Immortality Starts With Investment

Fan Qinghe was confident, but not blindly so. No prodigy, not even someone like Zhang Pengfei, would willingly sacrifice everything for another. How much less likely was an unparalleled prodigy like Ye Chen?

Coupled with his notorious reputation for being a womanizer, Fan Qinghe concluded: Ye Chen was a freeloader, driven by lust. He only wanted to take without giving. As for the Diamond Ring, refined with five types of immortal gold? It was undeniably precious, and it thrilled her. But for Ye Chen, it was likely trivial.

Not out of arrogance, but Fan Qinghe knew that if she wished, countless great powers in the cultivation world would offer treasures of equal value just for a chance to get close to her.

So, this didn’t prove Ye Chen wasn’t here to freeload. But she wasn’t afraid of freeloaders. She feared he might lack the courage to try. In scams, it’s always the freeloaders who get hooked. Those too cautious to even attempt are rarely fooled.

Fan Qinghe took out a glazed jade cup, gracefully bending to pour tea for Ye Chen. Her white dress wasn’t tight, but her movement was endlessly alluring, captivating beyond measure.

Ye Chen caught a fleeting glimpse of something, gone too quickly to discern. Even without using his Heavy Pupils, he hadn’t seen clearly—a testament to Fan Qinghe’s skill.

”Please, Holy Son, have some tea. Are you familiar with our Heavenly Desire Sect’s Nirvana Scripture?”

Her voice carried a delicate fragrance as she sat across from him, propping her chin on her hand, her sparkling eyes fixed on him.

Ye Chen glanced at the tea and shook his head. ”I’m not used to drinking spiritual teas other than Enlightenment Tea. They make me cough.”

Fan Qinghe, about to say something, was thrown off by his words. Enlightenment Tea? That legendary tea had vanished a million years after the Heavenly Emperor’s era. Even Mahayana stage cultivators might never taste a single leaf in their lifetime.

Even if Ye Chen had somehow obtained one and tasted it once, how could he claim other teas made him cough? Her emotions grew complicated. She understood men loved to boast in front of women they fancied, often unaware of how awkward it sounded.

Once, a Unity-stage powerhouse had embarrassed himself bragging before her sect leader. As a proper woman, she knew not to call him out. Instead, she had to play along, ensuring he didn’t lose face.

Her eyes lit up. ”The Holy Son truly lives up to his reputation as heaven’s favored. To have obtained a treasure like Enlightenment Tea, long extinct. Having tasted such a divine tea, all others must seem ordinary. It’s a treasure that can spark enlightenment, after all. It’s a pity this humble boat only has this tea. Please forgive me, Holy Son!”

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She gave him face, her tone full of admiration.

Ye Chen smiled lightly and flicked his finger. Five leaves, each a different shape and color, glowing with radiant light, floated before Fan Qinghe. Their mere presence made the entire boat’s atmosphere ethereal.

Fan Qinghe, sensing their aura, stood abruptly, her curvaceous figure trembling with shock. She couldn’t help it. The five leaves bore vivid images—a small cauldron, a divine emperor, an immortal, a divine bell, mountains and rivers—each imbued with unique, precious dao charm, exuding an intense aura of enlightenment. These were unmistakably Enlightenment Tea leaves. And Ye Chen had produced five?

Fan Qinghe was genuinely stunned. Enlightenment Tea leaves were increasingly rare, their value skyrocketing. No one knew if any remained in the cultivation world. At auction, a single leaf could easily fetch a top-grade mysterious treasure. Their worth was incalculable.

Yet Ye Chen casually presented five? Could the Heavenly Emperor have hidden an Enlightenment Tea tree? Was Ye Chen his secret heir, awakened in this era?

Could he really have drunk so much Enlightenment Tea that other teas made him cough—not just bragging?

Fan Qinghe’s breathtakingly enchanting face couldn’t hide her shock. Seeing her astonished expression, Ye Chen gave a faint smile. His earlier words were, of course, a boast. He didn’t drink other spiritual teas, nor did he rely on Enlightenment Tea leaves. Their effects paled compared to cultivating beneath an actual Enlightenment Tea tree.

Fan Qinghe had already proven her worth, making Ye Chen eager for the future multipliers and rewards she could bring. In this situation, he didn’t mind tossing out a few Enlightenment Tea leaves—useless for feedback—to heighten his allure and unsettle her.

To win a woman, the key was to stir her emotions. Only then would there be an opening. It’s why, back in school, pretty girls often fell for the bad boys.

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The five Enlightenment Tea leaves left Fan Qinghe momentarily speechless. Her mind raced, unable to pin Ye Chen down. Did he truly possess an Enlightenment Tea tree and casually give her a few leaves? Or did he only have these, pretending generosity by offering them all?

If the former, he was still aiming to freeload. If the latter, he might genuinely be smitten. But this Fourth Holy Son was too enigmatic—she couldn’t discern truth from pretense.

Regardless, her interest in Ye Chen grew hotter. His astounding talent made him a prime choice in the Great Yan Continent, perfect for amplifying her Nirvana Scripture cultivation. With his resources and destiny, if he fully supported her, her chances of ascending to immortality would soar. So, true or not, she had to conquer him.

”Thank you, Holy Son!”

Her voice dripped with charm, her eyes sparkling.

Ye Chen smiled. ”Didn’t you want to discuss your sect’s Nirvana Scripture? I’ve long been curious. Please, fairy, enlighten me.”

Fan Qinghe nodded lightly but didn’t speak immediately. Instead, she picked a spiritual fruit from the table’s platter, gracefully peeling it and naturally feeding it to Ye Chen. Despite this being their first meeting, her intimate gesture felt effortless, as if it were meant to be.

Ye Chen didn’t refuse. As her jade fingers withdrew, their soft tips brushed his lips. Whether intentional or deliberately accidental, it sent a sweet sensation through him. He raised an eyebrow at her, thinking to himself, ”This woman is truly made of honey.” He wondered if every part of her was just as sweet.

Despite her overtly flirtatious action, Fan Qinghe’s expression turned serious as she began discussing the Nirvana Scripture, engaging Ye Chen in a discourse on the Dao. If an ordinary man faced this, he’d already be overthinking, wondering what she meant.

Ye Chen couldn’t help but marvel. Fan Qinghe was indeed a born enchantress, naturally captivating.