Immortality Starts With Investment

”No need for kids…” Ye Chen said.

Lan Nuo’s critical hit proved she was a good girl. But her gratitude—offering kids—was unexpected. Too grateful.

Ye Chen had no such plans. In his past life, he didn’t want kids; in this one, with near-immortality, even less. Only Senior An was hard to refuse. Others? No chance. He politely declined Lan Nuo’s gesture. She dropped her facade, smiling, her small canine teeth making her jade-carved face adorably charming.

Ye Chen liked her, she thought. Even when she offered multiple kids, he refused, fearing for her vitality. Lan Nuo, ever grateful, knew her clan lacked treasures to repay him. This was her only way. Her secrecy had selfish motives. If their bond was public, Ye Chen’s praise wouldn’t be believed. Hidden, his strength amplified hers. But with no kids now, she felt uneasy without reciprocating.

After thinking, she whispered, ”Since you don’t want that, let’s dual cultivate. I’ll expel it after…”

Ye Chen’s lips twitched. Gratitude was good, but this was excessive. Would it work? No way.

Yan Qingcheng had the highest multiplier, likely due to guilt over his fake heir status, triggering critical hits. But she and Heavenly Emperor Hall were elusive, not daily gifting targets.

Below her, Lan Nuo and the fiancée had the highest multipliers. One in Great Yan State, one in Central Continent. Both essential. So, no. He refused.

Lan Nuo sighed inwardly. He valued her too much. Preserving her primal yin helped cultivation slightly, but not much. Yet he wouldn’t let her suffer any loss.

His love was deep. But she had to give something back, or she’d feel too guilty. Inexperienced, she thought, then said earnestly, ”Then… let’s kiss!”

Ye Chen’s lips twitched. Her innocence was touching. His fiancée would’ve already jumped him, maybe offering osmanthus spirit liquid. Lan Nuo? Just a kiss. It reminded him of his first love, when a kiss thrilled him, unlike his later nonchalance. Reliving that purity wasn’t bad.

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Sighing, as if helpless, he said, ”If you insist, fine. But don’t let it affect your cultivation.”

Lan Nuo’s eyes sparkled. He loved her so much. Agreeing to a kiss was likely to avoid hurting her feelings. Her heart pounded as she closed her eyes, waiting. But after a long pause, no Ye Chen. Opening her eyes, confused, she saw him standing, eyes shut.

Lan Nuo’s face flushed, but she understood instantly. Ye Chen was letting her set the pace—a sign of respect. She pursed her lips, steeling herself, stepped forward, and stood before him. Tiptoeing, she leaned up and kissed him…

The moment their lips met, a thrilling jolt surged. Panicked, she started to pull back. But Ye Chen’s arms encircled her waist. Her eyes widened, face crimson. Because Ye Chen’s tongue…

After a while, dizzy, Lan Nuo trembled! His hands, out of control.

This…

She felt boneless, soft in his embrace.

Eventually, Ye Chen pulled back, apologetic. ”Sorry, Fairy Lan. I got carried away, offending you! It’s all my fault…”

He sighed inwardly. Youth was just for memories. He wasn’t pure anymore. Tongue and hands acted on instinct. But he savored it. He’d been narrow-minded before. Big had its charm, but small had its finesse. That sense of total control was uniquely delightful.

Lan Nuo, blushing, stepped back, silent, shaking her head. She didn’t blame him. His loss of control proved his genuine affection. Yet he stopped at the critical moment. How could she blame him?

Seeing a trace of loss in his eyes, she stepped forward. ”Fellow Daoist Ye, I don’t mind. Do you want more?”

Tiptoeing, face flushed, she closed her eyes. That pure yet alluring vibe rivaled his first sight of the Little Demoness.

Ye Chen couldn’t resist, leaning in, savoring earnestly. Soon, his hands gained a mind of their own again…

…

Seven days passed.

Since his cultivation speed was fast, Ye Chen wanted Lan Nuo to keep up. In spare moments, he earnestly shared Minor Space Technique insights, helping her advance quickly. He also gave her control over the array. She’d occasionally make it rumble, signaling a fight, not something else. After a lecture, he asked, ”Fairy Lan, got it?”

She nodded eagerly, gazing at him in awe. Ye Chen was incredible. Mastering the Minor Space Technique fragment so quickly. She couldn’t compare. Yet he willingly played her foil. Her gaze on him grew warmer.

”What’s up?” he asked, curious.

She said seriously, ”Fellow Daoist Ye, you’ve talked so long, your mouth looks dry…”

He blinked. Dry mouth? A Mahayana powerhouse, dry-mouthed? But then, Lan Nuo leaned in. Doubts vanished. His mouth was dry…