Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 597: A Heart Too Generous!

Ye Chen couldnʼt help humming, ”How lonely is invincibility… How empty…”

His song interrupted the two refining women. Both frowned slightly—his singing was off, but the lyrics oozed dominance. Was this the Holy Sonʼs invincible will? Awe-inspiring.

His terrifying foundation—pushing Fan Qinghe from early to peak Unity and even perfecting the high-loss Sect Master—made ”invincible” no exaggeration. With no barriers from the ritual, an adoring Fan Qinghe drew closer, expressing admiration through exclusive attention. Her protector was incredible.

The Sect Master, awed by Ye Chenʼs will and grateful for her dreamlike perfect transformation from Mahayana despair, joined in.

Fan Qinghe frowned, possessive, but held her tongue against her Master. Ye Chen, uninterested but waiting for the systemʼs cooldown for the next gift, had been focused on charm transfer. Now idle, he compared the master-disciple duoʼs prowess.

Seven days passed.

Fan Qinghe stirred, but Ye Chenʼs righteous words stopped her, leaving her visibly aggrieved. The Sect Masterʼs gratitude shifted—she knew Fan Qingheʼs bright future made her untouchable, but she herself was fair game to express thanks.

Ye Chen didnʼt mind, but Fan Qinghe did, firmly pulling her Master back, signaling: If I canʼt use it, neither can you. The Sect Masterʼs expression turned resentful, but she realized she couldnʼt match Fan Qinghe.

Multiple perfect transformations made Fan Qingheʼs foundation rival Central Continentʼs mainstream prodigies. After this third perfect transformation and Mahayana breakthrough, sheʼd join their ranks.

”Qinghe, youʼre nearing Mahayana. Got your Law Qi ready?” Ye Chen asked, stretching as the system cooldown ended.

Fan Qinghe looked to her Master, who nodded. ”Heavenly Desire Sect has five Law Qis. The best, with twelve laws, will be yours for Mahayana.”

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Fan Qinghe asked, ”What about you, Master?”

Her Master, stuck at Unityʼs peak for centuries, had been hopeless for Mahayana. Now, with enough charms for transformation, she could break through.

The Sect Master smiled. ”Your future is boundless; the best is yours. Iʼm lucky to reach Mahayana. Third Heavenʼs my limit.”

She gently touched Fan Qingheʼs cheek. In sects or clans, the best went to those with the most potential to uplift the group.

As Fan Qinghe was about to thank her Master, Ye Chen spoke, ”Let the Sect Master use the twelve-law qi. Qinghe, I have a Law Qi with seventy-two laws, obtained by a Moral Heavenly Venerableʼs heir in a secret realm, gifted to me by my Eldest Senior Brother. Youʼre nearing breakthrough; Iʼll need years to recover. Take it.”

Both Fan Qinghe and the Sect Masterʼs eyes widened. Law Qis were vital for forging Immortal Platforms—more laws, better for most cultivators, except specific physiques. A seventy-two Law Qi was priceless, reserved for Central Continentʼs top holy lands or ancient immortal clansʼ prodigies. Ye Chen was gifting it to Fan Qinghe? Prepared in advance? Too thoughtful!

The Sect Master soured with envy. Her discipleʼs protector was Heavenly Desire Sectʼs greatest ever—feeding a divine maiden full while also satisfying her Master, even providing the best for breakthroughs.

Fan Qinghe, overwhelmed by the surprise, breathed fast but hesitated—sheʼd taken so much from Ye Chen, who asked for nothing but her affection. Now, heʼd need to re-cultivate, yet he gave more. Guilt gnawed.

Sensing her thoughts, Ye Chen gently patted her head. ”Donʼt overthink. I like you, so I give you the best. Accepting makes me happy; refusing would hurt me.”

His words rippled through her, melting her heart. How was she worthy of such devotion? Regret hit—sheʼd been selfish, blocking her Master out of jealousy, knowing Ye Chenʼs discomfort. As she mused, Ye Chen handed her the jade box with the Law Qi.

Guiltily accepting, her big eyes fluttered. ”Holy Son, youʼre too good to me… Stay a few days. My Master and I want to thank you. Especially her, stuck at Unityʼs peak for centuries, now opened to new horizons—sheʼll pour out her gratitude.”

The Sect Master, surprised but composed, smiled generously, signaling agreement. Ye Chen, caught off guard by Fan Qingheʼs generosity, smiled at the systemʼs prompt in his mind. Gratitude was nice, but cultivation trumped it. Patting her head, he said, ”The immortal path nears. I must rush back to cultivate, aiming for Mahayana before it opens. No time to linger. Next time, for sure.”

Fan Qingheʼs guilt deepened. Ye Chen sacrificed his progress, risking missing the immortal path, yet sheʼd denied him true joy for selfish reasons.

The Sect Master, whoʼd secretly swallowed in anticipation, looked crestfallen.