Immortality Starts With Investment

”Detected suitable gift recipient:”

”Fan Qinghe: 1,500 times multiplier!”

Hearing the system’s prompt, Ye Chen’s eyes lit up. A 1,500 times multiplier? He’d assumed a sect like the Heavenly Desire Sect, not on the level of a holy land, would produce female disciples with at most a 1,000 times multiplier. This was an unexpected delight. His interest surged, and he sat patiently on the boat, waiting.

The gathered prodigies, whether here just for the spectacle or with other motives, were all captivated, their eyes fixed on the jade boat shimmering with divine light in the distance. They yearned to glimpse her true face. The jade boat glided forward, neither fast nor slow.

Fan Qinghe’s silhouette grew gradually clearer, as if teasing everyone’s anticipation. The short distance of five hundred meters felt like it took a year to cross. Of course, it might not have been the boat’s speed but the crowd’s impatience.

Finally, the jade boat halted at the center of the Pure Moon River. The divine light slowly faded. At last, the crowd could see Fan Qinghe’s true appearance. The moment her face was revealed, several prodigies gasped in awe. Even those who’d been indifferent now widened their eyes.

Their gazes brimmed with greed, admiration, and possessiveness. And no wonder. The woman on the jade boat was breathtaking, a rarity in this world. Even Ye Chen was momentarily stunned. Her features were exquisitely delicate, as if crafted by the heavens themselves. Her peach-blossom eyes sparkled, framed by thick lashes like butterfly wings.

Beneath a high, dainty nose sat full, luscious lips that seemed to drip with allure. Her figure was perfection incarnate. Certain parts rivaled his master, Gu Yunyun; others matched his senior sister, Yao Xi. Her slender waist was impossibly narrow yet radiated a balanced resilience, hinting at explosive strength.

Together, her form created the most exaggerated, captivating curves in existence. Every inch of Fan Qinghe was flawless. But what stunned—or surprised—everyone most was her skin.

Unlike the snow-white complexion of typical fairies, hers was not fair. Instead, it was a rare amber hue. Not dark, but a vibrant, healthy tone, as if sculpted by sunlight itself.

Under the moonlight, her amber skin gleamed like honey, crystalline and radiant. This unique complexion, paired with her peach-blossom eyes and stunning figure, exuded an indescribable charm. A charm that was utterly intoxicating.

Fan Qinghe wore a simple white dress, not revealing at all. She leaned lightly against the railing, making no provocative moves. Yet even this was enough to ignite endless thoughts in the hearts of onlookers. Desire to possess, to control… A vixen!

That was the first word that sprang to every prodigy’s mind. It was the only description that truly fit Fan Qinghe atop the jade boat.

Ye Chen was equally captivated. If he had to compare, she reminded him of female characters from a game he’d played in his past life called Blade & Soul. Those characters were famously ”greasy,” drawing countless male players with their allure. ”Greasy” wasn’t a pejorative here—it was high praise.

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And Fan Qinghe embodied that style. But her honey-like amber appearance surpassed those game characters by a thousandfold. It made one want to taste her, to see if Fan Qinghe was truly made of honey. Was she as sweet as she looked?

Ye Chen mentally summed it up. Fan Qinghe was like an enhanced version of Li Feihuang. Her curves were even more exaggerated. The only difference was that Li Feihuang carried an air of pride and nobility, like a little phoenix.

Fan Qinghe, however, lacked those qualities. She had only one thing: pure, unadulterated allure. Every inch of Fan Qinghe seemed crafted for seduction. Even Ye Chen couldn’t help but entertain bold thoughts.

Of course, with his mental fortitude and experience, he wasn’t swayed. The real draw was her 1,500 times multiplier. Plus, her unique cultivation path held benefits for someone like him with a system.

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Fan Qinghe had finally appeared. The prodigies’ reactions varied. Yao Gu was brimming with anticipation. He sighed inwardly, realizing the figure he’d been obsessing over since that fleeting glimpse was indeed the divine maiden. He could barely restrain himself from rushing forward.

The two legacy disciples from the Heavenly Intention Holy Land, originally fixated on Ye Chen, forgot all about him. They even thought this Heavenly Desire Sect divine maiden wasn’t inferior to their own Holy Maiden, Yi Qingwu. If they could have her by their side, day and night, even the joy of becoming an immortal might pale in comparison.

Zhang Pengfei, the Little Roc King, who’d come in disguise behind his partner’s back, was also stirred. He’d planned to just take a look—after all, getting caught sneaking around would cost him dearly. But now, he felt an urge to reveal his true form, sprout his wings, and unleash his divine eyes just to catch Fan Qinghe’s attention. Whether his identity would be exposed or if the grand elder would be displeased seemed irrelevant now.

On the jade boat, Fan Qinghe gently bent her slender waist, resting her arms on the railing. A soft breeze fluttered her white dress, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her figure, amplifying her allure. Every move was like a graceful dance. Her enchanting voice rang out again.

”I’m deeply grateful to all the Fellow Daoists who’ve come. But this jade boat is small, with room for only one Fellow Daoist to discuss the Dao with me. Yet all of you are so dazzling… I’m truly at a loss. I don’t wish to favor one over another or slight any of you unique souls. So, today, I’ll play a tune for you all as an apology. In the future, if fate allows, I’ll discuss the Dao with each of you!”

Her words startled Yao Gu and the others. Did she mean that if no one boarded her boat before the song ended, she’d just leave? That wouldn’t do. After all this anticipation, seeing her in person was beyond breathtaking. How could they let her slip away? The thought was unbearable. Some prodigies even stood up from their boats.

Ye Chen chuckled. Fan Qinghe was clearly stirring the pot, not even hiding it. She might as well have shouted, ”Fight for me! I want to see blood flow like a river! The last one standing gets to come aboard!”

Her methods were impressive. Her figure, face, and skin were all top-tier, but that alone shouldn’t have been enough to sway so many prodigies with mere words and gestures. Clearly, she’d subtly influenced most of them without a trace.

The Heavenly Desire Sect’s divine maiden was no ordinary woman. Freeloading off her? Easier said than done.

Ye Chen was starting to suspect that, aside from the Heavenly Emperor’s genuine success, the other ”successful freeloading” stories might be staged by the Heavenly Desire Sect. Perhaps they’d put forward a few lackluster divine maidens to act out victories, luring prodigies into thinking, ”If they can do it, so can I!”

Glancing at Fan Qinghe, who exuded a honey-sweet, irresistible aura, Ye Chen mused that in the cultivation world, no one was ever a pushover.