Immortality Starts With Investment

The Heavenly Emperor’s infamy made his heir a focal point, and Ye Chen’s confirmed status sent ripples through the cultivation world. His name became synonymous with this generation’s prodigies. Yet, the fabled heir was secluded in Heavenly Evolution Holy Land.

Ye Chen sat in his cave’s meditation chamber, projecting his small world’s Moon Laurel Immortal Tree and Fusang Divine Tree. Though lacking their full might, they channeled Great Yin and Great Yang Holy Power, allowing seamless cultivation without entering the small world.

Suddenly, his aura surged, his brow radiating brilliant light. In his sea of spirit sense, his primordial spirit’s purple aura thickened, and his Heaven and Earth Manifestation, though faceless, revealed clear muscles, hair, and chaotic runes on its divine axe, exuding a terrifying aura capable of annihilating all if unleashed.

Now mid-Deity Transformation, Ye Chen didn’t rise immediately but assessed his changes. His primordial spirit strengthened, spirit sense surged, and his body improved slightly—expected for a minor breakthrough.

The greatest gain was in Heaven and Earth Manifestation. The vast Great Yang and Great Yin Holy Power from the trees, refined by Ye Chen, poured into it. Such volume could perfect most Heaven and Earth Manifestation techniques, reaching a thousand-meter height. His, though only a hundred meters, held unimaginable power—one axe could cleave the world.

If Heavenly Intention Holy Son ambushed now, a single strike wouldn’t just wound his hand but split him entirely. The chaotic axe’s nature ensured near-impossible recovery without supreme techniques, guaranteeing death.

Satisfied, Ye Chen paused cultivation, contemplating his Phoenix tail feathers. He stripped dozens of their down, fusing it with Heavenly Silkworm Silk to craft a Dao Weapon-grade glove for Senior An. Nearing Deity Transformation from late Nascent Soul, she’d soon use it. With Phoenix down as the core, it promised immense power, stunning aesthetics, and perfect feel—ideal for gifting. Its value should trigger an Extreme Dao Weapon feedback.

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Acting swiftly, Ye Chen entered the crafting room.

Half a month later, he emerged, content. Curiosity about where Lin Qingtan etched his name resurfaced. After a month and a half of seclusion post her devotion, ignoring her seemed cold. He decided to visit.

He arrived at Lin Qingtan’s cave on Ascension Peak’s mountainside. Unlike her past isolation behind arrays, her cave now stood open. She lounged in the courtyard, sunbathing in a flowing purple dress, radiant under the light, exuding charm.

Lin Qingtan’s face and legs gleamed, rune-free, except for a demonic flower on her right hand. Noticing Ye Chen, she smiled. ”Holy Son, here to guess the name placements?”

He nodded, and they entered her cave, sealing the restrictions. Instead of revealing, she had him name each spot. As he listed all five correctly, she dispelled the divine light for verification. Ye Chen enjoyed it at first but soon suspected she adjusted the runes to match his guesses. This enchantress was too adept at captivating him.

They stumbled on a new game: Lin Qingtan hid most of a rune pattern with divine light, showing only a fragment for him to guess the full design. Correct or not, rewards followed. Her mastery of the runes’ allure ensnared Ye Chen, turning a brief visit into five days of indulgence.

He didn’t waste the time, gifting her daily—her one-day cooldown and 3,000-fold feedback too good to miss, even without criticals.

After five days, he declined further games. He needed to check on Senior An and resume seclusion. With the Moon Laurel and Fusang Trees, he could cultivate non-stop, hitting late Deity Transformation in a year or two and preparing for Unity. His Heavenly Emperor heir title, now confirmed, might draw trouble, so he had to bolster his strength. Runes, however fun, had to wait.

Lin Qingtan didn’t insist. She conjured a navel-baring dress, revealing a seven-colored fishtail rune below her belly button, hinting at a hidden fish head.

Ye Chen’s mind raced—where was it? As he imagined, she giggled. ”I’ll keep the runes active. Want to know more? Come find me.”

Helpless, Ye Chen marveled. The once-cold Lin Qingtan, post-recovery, was a seductive master of her charms. As Holy Son, resisting temptation to focus on cultivation was grueling. Waving off distractions, he left with a firm Dao heart.

Outside, he spotted Li Feihuang, her red hair subdued, waiting. Her phoenix eyes narrowed as he emerged. Unsurprised—his spirit sense had detected her two days ago—he smiled lightly and flew toward Senior An’s cave.