Immortality Starts With Investment

Go to the cave abode to ”set rules”? Ye Chen’s eyes lit up. He bowed his head, playing along. ”Sorry, my fiancée, you’re too beautiful. I couldn’t help myself. I won’t do it again…”

Yi Qingwu snorted, tossing out, ”Who’s your fiancée?” before turning and gliding toward the Holy Maiden Peak. Ye Chen followed closely.

The Heavenly Intention prodigies felt a bit better. Though their Holy Maiden was to be married, she seemed to have Ye Chen under control—a small comfort.

Inside the cave abode, Yi Qingwu was about to warn Ye Chen to keep a low profile to avoid trouble when he pressed her head down. Furious, she snapped, ”Ye the Fourth, how dare you! What do you take me for?”

Ye Chen chuckled, whispering, ”Qingwu, you wouldn’t want Heavenly Intention Holy Land to know you killed the Heavenly Intention Holy Son, would you?”

Her eyes blazed with anger. ”Ye the Fourth, you’re shameless!”

But despite her fury, she didn’t resist, complying silently. At the moment, she muttered, ”You can only use this secret once.”

Ye Chen sighed contentedly, meeting her gaze after a while, grinning. ”This secret? I’ll hold you with it forever.”

He’d thought her earlier act was to provoke the Heavenly Intention Holy Son, but with him long dead, she didn’t need to pretend. Yet her reaction showed he’d misjudged—she genuinely enjoyed this dynamic. So, he played along, and the results were… delightful. The osmanthus fragrance was intoxicating, impossible to resist.

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During the week, Ye Chen worried she might push for intimacy that could harm his cultivation. Surprisingly, she never brought it up. On the seventh day, he asked.

Her face resolute, brimming with competitive fire, she said, ”Last time, that barefoot woman outdid me, stealing the lead! Next time, I’ll do what she did—sit longer, make her watch and endure!”

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Ye Chen gave a silent thumbs-up, seemingly for Yi Qingwu’s spirit, but truly for the little demoness who’d helped him immensely.

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The week passed. The Heavenly Intention Holy Master sent elders to host Ye Chen, recognizing his rare talent, worthy of investment. But each invitation was declined, barred from Yi Qingwu’s cave abode, brushed off with claims of ”discussing the Dao.” A week of seclusion fueled wild speculation, especially among Yi Qingwu’s admirers, whose hearts shattered.

A whole week? Ye the Fourth was too much. Couldn’t he be gentler with their Holy Maiden?

Inside, the two, once entwined like a serpent, now sat in normal cultivation. Yi Qingwu’s refined features held a forced chill, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her, adding a unique allure, like a living painting.

Ye Chen studied her, pondering his next gift. For maximum gain, origin was best—it’d boost her talent and multiplier, amplifying future gift rewards. But first, he needed to know how long it took her to refine the Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s origin. If too long, he wouldn’t wait. He had to see his master, deliver the Immortal Qi, and show his filial piety.

”Qingwu, how long did it take to refine the Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s origin?” Ye Chen asked.

Yi Qingwu’s eyes widened, glaring. ”Using that to threaten me again? What humiliation this time?”

Ye Chen: ”…”

It took half a day to convince her he was serious, not aiming to ”carve symbols.”

She pondered. ”About half a month. The origins were pure, easy to absorb.”

Ye Chen’s eyes lit up. Purer origins refined faster, and his were filtered by the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar—an immortal artifact forged from a fallen immortal’s demonic husk. Its purification was unmatched.

Gifting these to the fiancée, she’d likely refine them in two months at most. He could wait. Without hesitation, he reached into the void, producing a swirling mass of astonishingly pure origin energy.

Yi Qingwu’s shock surpassed before. This origin was flawless, devoid of impurities, and vast—five to six times the Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s. She looked at Ye Chen, emotions complex.

He smiled gently. ”This comes from the Star River King Body and those who ambushed me. I preserved their origins, purifying them daily with the Indestructible Heavenly Art. You’re nearing Mahayana; enhancing your physique now will benefit you greatly after breaking through.”

Her pupils trembled with shock. She’d gained the Indestructible Heavenly Art from him. These origins could have boosted his own physique immensely, yet he’d saved them, tirelessly refining them for her.

The weight of his devotion overwhelmed her. She tried to refuse. ”Keep them. You’ll face many foes on the Immortal Path…”

Ye Chen shook his head, his voice both domineering and tender. ”On the Immortal Path, no one qualifies as my foe. To me, you’re more important than ascension. Everything precious is for you.”