Immortality Starts With Investment

After finishing his gifts, Ye Chen departed. It wasn’t that he had overindulged and raised his threshold too high. Or that the lighter flavors no longer stirred him. His cultivation simply neared a critical point. Naturally, he needed to seize the time and break through to late third heaven as soon as possible.

Within his small world, Ye Chen circulated the Heavenly Emperor Scripture. He sat side by side with Luo Bingling beneath the Enlightenment Tea Tree, illusory shadows of the Dao Cauldron and Nine Transformations Heavenly Furnace manifesting behind them. Both cultivated earnestly.

Ye Chen had initially worried Luo Bingling—having tasted the marrow—would cling to him upon sight. He had prepared to lecture her sternly: don’t lose ambition over pleasure; cultivation came first. Yet unexpectedly, Luo Bingling proved even more dedicated than he.

As a War God Clan member, she treasured this hard-won rapid cultivation opportunity. Her clan had unhesitatingly chosen the divine son, abandoning her. Even when Ye Chen captured her into his cave heaven, the great powers showed no intent to rescue her.

These experiences not only shattered her lingering attachments. They ignited deep resentment within. She vowed to one day blast her clan’s divine son to pieces. Make those short-sighted old fogeys of the War God Clan see clearly. What it meant to pick up sesame seeds and lose the watermelon.

Thus, Luo Bingling focused intensely. When it was time to play, she played wholeheartedly. When it was time to cultivate, she didn’t open her eyes a crack. If possible, she wished to remain in Ye Chen’s cave heaven until the end of time.

This amused Ye Chen greatly. It only deepened his desire to drag Lu Jing in—let her properly spur the slacker. But thoughts racing, Ye Chen soon calmed and immersed himself seriously in cultivation.

Since the last feedback yielded Chaos Spiritual Qi Sacred Origin Crystals, he had tossed them into his small world. Now, spiritual qi density had exploded over a hundredfold.

Moreover, it had sublimated into chaos spiritual qi. Compared to ordinary spiritual qi, it vastly accelerated cultivation speed. Yet in truth, Ye Chen felt no change in his own progress.

Not that the chaos qi was ineffective. Luo Bingling was practically soaring with joy. The effects were stark. Thus, the issue lay with his spiritual root. They had truly reached their limit—unable to go faster.

Ye Chen introspected. His pristine white heavenly spiritual root operated ceaselessly at maximum output, faint spiritual mist steaming off it. As though overheating.

Ye Chen even feared that continuing this extreme suppression might cause his roots to fail and strike. Though cultivation history recorded no spiritual root ever ”breaking” from overuse.

The problem: no one in history had likely faced his level of amplification.

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Primordial Chaos Supreme Body, chaos spiritual qi, unprecedented cave heaven foundation, various immortal artifacts, enlightenment tea tree overhead...

All forced his heavenly roots into perpetual full-throttle operation. Whether they might one day quit remained uncertain.

For now, Ye Chen had no solution. He could only silently encourage his root to hold on—keep going strong. Once his cultivation rose, he found suitable treasures. Perhaps a critical hit would yield something superior. Then he could optimize the heavenly root—let it rest properly.

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The days that followed passed peacefully.

Every week, Ye Chen emerged from seclusion to deliver gifts to Lan Nuo. He no longer left immediately after. He lingered for sweet whispers and light intimacy—stopping just short. Along the way, he imparted dao and law insights, resolving her cultivation confusions.

Thus, a month later, Ye Chen finally broke through. Beneath the enlightenment tea tree, his already terrifying aura surged dramatically. A vortex of fearsome Spiritual Qi swirled around him.

Even Luo Bingling, deep in cultivation, startled awake—gazing at Ye Chen in astonishment. She had thought—with identical conditions and her own diligent effort—she might breakthrough to the late stage before him.

Yet Ye Chen proved swifter than imagined. Still, no dejection touched her. Her husband, of course—the stronger, the better.

Luo Bingling usually cultivated single-mindedly, but emerging now, she felt no rush to resume. Biting her lip gently, her beautiful eyes shimmered as she gazed at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen savored the explosive aura growth. The Nine Transformations Heavenly Furnace further amplified post-breakthrough gains—a satisfactory smile spread across his face. Now late third heaven.

At his current heavenly root conversion speed, another year of accumulation would reach the perfection—peak stage. Then, return to the Great Yan Continent for a Heavenly Desire Sect visit... But soon, he sensed a heated gaze upon him. Next came the sound of splashing water.

Opening his eyes, Ye Chen beheld Luo Bingling—clad in golden armor—immersed in the star pool. She twisted her waist lightly, exquisite curves and alluring dimples breathtaking.

After nearly a month of light flavors, Ye Chen’s interest ignited. He rose slowly, striding into the pool...

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Three days later.

Watching Luo Bingling force herself up—stubbornly resuming her cultivation—Ye Chen chuckled and drifted leisurely from the small world. Emerging in the cave abode, he noticed an active transmission talisman.

Opening it revealed a message from the Lan elder who had received a high-grade Extreme Dao weapon—inviting him to the main hall for discussion. No rush—come whenever he saw it.

Ye Chen smiled at this. His stay in the Lan family revealed decent people—proper family values. No wonder they raised a girl like Lan Nuo.

Similar to the Heavenly Demon Clan. Even without Lan Nuo’s sake, Ye Chen gladly befriended such a family. Thus, for the meeting, a greeting gift seemed fitting!

Tidying briefly, he exited the cave abode, flying straight to the Lan main hall.

Within the hall, seven elders sat in closed-eyed repose. At their realm, days of stillness posed no issue.

Yet one Saint King frowned. ”Three days already, and he hasn’t come. Did he truly miss the message—or is he too arrogant? Believing his talent supreme, he disregards us?”

Though the ancestor had decided, two elders remained reluctant—feeling it let an outsider reap benefits. With more thought and effort, perhaps the clan could claim the Nirvana Sacred Liquid themselves. The idea of Ye Chen profiting pained them. Thus, they stirred up trouble now, hoping to sway opinion.

The elder who accepted Ye Chen’s weapon was prepared to speak. But the next instant, all turned toward the hall entrance. A tall, upright figure entered—divine radiance flowing, immortal aura drifting.

Who else but Ye Chen!