Immortality Starts With Investment

Luo Bingling appeared formidable but proved extraordinarily fragile in endurance. In stamina, she fell short even of Lu Jing and the others. Yet she always approached it with great enthusiasm. Truly a case of being unskilled yet loving to play. But when it came to cultivation, Luo Bingling was exceedingly diligent. She soon immersed herself fully.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen’s cultivation had reached perfection. The Nirvana Immortal Fetal Spring irrigated his spiritual root, currently undergoing metamorphosis. There was little left to cultivate. Thus, he focused on repairs.

Immortal gold and exquisite jade were lavished without restraint. The more he added, the greater the future feedback. Midway, he even eyed the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade. The holy spirit within was remarkably easy to raise—nothing seemed to wake it.

So Ye Chen expended effort, dulling the edges of several Extreme Dao weapons before scraping a bit of powder from the base. He incorporated it into the Heavenly Emperor War Chariot.

Two full months passed. The once battle-scarred chariot now gleamed anew. Aside from retaining its original shape, everything else was transformed. Its grade had recovered to a high-grade Extreme Dao weapon.

Ye Chen nodded in satisfaction. Next time he met Yan Qingcheng, he would gift her this chariot. The feedback surely wouldn’t disappoint.

Over these two months, the holy spirit—intermittently used as a battlefield—now suffered scraping. It nearly emerged in rage, the crack almost widening.

Too much bullying! Far too much!

When I emerge, you’ll all pay!

But soon, the holy spirit had no energy left for anger.

Luo Bingling, whose cultivation had also reached peak Mahayana Third Heaven, sought to express her joy. At some point, she leaned against the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade once more.

The holy spirit wanted to weep.

I’m soiled again!

…

Two months elapsed.

The group had returned to the Great Yan Continent. Ye Chen originally planned to visit Heavenly Intentionion Holy Land first and deliver the origin to his fiancée. But a sudden upheaval stirred within him.

The spiritual root irrigated by the Nirvana Immortal Fetal Spring, mid-metamorphosis, showed signs of awakening. It seemed on the verge of completion. As the root stirred, his already peaked cultivation surged uncontrollably upward. As though about to break through on the spot.

Ye Chen frowned and suppressed it. When Lan Nuo gained her Sacred Spiritual Root, her cultivation had soared straight to peak Third Heaven. The Immortal Spiritual Root was undoubtedly more terrifying. Merely stirring, and he could barely contain it. The system had said one year for completion. But with his unique physique, a shorter time wasn’t impossible.

Ye Chen had no wish to break through now. The Divine Maiden could still yield gifts. That would strengthen him further. A Sacred Spiritual Root alone caused explosive cultivation growth.

An Immortal Spiritual Root? Upon full awakening, his cultivation would surely erupt. Thus, he needed to break through soon and visit his fiancée after.

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With this in mind, Ye Chen exited the cave heaven, stepped from the cabin, and informed the Holy Master that he needed to visit the Heavenly Desire Sect.

Feng Baiyu grew speechless.

Along the journey, Ye Chen had been surrounded by women—Yao Yuezhi, Little Peacock King’s mother, the Divine Silkworm Clan Leader’s wife, Lan Nuo, and more. Women never ceased around him.

Even on the return, Feng Baiyu often found Ye Chen absent from his cabin. It was easy to guess he had entered the cave heaven to… indulge with Luo Bingling. Yet still unsatisfied—heading to the Heavenly Desire Sect upon return.

This kid…

But Ye Chen was now the undisputed face of Heavenly Evolution Holy Land. And though he played freely, his cultivation speed and combat prowess never lagged. Feng Baiyu said no more, merely redirecting the flying vessel.

At the same time, sensing Ye Chen’s surging, breakthrough-imminent cultivation, Feng Baiyu shook his head. He had planned a leisurely breakthrough—nothing urgent. But now surpassed by Ye Chen? Unacceptable.

Time to accelerate. Upon return, he would find an excuse for one or two years of seclusion, fabricate some fortuitous encounter, and break through to sainthood!

Just to shock the kid. Remind him: there are always greater heavens and stronger people. Your Holy Master will forever be your Holy Master.

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Heavenly Desire Sect.

The Heavenly Desire Sect could once have been called a major sect, but its status had never been particularly high. After all, in the world of immortal cultivation, strength reigned supreme. Yet now, it had truly risen to prominence.

In the struggles over surrounding interests, the Heavenly Desire Sect grew increasingly assertive. The reason was simple. Their divine maiden had been extraordinarily lucky—she had encountered this generation’s heir of the Heavenly Emperor, a man whose lust for women bordered on obsession.

The Heavenly Emperor’s heir did not merely take a fancy to the divine maiden. He devoured young and old alike, even bringing her master into his cave abode. Rumors even swirled that he harbored designs on her grandmaster, forcing the elder to emerge from seclusion...

Who was the Heavenly Emperor’s heir? Even if he failed to ascend to immortality in the future, he was destined to become a Quasi-Immortal.

Back in the Great Yan Continent, those who had once stood on equal footing with him—Yao Gu, the divine son of the Yao Clan, the Heavenly Intention Holy Son, the Heavenly Intention Holy Maiden, and others—had either perished or submitted. The survivors no longer operated on the same plane of existence.

Moreover, the successor despised anyone who dared touch his women. As a result, the Heavenly Desire Sect rose with the tide. It was also said that, because he disliked other men entering the sect, the Heavenly Desire Sect had changed its rules five years ago.

In the past, proud geniuses with powerful backers or mighty experts could freely enter the sect to spend the night with their lovers. Now, no one was permitted inside. Even those with sweethearts in the sect could only meet them in the neighboring immortal city. This naturally drew complaints from many.

Yet even saints dared not offend the Heavenly Emperor’s heir. They could only swallow their grievances. In their hearts, though, they cursed him as a selfish bastard—enjoying himself while caring nothing for others’ plight. Even the ancient Heavenly Emperor had never been this domineering.

Within the Heavenly Desire Sect, the divine maiden Fan Qinghe—whose skin glowed with an amber sheen, as though she bathed daily in thick honey—cultivated in deep concentration. After her flawless transformation the previous time, her aptitude had advanced further. Her cultivation speed accelerated, and her combat strength soared. She had now reached the late stage of the First Heaven.

Yet in several sparring sessions, few elders of the sect—even those at the Second Heaven—could match her. The sect master, meanwhile, radiated contentment and appeared ever more alluring. Though her talent fell short of her disciple’s, she remained only at the early stage of the First Heaven. Still, breaking through to Mahayana had fulfilled her lifelong dream.

More importantly, it seemed she might yet advance further in the future. These prospects filled the voluptuous sect master with daily joy and renewed hope.

”Qinghe, word has come from the Central Continent. Ye Chen’s cultivation has reached the perfection of the Third Heaven...”

The sect master hesitated, a trace of anxiety in her voice. ”Do you think he’ll come? Will he visit us as soon as he returns? Has he contacted you?”

Before, she had been content merely reaching Mahayana. But after tasting it once, she naturally craved more. If she could break through to Half-Saint, that would be even better. Yet she also feared appearing too greedy—that Ye Chen might grow displeased and deny her this time...