Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 478: Senior An at 2,000-Fold!

Lin Qingtan emerged, bidding Ye Chen farewell with her husky voice. After he left, she turned to Li Feihuang, whose phoenix eyes held disbelief. Though the shipʼs elders knew of their bond, Unity elders were too lofty for gossip, so the news hadnʼt spread in the Holy Land.

Li Feihuang, fresh from seclusion, sought her master joyfully, only to find her cave active yet inaccessible. Waiting two days, she saw Ye Chen emerge and her masterʼs flushed face—obvious what happened.

Lin Qingtan raised an eyebrow. ”Why that look? Think I stole your man?”

Li Feihuangʼs head drooped, voice bitter. ”I wouldnʼt dare!”

Lin Qingtan smiled, noting the ”dare” over denial. Stretching in the courtyard, she leaned back on a chair. ”I didnʼt steal him. Holy Son belongs to no one. His talent, generosity, and sincerity are lethal to any female cultivator. I wasnʼt taken by him—I belong to him. If youʼre unwilling, go to him yourself.”

Li Feihuangʼs heart ached. She knew Holy Sonʼs greatness—her throne, meeting her ancestor, joining the Holy Land—all his doing.

”Iʼm sorry, Master,” she said, seeing Lin Qingtanʼs rune-free skin, save a fishtail at her navel. Her resolved constitution was surely Ye Chenʼs work. Her gratitude was natural, their bond inevitable.

Yet Li Feihuang regretted her past mistakes, pained by Ye Chenʼs indifferent gaze, as if their history meant nothing. Tears fell.

Lin Qingtan sighed. ”Stop crying. Come here, let Master hug you.” As Li Feihuang nestled into her embrace, she teased, ”Next time Holy Son visits, Iʼll tip you off and leave the cave open. You ʼaccidentallyʼ barge in, I ʼtrapʼ you to silence you, forcing your devotion. Holy Son will see through it but play along if you know his tastes.”

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Li Feihuang, squatting in her masterʼs arms, froze, phoenix eyes wide. Was this her aloof, reserved master? Since when was she so playful? The idea stirred her, yet deepened her regret for past errors.

Unaware of their talk, Ye Chen reached Senior Anʼs cave. Still no response—normal for a Nascent Soul cultivatorʼs multi-year seclusion, but her rapid progress and sealed array felt off. Her awakened past-life memories made him wonder: was she influenced by her past, or had it fully resurfaced?

Ye Chen decided to investigate. With his strength, he could enter without disturbing Senior An. If she was in critical seclusion, heʼd confirm and leave. If something was wrong, heʼd address it immediately.

Suppressing his aura, a faint Kun Peng shadow flickered behind him. The caveʼs defensive array, meant to bar outsiders, parted like a water curtain, letting him pass silently. The Kun Peng Treasure Technique rendered arrays powerless.

Familiar with An Miaoliʼs cave from countless detox sessions, Ye Chen quickly spotted her in a white dress, radiating seven-colored divine light. Her browʼs red mole glowed, her beauty ethereal, as if ready to ascend. Shockingly, her cultivation wasnʼt late Nascent Soul but early Deity Transformation. When had she broken through? This speed was absurd.

Something was amiss.

Then, the system chimed: ”Detected change in An Miaoliʼs multiplier, adjusting… An Miaoli: 2,000-fold!”

Ye Chenʼs eyes widened. Her talent was average in the Holy Land, her Heavenly Spirit Root from the Soul-Swaying Stone yielding only a 500-fold multiplier, with no special constitution.

A jump to 2,000—matching the near-emotionless Holy Maiden, only 500 below his fiancée? What gain from her ruin expedition could cause this? Perhaps the Seven Extremes Immortal Scripture, enabling the Seven Extremes Immortal Body, tied to her seven-colored aura and sudden breakthrough. Her resistance to her past life made voluntary cultivation of such a scripture unlikely. An accident—perhaps her past-life remnant soul awakening?

Ye Chen steadied his breath, planning to trap her silently with his Heavy Pupils thunder in a pure land.

As he approached, An Miaoliʼs eyes snapped open, no longer ethereal but brimming with chilling killing intent, locked on him. Array runes flared, seven-colored light surging from all directions, forming a strange domain with lethal trapping force, aiming to obliterate him.

”Ye Chen, Iʼve waited long,” a cold, unfamiliar voice echoed, unlike An Miaoliʼs usual tone. ”A mere native dares defile my avatarʼs soul? A crime worthy of death…”