Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 419: Cutting Off My Own Immortal Path?

The 1,500-times multiplier combined with a top-notch critical hit left even Ye Chen, a seasoned prodigy, utterly shocked. This was Fan Qinghe's second top-tier critical hit feedback.

Ye Chen almost regretted sending her away so hastily. Fan Qinghe was clearly a walking jackpot. If he kept her close, triggering critical hits now and then, wouldn't he soar to the heavens?

The ten-thousand-times spiritual sense boost was beyond comprehension. In cultivation, the higher the realm, the greater the gap. For instance, a peak Nascent Soul cultivator's spiritual sense might be rated at one.

Upon reaching Deity Transformation and condensing a primordial spirit, it could rise to about three hundred times stronger. Exceptional talents might hit five hundred, and the absolute top prodigies could reach a thousand.

But Ye Chen? His spiritual sense was already outrageously strong, surpassing most Deity Transformation cultivators. Now, with a ten-thousand-times boost, what did that mean? Even a peak Deity Transformation prodigy like the Heavenly Intention Holy Son, with terrifying spiritual sense, would be crushed by Ye Chen in this aspect.

And the fiancée, Yi Qingwu, with her Broad Cold Immortal Physique, was renowned for her spiritual sense prowess. But no matter how strong, she couldn't compare to him now. In a spiritual sense battle, she'd be obliterated without a chance to resist.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator with such unprecedented spiritual sense, his future primordial spirit, upon breaking through to Deity Transformation, would be unimaginable. And after condensing it, his spiritual sense would surge again—likely by at least two thousand times, given his talent.

How strong would that be? Ye Chen hardly dared to imagine. He even felt an urge to break through to Deity Transformation right now and shout, "Primordial Spirit, activate!"

The ten-thousand-times spiritual sense alone was thrilling enough, worth every bit of his simp-like devotion as a top prodigy. But it wasn't even the limit. The Yin-Yang Dao Sea was another shock. The "boundless" aspect alone solved a pressing concern.

Like Fan Qinghe, whose sea of spirit sense had been stretched to the brim, every cultivator had a limit to how much spiritual power or spiritual sense their realm could hold. Prodigies had higher limits, ordinary cultivators lower ones, but no one could claim infinity.

Ye Chen had worried that such a massive spiritual sense boost might overload and destroy him. Now, with the boundless Yin-Yang Dao Sea, he could easily contain it. Even when his spiritual sense surged again upon reaching Unity or condensing his primordial spirit, he wouldn't fear his sea collapsing. It also amplified his spiritual sense's power and offered other mystical benefits, with uses extending to the Unity and Mahayana stages.

This gift's rewards far exceeded his expectations. The ten-thousand-times spiritual sense and Yin-Yang Dao Sea multiplied his combat strength countless times. No breaking, no rebuilding—truly worth it.

Being Fan Qinghe's protector was too sweet. It made him eagerly anticipate her future nirvanas. The Nirvana Scripture had five transformations leading to immortality, though most Divine Maidens only managed two or three, as their protectors couldn't withstand the drain or recover in time to keep up with their cultivation.

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But Ye Chen, through his relentless effort and "no breaking, no rebuilding," far surpassed the past. He'd never lag behind. Instead, he worried Fan Qinghe's progress might not keep up with him. So, he decided: even outside of nirvana, he'd feed her treasures.

Enlightenment Tea Leaves? He'd send her a hundred or so annually. The Moon Laurel Tree? If Yi Qingwu proved cooperative and triggered critical hits, he'd gift Fan Qinghe a couple of pounds of its flowers yearly.

In his eyes, Fan Qinghe's status had skyrocketed—a true treasure of a woman. But that was for later. Shaking off his wandering thoughts, Ye Chen chose to accept the system's rewards.

The next moment, a radiant black-and-white divine light blossomed at the center of Ye Chen’s brow. The light swirled ceaselessly, transforming into yin-yang fish that shimmered brilliantly deep within his forehead.

His once-barren sea of consciousness ascended in that instant, evolving into a Yin-Yang Dao Sea. At the same time, an unimaginably profound spiritual sense descended with a thunderous roar. Ten thousand times the strength of ordinary spiritual sense—what a terrifying force.

The mere ripple it unintentionally emitted caused the protective arrays of the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land’s mansion to tremble violently. Servants and disciples within the mansion turned toward the seclusion chamber, their faces etched with shock.

Such a fearsome fluctuation of spiritual sense—had the Holy Son broken through to the Deity Transformation stage? It was almost too astonishing to believe. Truly, the Holy Son was extraordinary. But why was there no heavenly tribulation? Could it be that the last time he broke through, the Holy Son had fought so fiercely that the tribulation dared not appear?

Speculation buzzed among his peers.

Meanwhile, outside the mansion, discussions about Ye Chen surged once more. Word had spread that the Heavenly Desire Divine Maiden, Fan Qinghe, had spent three days with the Holy Son before departing. When she left, the Divine Maiden glowed with vitality, as if she had been nourished. In contrast, the Fourth Holy Son appeared drained, with dark circles under his eyes—a near-impossible condition for a Nascent Soul cultivator, who could go a year without sleep and feel no strain.

The only explanation was that the Fourth Holy Son had been utterly depleted. But how could that be? A prodigy like him, destined to tread the path to immortality—how could he willingly become a mere furnace, a stepping stone for another’s cultivation? The Fourth Holy Son wasn’t brainless!

At first, no one believed the rumors. But soon, a cultivator from the Yao family provided concrete evidence: Ye Chen had become the Divine Maiden’s protector. News also trickled out from the Heavenly Desire Sect, confirming that their Divine Maiden, Fan Qinghe, had selected a suitable protector and planted her divine seed. She had returned to her sect to enter seclusion, preparing for the first transformation of nirvana and her breakthrough to the Deity Transformation stage.

When the news broke, all of White Emperor City was shaken.

Had the Fourth Holy Son truly become a protector? Was he out of his mind? Even if the drain wasn’t severe and he could recover, it would take time. The Fourth Holy Son was already slightly behind in cultivation. And this era was said to be the final opportunity for the immortal path to open in the cultivation world. Prodigies from all corners would vie fiercely for supremacy. In the Central Continent, ancient figures from ten thousand years ago were awakening. In the exiled Northern Continent, the shattered remnants of ancient races were stirring, testing the waters.

The stakes of this era were clear. Yet the Fourth Holy Son had made such a foolish choice?

Once the news was confirmed, sighs of regret filled the air. Many believed Ye Chen was severing his own path to immortality. A prodigy with the potential to contend for the immortal road had chosen to degrade himself—a truly idiotic decision. Some pitied him, others were baffled, and some gloated over his misfortune.

Within the Tianyi Holy Land’s mansion, the two legacy disciples nearly leaped with joy upon hearing the news. They immediately rushed to report it to Yi Qingwu, who was still lingering in White Emperor City, waiting for her chance.