Immortality Starts With Investment

The top-notch critical hit proved Yi Qingwu’s true feelings. Her words didn’t matter—her habit of saying one thing while meaning another only added spice in certain moments. Ye Chen read on, eyes widening despite his expectations.

”Reward: True Dragon Undying Herb, True Phoenix Undying Herb!”

”True Dragon Undying Herb: Bears ten True Dragon Origin Fruits every century, healing origin injuries fully, imbued with True Dragon power to boost combat strength if refined…”

”True Phoenix Undying Herb: Bears ten True Phoenix Origin Fruits every century, healing origin injuries fully, with Nirvana power to potentially enhance recovery…”

Ye Chen hadn’t expected the fiancée to yield not one, but two immortal roots. Astounding. Was this the power of a high multiplier? Utterly absurd!

Inspecting his small world, he planted the True Dragon and True Phoenix Undying Herbs beside the Star Pool, alongside the Qilin and Vermilion Bird Herbs. With these, the pool grew even more extraordinary. Adding the three prior trees, Ye Chen now had seven of the twelve immortal roots—halfway there.

Gazing at the crystalline fruits, with tiny dragons and phoenixes swimming within, he was thrilled. Not only could they heal origin injuries, but they offered extra perks: True Dragon boosted attack, True Phoenix granted Nirvana. Far superior to the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid. Best of all, ten fruits every century—more than enough. Either could heal Elder Mo.

After a moment’s thought, Ye Chen plucked a True Phoenix fruit with his divine sense, placing it in a jade box, and contacted Elder Mo.

Above, Mo was sipping tea with Hua Yunfei, whose head glowed faintly. Ye Chen had called Hua Yunfei for caution’s sake.

Mo, curious, asked, ”Your One Qi Transforming Three Purities—has it reached mastery?”

Hua Yunfei smiled, shaking his head. ”Not quite.”

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Mo nodded, unsure if he believed him, his expression tinged with nostalgia. Once, he too was a peerless prodigy like Hua Yunfei and Ye Chen. Soon, he’d fall below Unity. The impermanence of life. His dao heart once held firm, but as his condition worsened, it wavered.

Hua Yunfei, seeing Mo’s low spirits, comforted him. ”Don’t worry about your Immortal Platform. Junior Brother’s luck defies the heavens, and with the Heavenly Emperor’s legacy, even an immortal root isn’t impossible.”

Mo chuckled. Immortal roots were rare, and only the mythical True Dragon and True Phoenix Undying Herbs could heal origin injuries. Missing for a million years, their fruits—ten per century, unlike the abundant Enlightenment Tea leaves—were long gone. It wasn’t about luck. Mo held no hope.

Suddenly, he paused—Ye Chen’s transmission called him. Sensing no danger in Immortal Ascension Pavilion, he descended to the third floor without hesitation.

Yi Qingwu glanced at Mo, unfazed, and carefully stored the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid without a word.

Seeing Elder Mo arrive, Ye Chen handed him a jade box solemnly. ”Elder Mo, don’t open it here. Use it quickly once you do.”

Mo, puzzled but seasoned, knew better than to ask. He flew off.

Back in the void, Hua Yunfei eyed the box curiously, wondering what could prompt Ye Chen to interrupt his time with Yi Qingwu to deliver it.

Mo opened it. Instantly, his body tensed, murky eyes wide with shock. Inside was a small, thumb-sized golden fruit, translucent like jade, with a blood-red phoenix dancing within. Its aura of rebirth made Mo’s shattered Immortal Platform tremble just from the box opening.

”This… True Phoenix Undying Herb fruit?” Mo exclaimed.

Hua Yunfei’s glowing halo flared brighter, his calm shaken. After a long pause, he sighed, ”Junior Brother is truly favored by the heavens! And this fruit’s aura is fresh—it must’ve just ripened.”

They’d just discussed immortal roots, and Ye Chen produced one.

Astounding.

Mo, silent, pieced it together. Ye Chen likely had the True Phoenix Undying Herb for a while, but it bore fruit only once a decade. The moment it did, he gave it to Mo.

Mo had helped him, but not enough to warrant such a treasure. A single True Phoenix fruit could lure Mahayana powerhouses. Giving it meant exposing the herb’s existence—a huge risk. If other Holy Lands or Central Continent powerhouses learned of it, they’d cross seas to seize it. Yet Ye Chen delivered it the moment it ripened.

Mo’s gratitude was beyond words. He glanced at the pavilion’s top floor, resolve hardening, then swallowed the fruit without hesitation. Instantly, divine flames erupted from him, brimming with life. Deep in his brow, his withered, shattered Immortal Platform began to transform.

Hua Yunfei, awed by Ye Chen’s generosity, summoned a dao palace phantom to shield Mo’s aura, protecting him as he refined the fruit.