Immortality Starts With Investment

Each room on Heavenly Evolution Holy Land’s ship was opulent, equipped with spatial arrays spanning tens of thousands of square meters. Cultivation chambers, rest areas, alchemy and crafting rooms, even balconies for sightseeing—everything was included, with flawless soundproofing.

Ye Chen had grown. While profit often came first, when emotions surged or refusal might hurt someone, he wouldn’t resist. He felt a pang of guilt for Senior Sister Yao Xi, who he’d left hanging despite her persistence. Next time, he’d make it up to her. For now, Lin Qingtan held his focus.

Noting his reluctance, he asked, ”The runes are gone for good?”

Lin Qingtan replied, ”My constitution evolved—I can control the runes, hiding or revealing them. But isn’t this pure state better?”

Ye Chen shook his head. ”You’re beautiful either way, but I prefer the runes.”

Her eyes lit up. He cherished even her flawed self—true love.

”I can adjust their position, pattern, thickness, and shade. What design do you want, Holy Son?”

No hesitation.

”Finer lines, circles where needed, patterns in the right spots, a heart shape here—with an arrow.”

Eager to repay him, Lin Qingtan crafted the runes to his specifications, becoming the perfect runic warrior before his eyes.

Seven days later, as they neared Heavenly Evolution Holy Land, Lin Qingtan gently adjusted Ye Chen’s robe, her stunning face radiating joy and tenderness. ”Holy Son, no need to worry—I’m not clingy. Back at Ascension Peak, I’ll keep cultivating. Want to see my runes? I’m always free.”

Ye Chen patted her head, satisfied. Not just for her temperature control—hot or cold—or her versatile runes, which she adapted creatively, highlighting key areas or signaling in battle like a rhythm game. Her ingenuity was endless, captivating him. Her constitution had held her back; otherwise, she’d be Unity Path by now.

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But his true satisfaction came from the system. As predicted, bonding with the hundredfold little demoness unlocked the Dao partner function. Now, with Lin Qingtan’s 1,500-fold multiplier, the system upgraded again, promising new features.

”System upgrade successful…”

”Dao Partner function enhanced: Gifts to partners with over 1,000-fold multiplier receive double Dao Partner feedback, with cooldown reduced to one day.”

This meant gifting Lin Qingtan wouldn’t trigger criticals, only double her 1,500-fold multiplier—3,000-fold feedback. Normal gift cooldowns were seven days, but hers was one.

Ye Chen calculated: one gift per day equaled seven in a week. Perfect for resources like pills or materials. One pill daily could yield 21,000 in a week, surpassing typical criticals. Ideal for resources, but top treasures like scriptures were better for high-multiplier women with critical potential.

”Don’t say that. Cling to me—it’s fine, as long as it doesn’t hinder cultivation,” Ye Chen said. ”I’ll seclude myself to break through to mid-Deity Transformation. After, I’ll find you. Take this jar of Golden Crow blood—it’ll aid crafting or cultivation.”

He handed her the blood. Lin Qingtan, expecting it, smiled sweetly, her husky voice thanking him as she accepted without hesitation. She knew he, as the Heavenly Emperor’s heir, likely disdained it.

The system chimed:

”Congratulations, Host, gift successfully given…”

”Gift: Golden Crow Blood!”

”With Dao Partner boost, 3,000-fold feedback!”

”Reward: Mahayana-stage Phoenix Blood! Due to partner’s over 1,000-fold multiplier, cooldown reduced to one day!”

Ye Chen grinned at the golden Phoenix Blood in his storage ring, matching the Golden Crow blood’s quantity. From mixed Deity Transformation and Unity blood to Mahayana Phoenix Blood—impressive. The shortened cooldown was key; Lin Qingtan was perfect for rapid resource needs.

”Holy Son, should I return to my room so we disembark separately?” she asked, mindful of his reputation.

Ye Chen laughed, taking her hand. ”No need. Let’s go together.” Reputation mattered, but not overly. A clear conscience sufficed.

Lin Qingtan’s gentle smile bloomed. Leaning close, she whispered, ”Holy Son, I’ve etched your name in five places on my body with runes, in five different fonts. While in seclusion, guess where they are. Next time, verify if you’re right.”

Ye Chen was stunned. Her ability to adapt to his tastes in just seven days, enticing him to seek her sooner, was uncanny. Her comprehension was absurdly remarkable.