Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 814: The Wronged Holy Spirit!

Before Lan Nuo's seclusion cave. Upon learning she was about to enter closed-door cultivation, the Lan family members grew immensely excited. They arrived in droves. Many clansmen even came to pay their respects.

After all, the current Lan Nuo truly deserved the title of the greatest genius in Lan family history. The third Sacred Spiritual Root bearer in the entire history of the cultivation world. She had genuinely surpassed the ancestors. The pride of the Lan family.

Yet seeing the crowd, Lan Nuo instantly shed her earlier playful adorableness. Her demeanor turned icy in a flash. She nodded slowly to the clansmen. She had originally planned to act coquettishly toward Ye Chen, making him promise "next time for sure."

But with so many present, she clearly couldn't say that. Instead, she spoke coolly, "My fate is mine, not heaven's! When we meet again, if you still refuse me, I'll take it myself!"

Ye Chen burst into laughter at her words.

The Lan elders, however, grew displeased. The Heavenly Emperor's heir had even gifted you the Nirvana Sacred Liquid. And you dare speak like this?

Lan Nuo's mother already raised her hand. But Lan Nuo was prepared. In an instant, she slipped into her cave, the doors sealing shut…

Ye Chen couldn't stop chuckling. The Lan family hurriedly apologized to him. He waved it off—this was private flirtation between him and Lan Nuo, not for outsiders. Yet for her to say such things... it proved Nuonuo was truly pent up.

But no choice—who made her his only ten-thousand-times cultivator? There would surely be uses for her later. So endure for now. After ascension, all would be well…

…

With Lan Nuo in seclusion, Ye Chen prepared to depart. The Lan family was deeply reluctant, presenting heaps of treasures.

Ye Chen accepted without ceremony. Finally, under their grateful gazes, he boarded the flying vessel of his own Heavenly Evolution Holy Land. He had amassed sufficient origin. And the fishes had grown too clever—no longer biting.

So Ye Chen grew lazy about driving his own fishing expeditions. He could use the journey back to the Great Yan Continent to await his Immortal Spiritual Root's transformation. While repairing the Heavenly Emperor War Chariot and similar items.

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Within the cave heaven.

Ye Chen finally arrived. Gazing at the holy spirit within the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade at the center of the stellar pool, a smile curved his lips. Though Nuonuo had reached ten thousand times, an eight-thousand-times holy spirit remained immensely appealing. Especially with potential for growth through continued gestation.

The only flaw was the crack marring the otherwise flawless gem. He wondered if it would affect her aptitude. These days, the holy spirit had felt both bliss and frustration. This cave heaven was paradise to her. A single day here equaled a year of gestation in her original small world.

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The sheer number of spiritual plants defied imagination—eleven immortal roots, countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, chaos spiritual qi, and peculiar laws. All of it made the holy spirit feel her countless prior years had been wasted. Remaining here, perhaps in mere two or three centuries, she could emerge perfectly.

Yet one thing irked her endlessly. That woman who always cultivated beneath the Enlightenment Tea Tree. Stealing her chaos spiritual qi was bad enough. Yet she cultivated half-heartedly, as though waiting for something. Every few days, she would stand and stroll about, sit atop her, even kick her occasionally.

Unbearable. Truly unbearable.

Sensing Ye Chen's arrival now, the holy spirit immediately shrank inward, terrified he might discover her awakened consciousness and boot her out. She had already claimed this cave heaven as home. She absolutely refused to leave.

"This holy spirit—has it shown any signs of activity lately?"

Ye Chen asked curiously of Luo Bingling.

She shook her head. "Before emergence, a holy spirit is just a rock. No reaction to kicking or hitting—see for yourself…"

With that, her golden-armored boot-clad foot solidly kicked the jade several times.

Thud, thud, thud.

The pool water rippled from the impacts.

Ye Chen jumped in fright. Too much external disturbance could affect the holy spirit. But glancing at the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade, it showed no response. The graceful silhouette within remained utterly still.

Relieved, Ye Chen relaxed. "This holy spirit isn't delicate at all—that's a good thing."

Luo Bingling lost interest in the jade. Ye Chen had promised "just a few days," yet left her waiting a full month. She had long grown impatient. Turning her back to him, hands braced on the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade, she slowly lowered her peerless waist—beauty rivaling even the jade's material. Those two exquisite, alluring dimples at the small of her back revealed themselves.

Ye Chen gazed and nodded approvingly.

Flawless dimples.

When gripping her waist, his thumbs would fit perfectly into them.

Utter perfection.

Having stood Luo Bingling up for a month, Ye Chen felt a twinge of guilt. Smiling, he stepped forward. Soon, he discovered a new function of the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade. Translucent yet reflective, it mirrored the surroundings. With the pool water rippling, the jade's surface reflected the pair's entwined figures. Exquisitely beautiful.

Within the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade, the holy spirit had already fumed over Luo Bingling's words and the fresh kicks. But with Ye Chen present, she dared not show the slightest reaction. She could only curse inwardly, vowing everyone's death.

She had assumed Ye Chen would leave shortly. Yet to her horror, Luo Bingling braced both hands upon her shell. Watching their actions…

The holy spirit's fists clenched.

I, a grand holy spirit of Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade—and you dare do this beside me? Remove your filthy hands! Don't touch me!

But her inner roars went unheard. The jade's presence in the pool even added a touch of novelty. Bracing against it, leaning on it, propping upon it…

Luo Bingling even toppled the man-high jade and lay atop it…

Meanwhile, Ye Chen noted the holy spirit within showed truly no response to the outside. Utterly reassured, he said nothing—merely continuing…

The pair played in myriad colorful ways around the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade. Perhaps compensating for the month-long delay, though Luo Bingling's combat prowess faltered and she surrendered swiftly, she soon rallied with renewed vigor. Only after a full week did she finally yield completely, crying for mercy.

Within the Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade, the holy spirit's heart had turned to ashes. She felt her fragile consciousness nearly shattered by the shocks. Since awakening, this was the first time she wished to sink back into slumber.

The scene was too outrageous—far too overwhelming for a newly-born holy spirit. These two treated her as less than nothing. And that man was utterly monstrous, leaving her trembling in fear. Terrified he might suddenly split the jade open and drag her out to torment.

At that thought, dread deepened. She dared not emit even a wisp of conscious fluctuation. Watching the pair finally depart to their own affairs, she no longer dared curse as before. Gazing at her now-soiled Seven-Colored Nirvana Jade shell, she could only feel wronged in her heart. Those two didn't even wipe her clean…