Immortality Starts With Investment

While growing more disdainful of Ye Chen, Luo Bingling became increasingly convinced he had the Dao Cauldron. His cultivation was careless, yet his progress was meteoric. Reaching his current realm in just fifty or sixty years? Even a Chaos Body wouldn’t match that. He must have a cultivation accelerator. The Dao Cauldron was highly likely.

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Two and a half months passed in a blink.

Ye Chen gently patted Lin Qingtan.

”Is the Holy Son heading to Central Continent?” Lin Qingtan, reluctant, dismounted and asked.

Ye Chen released her tangible demonic patterns, nodding. ”To check it out!”

He’d broken through to late First Heaven half a month ago. But Lin Qingtan’s enthusiasm, with new demonic pattern tricks, kept him another half-month.

Luo Bingling was visibly anxious. In these two months, Ye Chen gifted her twice more—treasures useful for Second Heaven. Sadly, no critical hits. His expectations and goodwill toward her plummeted.

This Central Continent trip was her last chance. If ambushed by the War God Clan or if gifting her the Space Divine Stone yielded no critical hit, he’d abandon her. Times had changed. A 4,000-fold multiplier was great but not unique. He wouldn’t regret killing her.

”Holy Son, stay a few more days? I thought of a new trick—binding myself with demonic patterns…”

Lin Qingtan was reluctant.

Ye Chen gave a light slap. ”Enough. I won’t stay long in Central Continent. Next time!”

Lin Qingtan nodded, disappointed. ”Come to me first when you’re back… Qingtan’s always ready to welcome you!”

Ye Chen smiled, leaving the cave. He messaged Luo Bingling. In a flash, she flew from Guest Peak, relieved. ”Can we go now?” She feared he’d pull a Sword Sect move—nearly leaving, then staying another half-month.

Ye Chen nodded calmly, summoning the bronze chariot. He was really leaving.

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Luo Bingling, elated, boarded naturally, sitting beside him.

Ye Chen glanced at her. With his temperament, three gifts without a critical hit meant she wasn’t even fit to pull his chariot. Her value in his eyes was rock-bottom.

But considering her high standards as a War God Clan princess might explain the lack of critical hits, he didn’t kick her off. Still, he boldly placed a hand on her waist. No critical hit, but her skin was exquisite. Soft yet firm, full of power—a top-tier frame for wild moves.

Luo Bingling, sensing his touch, widened her eyes, glaring. A mere human, giving a few gifts, dared touch her? Outrageous! His touch made her skin crawl, revolted. Anyone else would be obliterated. But Ye Chen was useful. She flung his hand off. ”Fellow Daoist Ye, I bear no ill will, but please respect boundaries!”

Ye Chen frowned, feigning hurt. ”I gave so many gifts, and you accepted them. Doesn’t that mean you like me?”

Luo Bingling’s brows knitted, her disgust surging. Accepting gifts meant she liked him? Pathetic.

But with the Dao Cauldron likely in his possession, she suppressed her temper, saying unhappily, ”I don’t take just anyone’s gifts. Accepting yours only means I don’t dislike you, not that I have feelings…”

Ye Chen chuckled inwardly. Accepting gifts doesn’t equal accepting you. Classic dodge! His expectations for her were already rock-bottom. Losing her? No loss. He stood, pointing below. ”If that’s the case, I misread you! Get off. I’m not going to Central Continent. Do as you please…”

Luo Bingling, fuming and plotting to chop his hand off a thousand times, was dumbfounded. Just for not letting him touch her waist, he’d ditch Central Continent? Was he insane? Didn’t care about cultivation at all? This was a Space Divine Stone opportunity! The best treasure for breaking through to the Third Heaven!

But seeing his resolute expression, she fell silent. He wasn’t bluffing. She wanted to leave—she’d never been so humiliated. Yet, thinking of the Dao Cauldron, five months of waiting, his Dao Charm Pills, and treasures…

She swallowed her pride. ”Fellow Daoist Ye, that’s not what I meant. I’m just shy. No one else’s gifts were accepted, only yours. I’m not thinking about Dao companions now, only the Space Divine Stone. After I reach King Realm, we can get closer…”

Low-tier green tea tactics. Not ready for romance now, maybe later?

Ye Chen, seasoned, stayed unimpressed, looking away.

Luo Bingling nearly ground her teeth to dust. She grabbed his hand, pulling him back to the seat. He still looked elsewhere, silent, not driving. Her rage nearly burst from her ears. She wanted to punch him to death, scream, Go or don’t! But the Dao Cauldron held her back.

Humiliated, she placed his hand on her lower back, enduring the crawling sensation, snapping, ”This fine? Can we go?”

Ye Chen’s lips curved. His hand roamed freely. With a thought, the chariot soared toward Heavenly Evolution Holy Land’s exit. His hand took liberties, collecting ”interest” for no critical hit. But he didn’t go too far, staying at her waist. She might still critical hit.

Luo Bingling mentally urged herself to endure. Once she had the Dao Cauldron, she’d make him pay with interest.

Time passed. Over the Endless Sea, she snapped, suppressing rage, ”Fellow Daoist Ye, not there!”