Immortality Starts With Investment

”Still alive?”

Ye Chen frowned, a trace of disappointment flickering in his heart. If the tree were dead, gifting a piece of the Fusang Ancient Tree might yield another. But if it was alive, a second tree was uncertain. Immortal roots were unique, though his system was unpredictable. A whole tree would be hard to seize—and harder to gift.

The Fusang Ancient Tree was a legacy treasure. If he gifted it in front of Senior Brother, the elders might expel him on the spot. Too bad the Holy Master wasn’t a woman. Gifting it to her might have unlocked every immortal root in the cultivation world.

As Ye Chen’s thoughts wandered, another immortal peak in the distance glowed, its seal breaking. A swarm of cultivators rushed out. Neither Ye Chen nor Hua Yunfei moved. No reason—they simply weren’t impressed.

Lin Qingtan continued her report in her alluring voice. ”Three days ago, I saw a jade slip’s shadow in Tang Valley’s seal… It carried immortal aura, likely the Great Yang Divine Dynasty’s legacy scripture, the Great Yang Scripture.”

Ye Chen’s interest in the distant Tang Valley surged. A tree and a scripture? This was his destined fortune. As for the surrounding powerhouses and whether he could seize it? With Senior Brother and the hidden elders backing him, he even suspected the Holy Master, that old schemer, might be lurking nearby. This was a sure win. He’d pay a price to his Holy Land later, but securing both was no issue.

”Holy Son Ye, I have a request!” Lin Qingtan spoke again, interrupting his thoughts.

Ye Chen looked at her, puzzled. Her graceful figure bent in a bow, accentuating her striking long legs. Ye Chen was slightly stunned.

Lin Qingtan spoke with a hint of nervousness. ”Holy Son, due to my Yin Nether Demon Body, I’ve been unable to condense Great Yang Charm. Since breaking through to Deity Transformation, my cultivation hasn’t progressed. The Great Yang Divine Dynasty ruins are my only chance to resolve my physique’s issue. I dare not hope for the Fusang Divine Tree! But I beg Holy Son to grant me the Great Yang Scripture! If I obtain it and rebuild my immortal path, I’ll devote everything to you!”

Her husky voice brimmed with resolve. The jade slip in Tang Valley was cracked, likely usable only once. Sect slips had restrictions, preventing external sharing. With numerous powerhouses and Unity realm experts around, her chances of obtaining it alone were slim.

Thus, Lin Qingtan seized her only opportunity. Though Holy Son was only early Deity Transformation like her, their combat strength and status were worlds apart. Ye Chen had a strong chance of securing the scripture.

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Lin Qingtan was decisive, just as when she joined Ascension Peak without hesitation. Now, she spoke to Ye Chen with equal resolve. The words ”devote everything” showed her determination.

Hua Yunfei chuckled, stepping back, his divine halo glowing elsewhere. Onlookers in the distance caught snippets of the conversation, their gazes toward Ye Chen turning odd, as if confirming rumors.

Ye Chen grinned. As the saying went: no fear of expensive gifts, only fear of no desire. She needed the Great Yang Scripture? He’d give it to her. Absolutely.

Before Ye Chen could respond, Lin Qingtan, as if to prove her sincerity, let the mist on her face dissipate. A stunningly beautiful face emerged—cool and dignified, with delicate red lips. But dark demonic patterns marred its perfection, sprawling across her forehead, under her eyes, cheeks, and lips, forming strange designs. They extended down her neck. The patterns diminished her beauty significantly. Yet, in Ye Chen’s eyes, they added a unique charm.

Truthfully, he was curious about where the demonic patterns led and what design they formed. His gaze made Lin Qingtan lower her head. Fearing he’d be repelled by her physique, she hurriedly said, ”Holy Son, if I obtain the Great Yang Scripture, I can use its Sun Holy Power to advance my physique into a Yin-Yang Demon Body… Then, I can control these demonic patterns at will…”

She knew she wasn’t worth a scripture, let alone the Great Yang Scripture. But Holy Son’s reputation for loving women was well-known. This was her only chance, and she had to seize it.

Yet, she worried her marred appearance might fail to win his favor. It was, after all, unsightly. Head bowed, with no response from Ye Chen, her heart sank. Mustering courage, she looked up to find him smiling, gazing at her like she was a treasure. ”You hid behind that mist, making me think you were unattractive. But you’re stunning, with a unique allure. Hiding it is such a waste.”

His words and burning gaze left Lin Qingtan stunned. If he’d only spoken, she wouldn’t believe him. But his eyes were too genuine to be fake. Did Holy Son truly find her beautiful? Her pale cheeks, framed by the dark patterns, flushed with peach-blossom hues.

Ye Chen wasn’t pretending. He genuinely found her striking—the demonic patterns added a wild edge to her mature beauty. If only they were finer, it’d be perfect. Her need for the Great Yang Scripture guaranteed a critical hit if gifted. Her beauty would enhance, her physique issue would resolve, and her talent would rise. The reward multiplier would soar. As an elder of his Ascension Peak, she’d be easy to gift again. In his eyes, she was indeed a treasure girl, his gaze utterly sincere.

But praise aside, Ye Chen didn’t agree outright. Promising too soon could affect the multiplier. Under Lin Qingtan’s complex gaze, he said calmly, ”As for the scripture, it’s uncertain for now. Let’s discuss it after this matter concludes.”

Lin Qingtan’s eyes dimmed with disappointment, but his lack of refusal was a relief. She nodded earnestly. ”Qingtan obeys Holy Son’s command!” Perhaps due to his words, she didn’t veil her face again. Though unaccustomed, she felt oddly at ease showing her true self.

Their conversation wasn’t private, drawing sidelong glances. People looked from Lin Qingtan to Ye Chen, their faces full of knowing sighs. Their expressions made Ye Chen frown. He had a feeling these people would spread rumors later. Before he could say more, a majestic tower ship roared in from the horizon…