Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 402: I Only Feel Heartache for the Divine Maiden!

Fan Qingheʼs delicate hand was naturally held by Ye Chen, and she felt no resistance. Her soft fingertips even lightly brushed against his palm. This was because she was genuinely pleased with him. If Ye Chen were to become her protector, theyʼd share even deeper intimacy through dual cultivation.

A mere touch like this was nothing. Otherwise, with her cultivation, how could anyone so easily hold her hand? But her thoughts werenʼt on this moment. She was pondering Ye Chenʼs words. Finding a suitable protector was no easy task for a divine maiden.

Those who threw themselves at her without hesitation were mostly mediocre. Draining them dry would yield little benefit. Only top-tier prodigies could significantly enhance her spiritual sense, origin, talent, and cultivation through the Nirvana Scripture. But convincing such prodigies to willingly become a cauldron was incredibly difficult. It required prolonged maneuvering and careful manipulation—building emotional bonds, making them lower their guard, and ultimately surrender willingly.

The process was far from the simple seduction outsiders imagined. Most men were willing to pay a price for a womanʼs affection, but giving up everything? That was a hard sell.

Many past divine maidens, despite their enchanting allure, saw their targets waver at the critical moment, fleeing in fear and leaving the maidensʼ efforts in vain. In the end, those maidens had to resort to the Path of All Beings, tasting the lips of countless men, sinking into a sea of desire for the rest of their lives.

Fan Qinghe was very satisfied with Ye Chen. His talent was peerless, possibly surpassing even the three titans. But the greater the prodigy, the harder they were to tame. Sheʼd prepared herself for a long game of tug-of-war with him, knowing nothing in this world came easily.

Yet, unexpectedly, Ye Chen agreed so readily. He even offered to let her plant the seed right now. Fan Qinghe couldnʼt help but wonder: did he actually believe everything sheʼd said? His quick agreement made her hesitate.

The Heart-Seed Demon Nirvana Scripture allowed a divine maiden to condense only one divine seed in her lifetime. Once planted in a protectorʼs sea of spirit sense, it forged a unique bond, enabling subsequent nirvanas and deeper influence over them.

But if the protector, after receiving the seed, used some mysterious method to suppress it and refused further nirvanas, the divine maiden would be the one controlled. Sheʼd either be forced onto the Path of All Beings, sinking into debauchery, or her cultivation would stagnate forever. Neither outcome was acceptable to Fan Qinghe. So, she grew wary.

Ye Chenʼs eager acceptance—could he have some countermeasure against the Nirvana Scripture?

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”Why does the divine maiden hesitate? Is my talent still not enough to meet your requirements for a protector?” Ye Chen asked, raising an eyebrow.

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Fan Qinghe gave a gentle laugh, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering with charm. ”Of course, I know the Holy Sonʼs sincerity. As for your talent, itʼs peerless in this world. In my eyes, even Hua, Ying, and Yao combined couldnʼt match you. That youʼre willing to be my protector fills me with joy.

”But as a Heavenly Desire divine maiden, Iʼll give everything to my protector in the future, opening my heart completely. My protector and my future are deeply intertwined. But if Iʼm betrayed or deceived, Iʼll lose everything, sinking into the mortal dust. That feeling of powerlessness terrifies me. This choice is too heavy for me. So, please forgive me, Holy Son. Itʼs not that youʼre not exceptional enough—itʼs just that Iʼm too afraid. You wonʼt blame me, will you?”

Her eyes glimmered with fear of the future, her stunning face radiating vulnerability. Such a woman could do anything and be forgiven.

Ye Chen, of course, chose forgiveness. Without hesitation, he said, ”Why think that way, Divine Maiden? How could I blame you? I only feel heartache for you!”

Whether she was stringing him along, keeping her options open, or genuinely afraid, Ye Chen understood. He wasnʼt mind. He wasnʼt impatient. Heʼd just given a gift, and the system was on cooldown. The next gift would be a week away anyway.

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Fan Qingheʼs eyes blinked, her thoughts swirling. Honestly, she couldnʼt quite read Ye Chen. So, she wouldnʼt cast the technique or plant the divine seed in his primordial spirit yet. But she wouldnʼt give up on him either.

She was confident. Whether Ye Chenʼs feelings were genuine or feigned, sheʼd unleash her full charm to conquer him completely. Once conquered, his intentions would become true, no matter how they started. Then, she could boldly refine him into her cauldron to fuel her cultivation.

Her eyes sparkled with gratitude. ”Holy Son, youʼre so kind! Iʼm truly moved by you. Your heroic figure in battle is etched deep in my heart. If you became my protector, Iʼd feel so secure. But the world is full of rumors about you, making me uneasy, lacking a sense of safety.

”So Iʼd like to understand you better. And please, Holy Son, consider being a protector seriously. The Nirvana Scripture can broaden your immortal path, but breaking and rebuilding is no easy feat. Supreme talent and unyielding resolve are both essential. Without them, you might not progress further.

”So please, think carefully, Holy Son. If you ultimately choose to walk away, I wonʼt blame you—Iʼll understand. Then, Iʼd abandon the Heart-Seed Demon Nirvana Scripture, leave the Heavenly Desire Sect, and find a quiet mountain to live out my days.”

Her gaze drifted, her words dripping with sincerity. Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. Applying pressure now, huh? Claiming insecurity, needing more understanding before deciding—classic tactics for stringing someone along. She was playing the long game, coaxing him to shower her with gifts and devotion to prove his love.

Though he saw through it, Ye Chen didnʼt mind her tactics. For him, if gifts could solve it, it was no issue. The more he gave, the more heʼd gain. So, in the time that followed, Ye Chen genuinely engaged in discussing the Dao with Fan Qinghe.

But during their chats, heʼd ”casually” flex his prowess. Mentioning an immortal gold? Heʼd show her a sample. Talking about a lost, powerful Treasure Technique? Heʼd demonstrate it with a flick of his hand.

Referencing golden cauldron-shaped Enlightenment Tea leaves? Heʼd pull out a dozen from his storage ring, riffling through them to ”check” if he had it. Her eyes gleamed with every display.

But this time, Ye Chen only showed off—he didnʼt gift or teach anything. As the saying goes, good things are for showing women, not giving. Only then would she become more proactive…