Immortality Starts With Investment

As soon as Ye Chen spoke, the faces of several female cultivators lit up with unrestrained joy. Who was Ye Chen? What was his cultivation level? He was the heir of the Heavenly Emperor, a prodigy at the First Heaven of the Mahayana Stage, capable of slaying a Second Heaven Holy Master. For such a figure to give a lecture was nothing short of a grand feast for cultivators. Any insights gained would surely lead to immense growth.

The female cultivators, who had harbored reservations about Ye Chen for various reasons, now held no trace of doubt. Some even began to think he surpassed the Heavenly Intention Holy Son. After all, the Heavenly Intention Holy Son was arrogant, never sparing a glance for female cultivators of lower cultivation, leaving them to admire him from afar.

But the Fourth Holy Son? Countless times stronger than the Heavenly Intention Holy Son, yet so gentle. Most importantly, he was generous, gifting such precious treasures without hesitation. Who wouldn’t be thrilled by such a Fourth Holy Son?

Initially, some had whispered behind his back, calling the women who devoted themselves to Ye Chen shameless and lacking ambition. True female prodigies were proud and would never agree to share a husband with others. But now, they understood those women. Because they, too, were willing.

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Having spoken and seeing the effect was satisfactory, Ye Chen activated the Secret of the Word of Travel, departing with an air of effortless grace.

Lan Feifei watched his retreating figure, her eyes growing increasingly complex. She had thought the Fourth Holy Son might say something more to her. If he confessed his feelings or proposed to take her as his Dao companion, what would she do? How would she respond? Would Holy Maiden Yi Qingwu be upset if she found out? Did the Fourth Holy Son prefer boys or girls? Or perhaps both?

But Ye Chen said nothing. He didn’t even spare her a second glance before leaving. This left Lan Feifei’s heart in turmoil, caught between hope and doubt. What did the Fourth Holy Son mean? Did he have bold thoughts about her? Was he playing hard to get? If so, he had succeeded—she was thoroughly intrigued.

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Meanwhile, Ye Chen returned to his cave abode without a hint of reluctance. Glancing at Yi Qingwu, he caught the faint lingering scent of osmanthus spirit liquid on her. His fingers twitched with desire to savor it immediately, but he restrained himself. Ye Chen knew his priorities and wouldn’t delay the fiancée’s refinement or her cultivation.

With a sniff, he resumed his own diligent practice. When the system’s cooldown period ended, Ye Chen stepped out of his cave abode. His keen senses immediately detected hundreds of cultivators gathered at the waist of Holy Maiden Peak.

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Quite a turnout! Ye Chen was pleased. But as his gaze swept over the crowd, his brow furrowed slightly. Why were there men here? Hadn’t he been clear enough?

At the mountainside, the cultivators of Heavenly Intention Holy Land buzzed with anticipation. The female cultivators adorned themselves vibrantly, while the male cultivators eagerly awaited Ye Chen’s arrival. News of the events from a week ago had swept through the entire Holy Land. The Fourth Holy Son had personally lectured female disciples, guiding their cultivation. One had even broken through a minor realm that very night.

More astonishing still was Ye Chen’s extravagant generosity. Upon arriving at Heavenly Intention Holy Land, he had gifted a female disciple a Blue Crystal Divine Stone and Lesser Vehicle Holy Water. It was staggering. Some speculated he had taken a fancy to Lan Feifei, but most dismissed the idea. Even if Ye Chen were a womanizer, would he pursue others while his Holy Maiden was still in her cave abode? Besides, everyone knew he genuinely loved Holy Maiden Yi Qingwu, risking everything to become her Dao companion. Such actions would only alienate her. It was impossible.

The truth had to be that Ye Chen was integrating into Heavenly Intention Holy Land for Yi Qingwu’s sake, earning everyone’s approval. That explained the lectures and lavish gifts. It made perfect sense. Rumors of his generosity were well-known: at his Ascension Peak, he reportedly gifted disciples treasures worth millions of top-grade spirit stones, even immortal scriptures. Once thought exaggerated, these tales gained credibility after Lan Feifei’s gifts. Any hostility over the Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s fall at Ye Chen’s hands vanished. They all craved progress.

Thus, hundreds of disciples gathered for Ye Chen’s lecture, hoping for insights—or to catch his eye for greater rewards. They waited with bated breath. When Ye Chen arrived, the crowd fell silent.

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Ye Chen scanned the vibrant, colorful scene before him, nodding in satisfaction. The dozens of male cultivators were an eyesore, but the system’s continuous notifications in his mind kept his mood high. Heavenly Intention Holy Land’s strength was impressive.

Among the female cultivators, eight had potential exceeding a thousandfold. One, as remarkable as Lan Feifei with fifteen hundredfold potential, was a captivating, enchanting type at the early Unity Stage.

Perfect timing. At the Mahayana Stage, Ye Chen had few gifts suitable for those at the Deity Transformation Stage, and their value was modest. But for Unity Stage cultivators, he had plenty. He could gift something, receive feedback, and perhaps bring a fitting candidate to his master.

Standing before the crowd, Ye Chen exuded an aura of profound charm, divine light flowing around him. After a sweeping glance, he began, slowly sharing his insights on cultivation.

Half an hour later, he paused. Every cultivator, regardless of realm, felt enlightened. To them, Ye Chen’s words were lotus-blooming truths, his understanding far beyond theirs. Each sentence was a gem of wisdom.

Yet, his lecture didn’t sate them—it left the female cultivators craving more. But Ye Chen was resolute. The lecture was over. He offered three question slots. Instantly, hands shot up, especially from those hoping for personal guidance.

Ignoring the frantically waving male disciples, Ye Chen casually and fairly chose a female cultivator with over a thousandfold potential, her qualities standing out.