Immortality Starts With Investment

The quality of Ye Chen’s Yin-Yang Qi was too high, and its transmission speed overwhelmed Fan Qinghe. Still, she wasn’t overly concerned. The Fourth Holy Son’s foundation far surpassed hers. With the channel newly established, the pressure from his abundant Yin-Yang Qi naturally caused a heavy flow. If she endured half a day, the flow should slow, easing the strain. So, Fan Qinghe focused on cultivation. She accelerated her refinement, absorbing and devouring Ye Chen’s Yin-Yang power.

Half a day passed. Fan Qinghe’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her face radiant with joy. Sensing the surging aura within her, she beamed with delight. A breakthrough! She had reached the late Deity Transformation stage!

This was the advantage of the Nirvana Scripture’s Heart Demon Seed. It allowed seamless absorption of a Protector’s hard-earned Yin-Yang Qi, boosting cultivation without risks.

Most Divine Maidens never experienced this. Protectors, drained dry, needed to rebuild their strength. Even the most talented struggled to keep pace with a Divine Maiden’s cultivation speed.

Typically, Divine Maidens waited for their Protectors. Fan Qinghe’s privilege of advancing through her Protector was unique. Having just broken through to mid-stage Deity Transformation, she now reached the late stage. The sensation of her cultivation soaring like the sun was exhilarating. Her breakthrough to the late stage also sped up her ability to refine Yin-Yang Qi.

Now, Fan Qinghe was only worried that Ye Chen’s Yin-Yang power might not suffice. A trace of concern lingered. Breaking through to the late stage had consumed much. Reaching the peak would demand even more. After achieving perfection, how much would remain for Ye Chen?

Fan Qinghe pressed on with her cultivation, carrying this worry. Soon, another half day passed. She rolled her eyes again, exhaling a long, contented breath. Her aura had reached absolute perfection.

The joy in her heart defied description. In just one day, she had attained the peak of Deity Transformation. Her body would no longer convert Yin-Yang Qi into cultivation. All that remained could fuel her Nirvana transformation.

Yet, Fan Qinghe estimated Ye Chen’s rapid flow meant little was left. Perhaps only half a day’s worth remained for refinement. That wouldn’t suffice for a perfect Second Transformation. Though slightly regretful, she wasn’t disappointed. Nothing in the world was ever perfect. With only a decade until the Immortal Path opened, reaching the peak early and advancing to the Unity realm for the ascent was a blessing.

Fan Qinghe remained calm. Sensing her breakthrough, Ye Chen’s surging Yin-Yang power doubled in intensity. This made her refinement strenuous once more. But she wasn’t flustered—her heart leapt with surprise. Ye Chen still had reserves? Could her Second Transformation become even more perfect?

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In the blink of an eye, the second day passed. Ye Chen showed no signs of depletion, his Yin-Yang Qi flowing ceaselessly. Fan Qinghe, exhausted from intense refinement, felt weary but overjoyed. The Holy Son was truly formidable. More was good! The more, the better! She craved abundance.

By the third day, as the undiminished stream of Yin-Yang Qi continued, her initial delight faded, replaced by serious contemplation of Ye Chen’s reserves.

On the fourth day, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes. Four days, and Ye Chen’s supply hadn’t waned? The flow remained relentless. Having studied countless Divine Maiden records, she’d never seen a dual-channel transmission last beyond three days.

Yet Ye Chen persisted for four. Despite consuming vast amounts to boost her cultivation, she was nearly full. The Yin-Yang Qi was nearly enough for a perfect Second Nirvana.

By the fifth day, her once-lively eyes turned white with strain. She was overwhelmed. Surely, Ye Chen was merely squeezing out the last of it. She could endure. For the Nirvana Scripture, perfect Nirvana wasn’t the limit. Her previous absorption of Ye Chen’s spirit sense had far surpassed standard perfection, granting immense growth. So, despite being overwhelmed, she persisted, craving more for future benefits.

By the sixth day, she could barely sit steady. It was too much. Her sea of spirit sense, meridians, and dantian brimmed with Yin-Yang Qi, on the verge of bursting. She spoke up. ”Holy Son, it’s enough. Leave some for yourself to cultivate!”

Ye Chen’s gaze was resolute. ”Divine Maiden, you’re what matters. I must ensure you surpass all past Divine Maidens, achieving an unprecedented Nirvana. What’s my spirit sense compared to that?”

Fan Qinghe wanted to yield, but his dedication to her Nirvana shamed her. Speechless, she gritted her teeth and pressed on. Halfway through the sixth day, she could hardly breathe. She’d reached her limit. She’d expected Ye Chen’s depth but not this extent. Despite her breakthroughs, she couldn’t contain it all. The Fourth Holy Son was unreal. How had he cultivated such vast Yin-Yang Qi? But now wasn’t the time for such thoughts.

Her voice trembled. ”Holy Son, I can’t refine anymore! I’ve absorbed enough for a breakthrough beyond any Divine Maiden’s Nirvana! It’s enough! Please, Holy Son, keep some for yourself.”

Her voice carried a plea.

Ye Chen’s face was stern. ”Fan Qinghe, the final Immortal Path is near. Will you falter now? Is this your limit? Countless Divine Maidens wept at night because their Protectors couldn’t last, leaving their transformations incomplete. Will you give up, betraying your master, the Heavenly Desire Sect’s legacy, and me, who cultivated tirelessly since we parted to ensure your perfect Nirvana? Have you considered facing an enemy, falling short by a fraction, and losing everything? Have you truly thought it through?”

His voice thundered, shaking her. Guilt and defiance flashed in her eyes. Her Protector was unmatched, coveted by every Holy Maiden. Yet she, blessed, considered giving up.

Ye Chen had poured unimaginable effort into this vast Yin-Yang power, all for her cultivation. How could she betray his kindness? Steeling herself, she spoke shakily. ”Holy Son, you’re right. I can endure…”

Ye Chen smiled with approval. He intensified the flow, urging her on. ”Divine Maiden, show me your limit… Yin-Yang Qi, unleash!”

Her eyes rolled back completely, overwhelmed.