Immortality Starts With Investment

The Extreme Dao Weapon in Ye Chen’s hand wasn’t new to the two women. Truthfully, seeing Ye Chen casually leave it aside, they felt it was wronged. It was an Extreme Dao Weapon! Even the Heavenly Desire Sect had only two or three. Even as Sect Master and divine maiden, breaking through to Mahayana, they’d struggle to gather materials. It would take decades, maybe a century, to barely forge one.

Extreme Dao Weapons were immensely powerful, capable of bearing the Great Dao. For Mahayana cultivators, they boosted combat power beyond imagination. Everyone coveted them. Yet this precious treasure was prepared for Qinghe? Wasn’t that too generous?

Fan Qinghe’s eyes widened to the brim. The Sect Master was filled with envy and jealousy. She was more convinced than ever. Ye Chen was the best protector in Heavenly Desire Sect history. No contest.

Fan Qinghe gazed at the golden spear, tempted but Devouring hard, shaking her head firmly. ”Holy Son, our sect isn’t skilled in combat… After breaking through to Mahayana, unless the Immortal Path opens, I’ll stay in seclusion. In that case, an Extreme Dao Weapon isn’t much use to me. Better you keep it, Holy Son, to boost your strength and sweep all prodigies.”

She was too shy to accept, and clear about her role. Ye Chen’s strength was her strength. Her future rested on him. Strengthening him was most meaningful.

Ye Chen smiled. ”I’m the Heavenly Emperor’s successor. Guess if I lack Extreme Dao Weapons? This belonged to one of the three who ambushed me. I’ve erased its imprint. Take it and refine it!”

With that, he flicked his finger. The spear flew to Fan Qinghe. Not lingering, he said crisply, ”I’m off to cultivate. Wishing you both a swift breakthrough to Mahayana!”

Ye Chen was pleased with Fan Qinghe and the Sect Master. Fan Qinghe was grateful and excelled at reaping benefits. The Sect Master, though unable to trigger feedback, offered an exquisite experience. But these weren’t enough to keep him. Cultivation was paramount. He needed to return to the holy land, plan for gathering Immortal Qi, and reach Mahayana.

…

Ye Chen left the Heavenly Desire Sect without hesitation. Fan Qinghe, watching his back and the spear before her, her eyes brimmed with gratitude and joy. Even if Ye Chen had Extreme Dao Weapons, they were so precious—who’d ever have enough?

Yet Ye Chen not only let her feast fully but prepared Law Qi for her Immortal Platform. Now, he’d even arranged an Extreme Dao Weapon for her Mahayana phase. Such meticulous care made her feel like the happiest female cultivator in the cultivation world. Clutching the spear, she felt as if she were holding Ye Chen, giggling softly.

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The Sect Master, meanwhile, was genuinely envious. She wished a man would provide for her every need. But that was impossible. Still, recalling Ye Chen’s satisfaction with her over the past seven days, her mood lifted. With her all-out efforts, when Ye Chen reached Third Heaven, he wouldn’t skimp on sharing, right?

At that moment, someone approached Fan Qinghe’s cave abode. Seeing who it was, Fan Qinghe exclaimed, ”Grandmaster, why are you here?”

It was her grandmaster, curvaceous as a ripe gourd from every angle, The former divine maiden of the Heavenly Desire Sect.

Hiding envy in her eyes, her pale face spoke weakly to Fan Qinghe. ”Qinghe, my vitality’s damaged. I may not live a few hundred years… The Heavenly Desire Sect’s future rests on you two.”

Fan Qinghe’s joy faded, her eyes widening. Her grandmaster had always been kind to her. She should have thousands of years left. How could she suddenly be failing?

Fan Qinghe asked urgently, but her grandmaster sighed. ”My transformation was incomplete, my strength lacking. A mere graze from the enemy’s divine light caused severe injuries… Unless I break through to half-saint, I’ll only grow weaker. But my protector fell long ago…”

The hidden despair in her grandmaster’s mature, beautiful face made Qinghe’s heart ache. Should she beg the Holy Son for her grandmaster next time? But then, something felt off. She eyed her grandmaster suspiciously. Was she, like her master, coveting her protector?

…

Joining Feng Baiyu and Elder Mo, They flew back to Heavenly Evolution Holy Land. Ye Chen didn’t hold back, gifting a hundred fresh tea leaves and a bottle of osmanthus from the Moon Laurel Immortal Tree to each elder.

Though he had trump cards and didn’t need help, Ye Chen didn’t want to be a lone wolf. Rather than facing the world alone, he preferred ganging up on a single foe. So, gifts were necessary. It’d make rallying help easier next time. In his mind, the system’s voice echoed.

”Congratulations, host, for successful gifting…”

”Gift: Low-grade Extreme Dao Weapon!”

”2,500x feedback in progress…”

”Detected: Gift is highly significant to recipient…”

”Triggered max critical hit reward.”

”Feedback: Immortal Artifact Devouring Heaven Demon Jar!”

”Devouring Heaven Demon Jar: Forged from the shed demonic body of the Devouring Female Immortal. Immense power, capable of devouring all creation. Driven by Devouring Heaven Demon Art, it can purify others’ origins to the purest state, free of any risks…”

Ye Chen’s eyes lit up. His second immortal artifact. And it was from the Devouring Lineage. Next time he faced Alkaid Holy Son, revealing this would brand Alkaid a fake successor.

The thought was amusing. He couldn’t use the immortal artifact yet, but it could purify origins, making gifts safer. No worries about the fiancée getting sick from tainted origins.

Ye Chen’s spirit sense probed the small world. Beside the Heavenly Emperor Sword, a black jar appeared. Composed of a body and lid, it bore eerie ghost-face patterns that seemed to grin, unsettlingly fearsome. Its aura was terrifying, no weaker than the Undying Celestial Blade, perhaps even stronger, pushing the blade aside.

The two hovered side by side in the small world’s sky, a testament to the Devouring Female Immortal’s terror. Ye Chen stared at the jar, even touching it. No system prompt sounded. He gave up hope. He’d wondered if, being made from the Female Immortal’s body, it might carry a multiplier. Clearly, he’d overthought. Still, forging an immortal artifact from one’s shed body, even a demonic one, was wild. This Devouring Female Immortal was a ruthless figure!