Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 595: An Unexpected Windfall!

Faced with the Heavenly Desire Sect Masterʼs actions, Ye Chen considered refusing. But heʼd promised Fan Qinghe, and with no barriers, his own fire was rising. So, he let it be.

Soon, he clenched his fists, sighing contentedly, mood soaring. Heʼd thought Fan Qingheʼs absorption was unmatched, but her Master outdid her. Yet his joy wasnʼt about that.

The new channelʼs completion spiked transmission speed. The Sect Master, seasoned and ravenous, outstripped Fan Qingheʼs youthful capacity. At the same speed, Fan Qinghe whimpered, while the Sect Master gazed at Ye Chen with worshipful, grateful eyes. The gap between maturity and youth was stark.

Ye Chen didnʼt hold back. His Dao charms surged—doubling, tripling. Soon, the new channelʼs flow tripled the original. Even the Sect Master struggled, hastily patting Ye Chenʼs leg. Understanding, he kindly capped the speed. This rate already thrilled him—far smoother than with Fan Qinghe.

The Sect Master, expecting just a taste, was overjoyed. Sheʼd had no hope of gathering enough for a basic transformation. But Ye Chenʼs torrent of Dao charms, like rivers cascading from the heavens, stunned her. He had more than sheʼd imagined. Could she truly amass enough for a transformation?

Despite the strain, she felt only gratitude. Ye Chen, unstinting, tailored the flow to her limit. She cherished the chance, fully activating the Nirvana Scripture to refine—her only shot at Mahayana.

Amid absorbing, she glanced at the radiant Dao charms, mist-like, with regret. A tenth conversion rate was wasteful. Ye Chenʼs reserves exceeded expectations—if loss prevented her transformation, sheʼd regret it forever.

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Seven days passed.

Fan Qinghe remained dazed, old links still trickling Dao charms as Ye Chen pushed her limits. The Sect Masterʼs face lit with ecstasy. A week of unwavering, high-volume flow, despite her loss rate, amassed enough for a basic Nirvana transformation. She could break through to Mahayana.

The breakthrough was an unexpected delight. The Sect Master planned to stop, but greed crept in. Having enough for a basic transformation, she couldnʼt help but dream of refining more.

Yet, she hesitated, fearing Ye Chenʼs displeasure at her greed, exploiting his kindness. Deciding to end it, she patted his leg, signaling via spirit sense that sheʼd gathered enough for a basic transformation and would release. But Ye Chen, looking down, shook his head firmly.

”Little remains. Since Qinghe gifted my Dao charms to you, take it all,” he said aloud.

The Sect Masterʼs face lit up. The fourth Holy Son was too generous. Even scraps could strengthen her future. Overflowing with gratitude, she deepened her efforts to express it.

Seeing her ease, Ye Chen, unsparing, boosted the flow from three to five times to save time.

Two days later, the Sect Master glowed with vitality.

Five days later, she radiated brilliance.

Seven days later, she felt lifeʼs peak, her gaze on Ye Chen pure worship. In all her years, sheʼd never imagined someone with such absurdly vast reserves. Eating her discipleʼs leftovers, with massive loss rates, she was nearing fullness in just three more days.

Outrageous. Even with her own protector, sheʼd never tasted fullness. Now, through her discipleʼs protector, hope dawned. Ecstatic, she prayed Ye Chen could endure, carrying her to completion.

Three days passed. Her eyes widened in ecstasy—she was full, truly full, savoring completion for the first time. Her grateful gaze locked on Ye Chen as she patted his leg, signaling to stop via spirit sense. But Ye Chen shook his head. ”Hold on. Perfect transformation isnʼt the limit…”

Stunned, she realized he was right—perfection varied. If he was willing, sheʼd push further for a stronger Mahayana breakthrough.

Another day passed. She patted his leg harder, signaling enough.

Ye Chen stared earnestly. ”Believe in yourself!”

Bolstered by his conviction, she bit her lip, persisting in refining…