Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 624: Is Ye Chen Harboring Ulterior Motives?

On the summit of Holy Maiden Peak, all cultivators attending the lecture thrummed with thrill, their prior doubts about Ye Chen's background utterly erased. Hands shot up keenly as they scrambled for a shot at posing questions and gaining his pointers.

Ye Chen chose impartially and at random. The first pair of female cultivators, after getting his counsel, settled back down blushing and elated. As the last question turn arrived, Lan Feifei swelled with assurance. Without question, the Fourth Holy Son would pick her. Hadn't he favored her earlier, bestowing such invaluable treasures?

Yet her assurance crumbled. Ye Chen's eyes bypassed her entirely, fixing on a stunning female cultivator. "What would you like to ask?" he inquired.

Lan Feifei stood frozen. Why pass her over? After all those presents, didn't he regard her specially? The alluring female cultivator, overjoyed, flushed red as she voiced her cultivation query. Ye Chen replied smoothly, his thorough explanation making her eyes gleam brightly.

Then, to her even greater shock—and Lan Feifei's outrage—Ye Chen regarded the woman with evident admiration. "You have great insight," he remarked. "This is an Ancient Charm Pill. It will heighten your attunement to the Charm of the Dao, aiding you to hit the Unity Stage pinnacle faster."

The audience inhaled sharply as he revealed the heavenly pill. Ancient Charm Pills, crafted from leaves of the long-vanished Enlightenment Tea Tree, had vanished from the world for epochs. They slashed the cultivation duration for Unity Stage experts dramatically, worth far beyond a million superior spirit stones. And Ye Chen handed it out freely?

Envious stares locked onto the alluring cultivator. Shaking lightly, her tone tender and melodic, she faltered, "Holy Son, this is too precious…"

Ye Chen grinned, drawing nearer. He softly grasped her silky hand, slipping the pill case into her grasp. "No need for formalities. If you truly wish to thank me, join Holy Maiden Peak."

She welcomed his touch on her hand—and thrust forward her free one eagerly. Joining Holy Maiden Peak? Absolutely no problem. She consented right away. Previously, the Holy Maiden's remoteness and scarce resources had kept recruits away. But now? It promised closeness to the Holy Son, famed for his opulence at Ascension Peak. Holy Maiden Peak's perks had to match that splendor.

With the alluring cultivator's agreement, fellow disciples—both men and women—hoisted their hands high.

"Holy Son, I want to join too!"

"Holy Son, I have a dream!"

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"Holy Son, please let me join Holy Maiden Peak!"

Ye Chen offered a subtle smile, dismissing them with a gesture while picking solely female cultivators boasting over a thousandfold potential. His bar stood sky-high—only those surpassing it merited his notice. Six female disciples secured spots to join, each gifted an Enlightenment Tea Tree leaf upon entry, igniting fresh surges of jealousy.

Without doubt, Holy Maiden Peak stood ready to rank among Heavenly Intention Holy Land's hottest peaks.

Gifts all distributed, the system's fully charged critical hit alerts chimed in Ye Chen's thoughts. Satisfaction filled him deeply. The upcoming lecture would draw even more female cultivators for sure. Stocking Holy Maiden Peak with top-potential talents meant options aplenty once he and his fiancée became Dao companions, should she ever be occupied. After meticulously detailing the divine pill's application, Ye Chen let go of the alluring cultivator's hand without delay and headed back to Yi Qingwu's cave dwelling.

The alluring cultivator appeared downcast. The Holy Son had gripped her hand so firmly—she'd yearned for a solo session.

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News of the Fourth Holy Son's debut lecture rocketed through Heavenly Intention Holy Land, leaving it reeling. Charm Pills, Enlightenment Tea Tree leaves—each beyond price, yet Ye Chen lavished them freely. Disciples who'd skipped the event now rued forsaking a windfall. Even former foes of Ye Chen started doubting: could a giver so lavish really be the fiend from the tales? Increasing numbers vowed to hit the next lecture, eager to snag the Holy Son's favor.

For seven days straight, Ye Chen's feats fueled the Holy Land's hottest talks.

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Heavenly Intention Holy Land's leaders soon heard of Ye Chen's display. The Holy Master and various elders gathered, faces showing mixed reactions. At first, they'd seen the marriage pact as simple barter. None foresaw Ye Chen not just entering their fold but lecturing and showering ultra-rare gifts—items even grand elders desired.

"Could Qingwu have tamed Ye Chen, making him genuinely want to integrate into our Holy Land?" one elder wondered.

A puzzled frown appeared on the Holy Master's face. Yet a seasoned female elder, her icy phoenix eyes flashing with distrust and enmity, let out a cold sneer. "Impossible. I bet Ye Chen hides malicious intent. He could be exploiting these lectures to disseminate erroneous doctrines, sabotaging the foundations of our geniuses. We mustn't take him lightly. At the next lecture, I'll go there myself to watch. Should any problem arise, we'll capture him and shatter his cultivation to serve as a deterrent."

The Holy Master and the rest couldn't endorse such extreme steps. They held their tongues, fully aware that this elder's intimate companion had fallen to the killers from Heavenly Evolution Holy Land, igniting her profound grudge against Ye Chen and the betrothal pact. Destroying his cultivation was utterly unthinkable.

In a steady voice, the Holy Master addressed her. "Elder Ling, kindly join the upcoming lecture without drawing attention and evaluate whether Ye Chen possesses hidden agendas. Should you detect anything amiss, inform us, and we shall deal with him."

Elder Ling gave a nod, her gaze ablaze with determination to unveil Ye Chen's real face.

One week passed, and the following lecture commenced. An enormous throng gathered—more than five thousand disciples in total. While the numbers were vast, the caliber had declined. Excluding those previously enlisted at Holy Maiden Peak, merely two possessed thousandfold aptitude. Yet Ye Chen's gaze lit up soon enough. Within the emptiness, he discerned a poised, distant female cultivator. She stood at the Third Heaven of Mahayana Stage, boasting an astonishing two-thousandfold potential.

Her timing couldn't have been more ideal.