He smiled gently, offering the flesh. This moved her further. He truly wanted her to eat it, just like when he gifted her Enlightenment Tea leaves. She took it delicately, savoring every drop.

When Ye Chen moved to toss the golden skin, her eyes widened in horror. ”Holy Son, what are you doing?”

He blinked. ”Throwing the skin away.”

He disliked fruit skins, always discarding them.

Fan Qinghe stared, appalled at his wastefulness. She snatched the skin, eating it carefully. Noticing juice on his fingers, she licked them clean like a cautious cat. Then she ate the flesh, meticulously cleaning every shred from the pit’s grooves before sighing in relief.

Fan Qinghe didn’t discard the peach pit, examining it closely before asking Ye Chen, ”Holy Son, this pit’s material seems extraordinary, perhaps suitable for crafting a Dao weapon. But the kernel inside likely has special effects. How can I extract it without damaging the pit?”

She perfectly demonstrated how cultivators should handle immortal root fruits, making Ye Chen feel guilty for his past wastefulness. Having so many, he hadn’t valued them.

Now, Fan Qinghe’s barely visible pores exuded a subtle, misty essence. Her once-pale face glowed with vitality, her whole being radiant. Her minor injuries had vanished, as Ye Chen expected. But his thoughts lingered on how she ate the peach—ordinary yet utterly captivating. Her precision in cleaning the pit’s intricate grooves was remarkable, sparking his imagination and stirring his fire. Still, with business at hand, he set aside such thoughts.

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After consuming it all, Fan Qinghe felt better than ever. Not only were her injuries healed, but her physique advanced. Her eyes, gazing at Ye Chen, held only gratitude and joy, free of prior worries.

Before, absorbing his Yin-Yang Qi now would’ve been inefficient—she’d only retain 70% of ten parts. Plus, her incomplete cultivation would consume most of it to advance her realm, leaving little for her transformation.

This could result in an imperfect or failed second nirvana, wasting the chance. Her other concern was Ye Chen’s unclear ties with Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden Yi Qingwu.

Though confident in her allure, believing no man could resist her, Yi Qingwu, the top female immortal, was equally captivating. Ye Chen’s failure to win her, splitting Heavenly Intention Holy Son in rage, made Fan Qinghe fear he’d shifted affections, perhaps no longer as devoted.

But the peach dispelled her doubts. His care was undeniable—how could he reject her for another? Such a Ye Chen was forever trustworthy. Even if he wanted her now, she wouldn’t resist. Though a Heavenly Emperor’s heir, he was merely an inheritor, not a shameless freeloader like the Emperor himself.

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Fan Qinghe gazed at him, eyes brimming with affection. ”Holy Son, you cultivate too fast. I can’t keep up! Could you wait a few years? I’ll strive hard, not delaying you long!”

She expected his agreement. But Ye Chen shook his head firmly. ”No!”

Her eyes widened in shock…