Immortality Starts With Investment

”I hope by my breakthrough, you’ve brought back Ye Chen’s origin! Ye Chen rivals a hundred meticulously nurtured great medicines! Devouring him will elevate my physique instantly!”

Before Alkaid Holy Son, a Law Qi exuded chaos energy, ethereal and extraordinary. Before refining it, he murmured. His prior crushing defeat, despite prepared arrays, left no desire for personal revenge.

Ye Chen was too heaven-defying. Even at Mahayana, Alkaid doubted he could win. Worse, Ye Chen’s breakthrough speed was terrifying—waiting might erase Alkaid’s cultivation edge. Ye Chen had to die.

Prudent, Alkaid ensured no chance of survival, deploying Devouring Lineage protectors and a Mahayana Fourth Heaven semi-saint. This lineup guaranteed Ye Chen’s doom. Devouring his origin could perfect Alkaid’s Acquired Chaos Body, enabling him to ambush Lan Nuo and dominate this era’s immortal path.

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At Heavenly Desire Sect’s main hall, Ye Chen faced the Sect Master—fair-skinned, stunningly mature, every move dripping with charm. He found her alluring but, lacking a multiplier, felt no spark.

The Sect Master, sensing Ye Chen’s Unity peak matching hers, was shocked, expectant, yet uneasy. His progress was unreal—less than five years since Fan Qinghe absorbed until overflowing, unable to take another drop of Yin-Yang qi.

For high-realm cultivators, five years was a blink, yet Unity advancement was grueling: daily sensing of Dao charm, painstaking extraction, and careful refinement. Ordinary Unity cultivators, lacking top-tier insight, could linger a millennium or two, many stuck forever. Ye Chen’s five-year leap was absurd—did the Dao itself pour charm into him?

His speed was good news for her. After her bold request last time, Fan Qinghe reluctantly agreed, with strict limits: the Sect Master could only absorb after Qinghe was full, with no excessive contact, each touch needing Qinghe’s consent.

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Even so, the Sect Master agreed, hoping to siphon enough to break her century-long Unity bottleneck into Mahayana—a realm every cultivator craved. Ye Chen’s early arrival thrilled her, but it was too early.

Fan Qinghe was still early Unity, far from peak. Crossing that gap required an unimaginable amount of Dao charm. Afterward, Qinghe needed more for her third transformation, her prior two absorbing so much her capacity was likely massive. What would be left for the Sect Master? A single drop seemed a fantasy.

As Ye Chen wasn’t her protector, her absorption efficiency was abysmal—ten parts yielded one. Her hope of using Ye Chen’s deep foundation to break into Mahayana might be just a dream.

The Heavenly Desire Sect Master harbored bold thoughts, like politely asking Ye Chen for a sip before her disciple arrived. But it was just a fleeting idea—her hopes were faint, treating a dead horse as alive. Her focus remained on her disciple, Fan Qinghe.

Heavenly Desire Sect heirs rarely had immortal prospects, but this generation was different. Ye Chen, Fan Qinghe’s protector, single-handedly crushed Central Continent’s prodigies, his cultivation speed unaffected by being drained.

With such a monstrous protector, Fan Qinghe’s potential, through repeated transformations, might surpass even their founder’s aptitude. Ascending wasn’t impossible.

If Fan Qinghe ascended, they could follow to the immortal realm, where lifespans were unshortened—Mahayana lived 10,000 years, Unity 5,000. Abundant Immortal Qi allowed flawless Immortal Platforms, among countless other benefits. The Sect Master might break the Nirvana Scripture’s limits, reach Mahayana, or even ascend. Compared to that, her own Mahayana breakthrough now seemed minor. She’d take what she could get or let it be.

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”Your feat of suppressing six prodigies alone—I’ve watched the recording countless nights, heart racing,” the Sect Master purred, her voice sultry, stirring Ye Chen’s heart like a lover’s caress. ”Your talent is unprecedented, unmatched. Qinghe is fortunate to have your devoted support.”

Before Ye Chen could respond, a figure rushed in—eyes brimming with joy and longing, amber skin vibrant and wild, figure even more so.

Fan Qinghe.

She glanced at her master, then gazed at Ye Chen, puzzled. ”Holy Son, did you come because you missed me? I missed you too…”

Ye Chen smiled. ”Of course I missed you. But also, I’ve reached Unity’s peak, no further to go. Let’s not delay—I’ll aid your cultivation!”

Fan Qinghe’s eyes widened. It took her a year to absorb Ye Chen’s last gift, another to break through, and just two and a half years to stabilize at early Unity. In that time, the fourth Holy Son hit Unity’s peak? Were they even cultivating the same immortality?