Immortality Starts With Investment

The fiancée was like a lucky star—always delivering top-tier gifts and experiences. The Healing Secret, a supreme healing technique, overlapped slightly with the True Phoenix Treasure Technique but differed: Phoenix focused on nirvana and nourishment, Healing on rapid restoration. Combined, their effect would be phenomenal. Maybe one day, like an anime protagonist he’d seen in his past life, the heavier his injuries, the stronger he’d rebound, soaring to new heights.

The Devouring Heaven Demon Art, though, didn’t excite him. Devouring ordinary prodigies’ origins yielded too little—barely matching his own, let alone his system’s thousand- or ten-thousand-fold critical hits. Plus, plundering origins likely had hidden risks; it wasn’t righteous. But studying it wasn’t illegal.

Ye Chen nodded. ”Crushing Ying Tiansheng is easy for me now, but you’re right—know your enemy, win every battle. I’ll take a look.”

Yi Qingwu huffed, her enchanting glare electrifying, enough to unsettle any man.

”Don’t get cocky. You don’t know how strong Ying Tiansheng is now. He could rank around fifth among the Central Continent’s ten prodigies. Even with your victory over the Star River King Body and Unity breakthrough, stay cautious.”

She warned earnestly, fearing his overconfidence.

Ye Chen smiled. Ying’s strong? You don’t know how strong I am now. He’d show her next time but said nothing, sitting quietly as her delicate finger touched his brow. Instantly, two vast scriptures flooded his mind.

First, the Healing Secret. Having mastered three full Nine Secrets, he sensed this Healing Secret was incomplete, missing key parts—still a fragment for gifting. A pity; a complete version might’ve triggered all Nine Secrets with one gift.

Shaking his head, he scanned the Devouring Heaven Demon Art. Devour origins to achieve an Acquired Chaos Body! Though he’d heard of it, its details stunned him.

A Chaos Body—stronger even than an Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo—was the cultivation world’s mightiest physique. A technique pushing anyone to that height, even an Acquired version, was extraordinary. Requiring only a spiritual root, even his initial trash root with no physique could rise through devouring. Utterly absurd.

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He genuinely admired the Devouring Female Immortal who created it. She seemed greater than the Emperor. The Emperor had innate talent, but she, a mere mortal, defied fate to craft this technique. Her genius was invincible.

After transmitting everything, Yi Qingwu gave a few more warnings and prepared to leave. She couldn’t let Ying Tiansheng discover her secret meeting with Ye Chen—it could bring unpredictable consequences or even backfire, endangering Ye Chen. She had to return quickly.

Seeing Yi Qingwu’s graceful figure rise to leave, Ye Chen snapped out of his thoughts, startled. ”Leaving already?”

Her heart caught his reluctance. She understood—with his deep feelings, he’d likely pined for her since their last parting. This brief reunion, shorter than past ones, must feel insufficient. Perhaps he craved more.

Truthfully, seeing him made the ”||||\” imprints vibrate wildly, stirring her heart, tempting her to relive their tail-biting serpent beast moment. But time was short; she couldn’t linger.

Softly, she said, ”Ye Chen, I know you’re reluctant and eager. Don’t rush. Once this is over, and I’ve avenged my father, we’ll have all the time in the world. Then, as long as you want, do whatever you wish. Promise me you’ll wait patiently, okay?”

Ye Chen froze. What are you saying? As long as I want? Was he that kind of guy? Misunderstood, he didn’t clarify to spare her embarrassment, nodding instead. From his brow, he summoned a palace flowing with moonlight.

”This should return to its owner. Hide it well, or Ying Tiansheng might suspect you met me.”

Yi Qingwu gazed at the Moon Palace—an Extreme Dao Weapon, rare even among Mahayana cultivators due to its precious materials and crafting difficulty. This was Ye Chen’s third attempt to return it. Her gaze softened further. If asked who she trusted most, she’d name Ye Chen without hesitation.

This time, she didn’t refuse, feeling this might be the endgame. Ying Tiansheng was formidable, the First Nether Son likely hid cards, and Ye Chen might not easily prevail. She might need to act. Reclaiming the Moon Palace would boost her strength immensely.

”Alright, I’m leaving…”

She stored the Moon Palace in her brow, concealing its aura, and bid Ye Chen farewell, her eyes brimming with anticipation and reluctance. Softening, she leaned close, smiling. ”Don’t miss me too much; we’ll meet soon. By then, my fiancé will surely be dead. You can do whatever you want with me.”

Her breathy, enchanting voice dripped with allure as she lightly kissed his face. Her graceful figure vanished, drifting away. A final transmission lingered in his ear: ”If you can’t help missing me, activate the imprint… The stronger your longing, the faster it vibrates! That way, I’ll deeply feel how much you miss me.”