Immortality Starts With Investment

Noticing Ye Chen’s expression, Hua Yunfei realized he’d misunderstood. He’d seen Ye Chen’s bold style—gifting treasures like the Northern Emperor War Chariot and Kun Peng Imprint without a hint of reluctance. How could he be worried about something as trivial as the Holy Lord position?

With an apologetic smile, Hua Yunfei glanced at Dantai Xuan and sighed. ”Don’t take the Holy Maiden’s attitude to heart. She wasn’t always like this. Unfortunately, after inheriting an immortal scripture and cultivating it, her personality changed drastically, becoming what you see now. I’ll find a way to help her resolve this issue in the future. When that happens, you’ll see she’s truly a great senior sister.”

Ye Chen was surprised. Dantai Xuan’s coldness wasn’t innate but caused by cultivating a unique immortal scripture? This revelation made him feel even more regret than she might. He’d initially thought her aloofness could be warmed with persistent gifting—perhaps a shocking treasure to shake her up.

Now, it seemed hopeless. But this was a 2,000-fold multiplier! If she couldn’t trigger critical hits, it was a colossal waste. He had to help the first Holy Maiden cure this flaw.

Without hesitation, Ye Chen said, ”I’m willing to help too! If there’s anything I can do, just let me know, Senior Brother.”

Nearby, Dantai Xuan could easily overhear their conversation but showed no reaction, as if utterly indifferent.

Hua Yunfei, surprised by Ye Chen’s genuine enthusiasm, smiled more warmly. ”We don’t have a solution yet, but we’ll talk about it in the future. Today’s your induction as Holy Son, and as your senior brother, I must offer a gift. This is a star refined by an ancient great power. You can forge it into a weapon or integrate it into an array for your Ascension Peak, bathing it in starlight day and night. It’s especially appealing to disciples cultivating star-related techniques or physiques.”

With a wave, Hua Yunfei presented a radiant star to Ye Chen, its ancient, weathered aura unmistakable. As a refiner, Ye Chen instantly recognized its value. It could be crafted into a top-tier natal spiritual artifact with immense growth potential, possibly even becoming a dao artifact. Alternatively, it could anchor a supreme array. For star-related cultivators, it was a peerless treasure.

In a flash, Ye Chen knew exactly who to gift it to. This star would be perfect for An Yuyi.

An Yuyi cultivated star-related techniques, making the star a perfect fit. The system’s rewards could be placed in Ye Chen’s small world, which currently lacked starlight. If the system yielded an authentic star, it would eliminate the need for manually channeling starlight after the star pool’s depletion, perfecting the small world. It was an ideal solution.

Ye Chen couldn’t help but exclaim, ”Senior Brother, you’re too generous!”

Hua Yunfei’s magnanimity was astounding. Ye Chen suddenly realized why he liked his senior brother so much—who wouldn’t warm to someone who gave such lavish gifts? He even half-jokingly wondered if Hua Yunfei had a ”good brother gifting system” that rewarded him for giving treasures to male cultivators.

With that, the ceremony neared its end. Hua Yunfei waved casually and rejoined the crowd, standing beside Dantai Xuan. He recalled her early days at the Holy Land—a lively, innocent child he’d treated like a little sister, always trailing him. Now, seeing her like this, he felt deep regret.

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Dantai Xuan cultivated an eerie immortal scripture, which Hua Yunfei considered more of a demonic one: the Supreme Scripture. It caused the cultivator to continuously birth a ”new self” while killing the ”original self,” growing stronger but increasingly cold and emotionless.

Worst of all, once started, the scripture couldn’t be stopped—a truly sinister trait. Hua Yunfei worried that Dantai Xuan might one day be overtaken by another self or become a vessel for someone else. Yet, even he had no solution.

Holy Lord Feng Baiyu approached, glancing at Dantai Xuan with a complicated expression before shaking his head. The moment passed, and he sent a mental message to Hua Yunfei with a hint of surprise. ”Another avatar? It’s been decades since I’ve seen your true body. Even when you slew that Unity realm demon in the East Sea, it was an avatar. Is your true body already at the Unity realm?”

Hua Yunfei smiled and shook his head. ”Just a bit short.”

Feng Baiyu, unsure whether to believe him, glanced at Ye Chen, still receiving gifts. ”The second and third Holy Sons are just here to fill the Holy Land’s quota—nothing special. But this fourth Holy Son is truly extraordinary. I can’t see through him in many ways. It’s not just the Heavy Pupils; there’s something else profound about him. With a genius like this, do you feel the pressure?”

Hua Yunfei laughed. ”Holy Lord, you jest. Junior Brother Ye and I aren’t enemies. My only rival has always been myself. Besides, I’d rather see Junior Sister take the Holy Lord position. Before the Mahayana realm, only the Holy Lord can commune with the immortal artifact. If she could harness its power for cultivation, it might slow her transformation.”

He glanced at Dantai Xuan again. Feng Baiyu, hearing this, said no more.

With that, the Holy Son ceremony drew to a close. Countless outer, inner, elite, and direct disciples of Heavenly Evolution Holy Land gazed up at Ye Chen, their hearts filled with admiration for such a cultivator. Many wished they could take his place, thinking, Step down and let me take the stage.

Among the elite disciples, a late Golden Core female cultivator with a slender waist, rounded hips, and dimples on her cheeks stared at Ye Chen with longing. She turned to her friend beside her and declared, ”I’m going up there!”

Her friend frowned. ”You sure you don’t want to think it over?”

The dimpled woman nodded firmly. ”No need to think. The Holy Son is unparalleled—I’m going to try!”

She’d heard the tales circulating in the cultivation world, recounted by Yao Gu while drinking and chatting with goddesses in an immortal city. His words had spread like wildfire: ”When we clashed, spiritual energy surged, shaking the four seas and eight wastelands, the heavens and earth trembling. The battle was so intense it seemed the world might shatter. In the end, I gave it my all but fell short by a single move. Heavenly Evolution Holy Land’s fourth Holy Son is absolutely a peerless prodigy, on par with my brother and that one from Heavenly Intention Holy Land.”

The words caused a stir across Great Yan Cotinent. Yao Gu was no weakling—he was Yao Xuanji’s brother, with a formidable record and a half-step immortal physique stronger than most. Undefeated until now, he’d lost to Heavenly Evolution’s fourth Holy Son, a mere early Nascent Soul cultivator. This showcased Ye Chen’s extraordinary might.

The dimpled woman resolved to join Ascension Peak. But her friend tried to dissuade her. ”The fourth Holy Son is powerful, no doubt, but he’s unlikely to become Holy Lord in the future. You saw he brought outsiders with him, and I’ve heard he rose from humble origins with no major backing. That makes it hard to guarantee you’ll get resources. Why not stay an elite disciple? Build up slowly, and you’ll eventually break through to Nascent Soul.”

The dimpled woman shook her head. Her aptitude was only an Earth Spiritual Root, and her physique was average. After reaching Golden Core, no elder had taken her as a direct disciple, leaving her as an elite disciple.

The immortal path was grueling—relying on the Holy Land’s standard opportunities, Nascent Soul would likely be her limit. After that, she’d become an elder, bogged down by administrative duties, with breaking through to Deity Transformation as difficult as ascending the heavens.

She decided to take a gamble and join the fourth Holy Son’s Ascension Peak. Being among the first would surely earn his attention. With no further hesitation, she rose gracefully.

Her friend, seeing this, said no more but shook her head inwardly, convinced it was a mistake her friend would regret.