Immortality Starts With Investment

Hearing the fiancée mention Heavenly Intention Holy Son, Ye Chen felt a thrill. Though dead, the Holy Son seemed alive, adding allure to her radiance. But he suppressed it, focusing on the system’s prompt.

”Congratulations, host, gift successfully given…”

”Gift: Yellow Spring Water!”

”4,000x feedback processing…”

”Detected: Gift is critical to recipient, causing intense emotional impact…”

”Triggered top-tier critical reward…”

”Feedback: Supreme Extreme Dao Weapon: Dragon-Subduing Yellow Spring Diagram!”

”Black Yellow World’s Yellow Spring Emperor, with unimaginable power, refined the Yellow Spring River into a supreme Extreme Dao Weapon. Contains the Yellow Spring River, Abyssal Gate, Naihe Bridge, Reincarnation Disk—endless wonders, boundless might. Its Yellow Spring Water flows endlessly, nearly infinite!”

Ye Chen’s eyes lit up. He’d expected a strong reaction from his righteous fiancée, but this? One bottle of Yellow Spring Water yielded the entire river!

Absurd. A great powerhouse had refined it into a supreme Extreme Dao Weapon, near-infinite. He could bathe in it, perfecting himself for the Second Heaven Mahayana breakthrough. His female companions could too, boosting their combat power. Its uses extended beyond first-tier—purifying anything, cleansing negative effects from battles. Simply outrageous.

This was a massive win. Compared to Luo Bingling, the fiancée was phenomenal! But glancing at Luo Bingling, he wasn’t too dismissive. She deserved credit.

First, she gave him the Yellow Spring Water. Second, her presence amplified Yi Qingwu’s emotional high. At the early First Heaven, Yi Qingwu was far from needing the water for the Second Heaven. Even its rarity might not trigger a top critical.

But Luo Bingling’s presence gave Yi Qingwu unmatched satisfaction and superiority. Comparison bred results. Luo Bingling contributed to this critical hit. Ye Chen noted her new ”use” for the future.

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These thoughts flashed briefly. Gazing at his moonlit holy maiden fiancée, he signaled her to resume. Yi Qingwu shot him a defiant glare but complied, lowering herself. She coughed, shocked, staring at him.

Ye Chen showed no mercy—knowing she loved this dynamic. She endured silently. But soon, he softened. She noticed, casually calling Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s name again…

Ye Chen: ”…”

Her playfulness prompted him to retrieve the whip he’d gifted her. They grew more engrossed, lost in each other.

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Luo Bingling watched, purple hair swirling, murderous intent blazing. Kill, kill, kill. She wanted to slaughter this shameless couple, entwined again like an ouroboros! Her Yellow Spring Water, gifted to another woman in her face—an unforgivable insult. She didn’t just want them dead—she wanted to raze Heavenly Intention Holy Land, even all of Great Yan Continent’s humans.

Of course, just a fantasy. She couldn’t even beat Ye Chen. But it didn’t stop her from imagining him kneeling, handing over the Dao Cauldron, begging her to stay. And this woman, with Su Yuxuan, groveling for mercy. Then she’d mercilessly blast all three to bits!

The humiliated Luo Bingling found joy in this. A smile curved her lips. But then, water splashed her face. Snapped from her fantasy, she realized what had happened. Fury erupted, glaring at the oblivious pair. ”Die, both of you!”

Yi Qingwu, slightly embarrassed, hadn’t meant it. Caught up in passion, she forgot someone was there. But her guilt was minimal. She apologized lightly to Luo Bingling. ”Sorry, the cave’s small… Maybe wait outside?”

Luo Bingling’s fists clenched, wronged. She didn’t want the Dao Cauldron anymore!

”Give me back my water, I’m going home!”

She wanted out! Ye Chen was trash—pleasured, then ungrateful. Dao Charm Pills, once precious to her, he gave to everyone! His women, from Su Yuxuan to Yi Qingwu, were all lunatics. But the Dao Cauldron’s importance stopped her. Her efforts—waist, feet, Yellow Spring Water—were too much to abandon.

Plus, Yi Qingwu likely wanted her gone. Leaving would let her win, making it all for nothing. No way. She wouldn’t let Ye Chen have his way. And being treated so differently sparked her competitive streak. She’d surpassed Su Yuxuan—Ye Chen gave her the full Minor Space Technique. But she was still below Yi Qingwu.

Maybe lacking that ”fountain of gratitude.” Fine, she’d give Ye Chen that too. Ouroboros? Unacceptable—she’d retch at such human vulgarity. But letting him serve her? Bearable.

Waist, feet—already done. A bit more was nothing. Once she won him, she’d make him reclaim the Yellow Spring Water. She’d repay Yi Qingwu’s splash tenfold. Then see if Yi Qingwu dared gloat. Her mood lifted.

Her gaze on them turned studious, probing…