Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 807: Are You Serious?

What?

Every onlooker stared at the jade vial in Ye Chen's hand, frozen in shock.

The Heavenly Emperor's heir intended to gift the legendary Nirvana Sacred Liquid to Fairy Lan Nuo? Was this real?

It was the Nirvana Sacred Liquid. Refining it would elevate one's spiritual root to the unparalleled Sacred Spiritual Root. Beyond astonishing cultivation speed, it bestowed myriad divine abilities. And countless hidden benefits unknown to outsiders.

Everyone knew the Heavenly Emperor's heir lavished treasures on female cultivators without restraint. Many had grumbled, convinced it stemmed from inheriting the Heavenly Emperor's vault—nothing was scarce for him. If they possessed such a vault, overflowing with every resource, they too would gift freely.

Yet now the crowd realized how utterly wrong they had been. Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade was rare enough. One gestating a holy spirit?

Inconceivably rarer. Even the Heavenly Emperor could never have owned it. His vault held no such thing. And the heir planned to give it to Fairy Lan Nuo!

Did he not desire a Sacred Spiritual Root himself? Was his devotion to women truly this extreme? Or had his confidence reached the point where he believed he could ascend without one?

Either way, it defied reason.

Still, expectation flickered in their eyes. They had no chance themselves. Compared to Ye Chen claiming it, they far preferred Lan Nuo accept. His talent already stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world. Only a handful of legendary figures could rival him. Add a Sacred Spiritual Root, and he would crush everyone. Barring premature death, immortality would hold no suspense. But if Lan Nuo took it, gaining the Sacred Spiritual Root, it merely added one more supreme genius to the ranks.

For most cultivators, that was actually good news. The more apex existences, the more they balanced one another, drawing all attention. Only then could ordinary prodigies slip through and seize opportunities.

Across a million years of Immortal Path, not always had the most gifted claimed the prize. Many dark horses had risen. Often because supreme beings clashed fiercely, suffered setbacks, or fell—clearing the way for those originally without hope to snatch Immortal Qi and achieve true immortality.

Thus, when one era birthed a heaven-defying monster, the only prayer for common prodigies was that such monsters not stand alone. They genuinely hoped Lan Nuo would accept.

…

Lan Nuo herself stood stunned. Deep in her heart, she naturally craved a Sacred Spiritual Root. Who wouldn't want greater strength? Especially Lan Nuo—stronger herself meant greater chances to shine. With a Sacred Spiritual Root, she might have suppressed two saints without Ye Chen draining their origin first.

Yet she harbored no greed for the Nirvana Sacred Liquid. She wished only for the Ye Chen she loved to claim it—for him to ascend. Without hesitation, she shook her head. "I need no Sacred Spiritual Root to contend on the Immortal Path and suppress all enemies under heaven! Talent does not decide everything… In the past, the Heavenly Emperor slew countless geniuses more gifted than he. I can do the same!"

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Her words rang with boundless confidence, radiating the aura of a supreme prodigy. Yet the crowd's expressions turned complicated. Many felt she had grown overly self-assured.

Lan Nuo was formidable, yet clearly lagged behind the Heavenly Emperor's heir.

The Celestial Prince reportedly cultivated an ancient scripture surpassing immortal classics—sleeping a million years for it, reaping staggering gains. His talent eclipsed all predecessors.

The Seven-Crowned King likewise boasted terrifying gifts—an existence that defied the heavens. Rumors claimed he wielded a mysterious sapling; one strike had annihilated a Great Emperor.

Some suspected it was a World Tree seedling. It was said to be the reason he could seal himself across seven lives. Whispers even spoke of a reincarnated banished immortal who had briefly appeared in the ninth realm. Any one of these figures, placed in any other era's Immortal Path, would have ascended without question. The ferocity of this era's competition was plain.

In such circumstances, Fairy Lan Nuo's declaration… Frankly, it felt a little forced…

Ye Chen understood Lan Nuo's personality all too well. In front of outsiders, she never spoke kindly. He knew exactly what she was thinking. She wanted him to keep the Nirvana Sacred Liquid for himself.

But Ye Chen was determined to give it away. A Sacred Spiritual Root was indeed formidable. Yet he aimed higher. Legend claimed that in the immortal realm, an Immortal Spiritual Root might appear once every million years.

Little was recorded of its other wonders. Even in the immortal realm, such roots were exceedingly rare. Not even when the Jianmu Tree was still connected to the worlds had an Immortal Spiritual Root ever descended to the lower realms.

Knowledge of it was scarce. But Ye Chen had once read a single line: Possessing an Immortal Spiritual Root virtually guaranteed future attainment of Immortal King. That alone revealed its terror. With Lan Nuo's deeply grateful nature, who knew—she might yield an Immortal Spiritual Root for him.

Thus, without the slightest hesitation, he spoke. "My heart admires Fairy Lan. Naturally, I must offer her only the very best. I treat other women the same way—how could I favor one over another with Fairy Lan? Since I intend to gift the Nirvana Sacred Liquid, even if it goes unaccepted, I will never keep it. If Fairy Lan truly refuses, I will discard it…"

His words fell. The entire field erupted in renewed uproar.

That was the Nirvana Sacred Liquid! It determined a Sacred Spiritual Root! If she wouldn't take it, the Heavenly Emperor's heir wouldn't pocket it himself—he'd throw it away?

No one believed it possible. Yet every gaze locked involuntarily on Ye Chen's hand. Top-tier movement techniques were readied in secret. Improbable as it seemed, if he truly tossed it out, they would be the first to lunge. They couldn't contend with the Heavenly Emperor's heir. But surely they could out-scramble the others!

Lan Nuo's heart seized with urgent worry. She feared he was offering it only because she had accompanied him—out of pride, to save face. But she harbored no such desire. Her expression remained icy aloofness, yet she hastily transmitted her voice to him. "Master, I truly don't want the Nirvana Sacred Liquid. When the family asked me, I unhesitatingly said to yield it to you. So please, refine it quickly! Otherwise, delays breed complications. Once word spreads, more saints—or even great saints—might sever their cultivation to descend. Then the fourth realm will descend into total chaos. Master, I beg you—hurry, please?"

Severing cultivation carried an enormous cost. Centuries, even millennia of bitter cultivation were wasted. But for the Nirvana Sacred Liquid—for a Sacred Spiritual Root—it was worth it.

The longer the delay, the greater the risk of unforeseen trouble. Those who had severed their realms—having once touched higher boundaries—possessed comprehension of the world and its laws far surpassing fourth-realm cultivators. They could genuinely threaten Ye Chen.

Lan Nuo transmitted her earnest plea, hoping only that he would refine the sacred liquid swiftly. But in the next instant, her eyes widened in shock. Ye Chen's hand flicked without hesitation. The jade vial containing the Nirvana Sacred Liquid arced through the air—truly discarded.

In that moment, the entire small world fell deathly silent.

You're actually throwing it?! That's the Nirvana Sacred Liquid!

This defied all reason. The silence lasted only a heartbeat. The next instant, the small world trembled violently. Every cultivator went utterly mad…