Immortality Starts With Investment

Ye Chen’s words were gentle and sincere. He truly meant them. Divine Maidens feared their protectors dying mid-journey, cutting off their immortal path. But Ye Chen worried more about Fan Qinghe dying, leaving him no one to gift to. Recipients who could absorb his cultivation, like the little demoness who could take organs, were rare. Thus, gifting the Weapon to Fan Qinghe was heartfelt.

Amid the crowd’s envious stares, Fan Qinghe accepted it with deep emotion. Instantly, a system prompt echoed in Ye Chen’s mind:

”Congratulations, Host, for successfully bestowing a gift…”

”Gift: Top-tier Dao Weapon—Stellar River!”

”1,800-fold feedback in progress…”

”Detected: Gift highly compatible with recipient…”

”Triggered: Critical reward!”

”Reward: Extreme Dao Weapon—Heavenly Emperor Sword!”

”Heavenly Emperor Sword: Forged by the Heavenly Emperor in his Mahayana stage from a Great Luo Sword Embryo, mixed with Black Yellow Primordial Essence and various immortal metals in a forbidden land with supreme power. Unmatched in might and attack! The strongest Extreme Dao Weapon in this realm!”

Ye Chen’s eyes lit up. He’d known the Stellar River’s power would yield a fierce weapon, and it delivered—the Heavenly Emperor’s Mahayana-stage sword! Impressive!

But the constant Heavenly Emperor-related rewards made him wonder if the Emperor was the system’s sponsor. Unlikely, he concluded—probably just because the Emperor’s path was perfect, so the system rewarded related treasures.

Dismissing the thought, Ye Chen urged Fan Qinghe to rest after nirvana, not to rush cultivation. With a tender kiss, savoring her ”combat prowess,” he departed gracefully under the crowd’s gaze.

Fan Qinghe planned to seclude herself for her second nirvana, aiming for Unity. She resolved to cultivate diligently to surprise Ye Chen next time. But, reflecting on his vast foundation—likely to surge further in Unity—she wondered if she should search the sect’s treasury for treasures or techniques to boost her capacity, allowing her to absorb more next time.

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As she pondered, her master stopped her. ”Qinghe, I need a favor!”

Before thinking, Fan Qinghe shook her head reflexively. The Sect Leader’s mouth twitched, ignoring the refusal. ”Qinghe, I’ve been stuck at Unity’s peak for years without a protector, with no hope of breaking through. I don’t want the Path of All Beings. I’d given up on Mahayana, but now I see a chance. Please help.”

Fan Qinghe shook her head faster, stirring a gust.

”I swear I won’t steal your man—just once! When you absorb in Unity, bring me along. I’ll only take what you can’t, okay? Still no? Fine, I won’t touch Ye Chen—you can channel for both of us!”

Fan Qinghe kept shaking her head, whipping up a chilling wind across the Heavenly Desire Sect.

Seeing Fan Qinghe unmoved, the Heavenly Desire Sect Leader didn’t grow angry but smiled warmly. ”How wonderful. Sixty years ago, when I found you, I was at Unity’s peak, heartbroken after my protector’s death. In the morning mist of a great mountain, I found you on a green lotus leaf—hence your name, Qinghe. You brought new life to me, rekindling my spirit. Yet, all these years, I remain at Unity’s peak. Watching you grow has been my greatest joy. I was only joking earlier. Though I poured everything into your growth—countless resources…

”Do you remember when I nearly died in the Endless Sea seeking a top-tier Core Formation spirit item for you, bedridden for five years? Or when I spent my savings to get you the finest Heart Refining Technique for your Nascent Soul breakthrough? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. It’s what a master should do. I’ve long seen you as my daughter—don’t overthink it. Don’t worry that refusing me will trap me at Unity forever, doomed to die in a few centuries. I’m used to it. Breaking through to Mahayana would add two thousand years, but I don’t care. As long as you strive for the immortal path, I’ll be happy even in death.”

She smiled, patting Fan Qinghe’s delicate ear, then floated away, her alluring figure tinged with sorrow.

Fan Qinghe, fiercely protective, wavered. Her master’s sacrifices, treating her like a daughter, and her sixty-year stagnation at Unity’s peak—plus the promise of two thousand more years in Mahayana—stirred hesitation on her lovely face.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen didn’t return to Heavenly Evolution Holy Land. He headed to the Sword Sect to visit his master and share the Triple Charm Unity method. Afterward, he’d visit the Yao Clan. Since Senior Sister Yao Xi became their Divine Maiden, they hadn’t met, only exchanging letters and gifts through others. He wanted to check on her. If she wasn’t thriving, he’d take her away. If she was content, he’d respect her choice.

Once done, he’d return to Heavenly Evolution Holy Land to break through to Unity. He wondered: during his Deity Transformation tribulation, he faced an ancient Heavy Pupils cultivator. Who would he meet this time? The Heavenly Emperor himself?