Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 674: I Become His Simp?

Three days later, Luo Bingling stared, mouth agape, at the pair intertwined like a serpent eating its tail, completely oblivious to her presence. Could it truly be that satisfying? She had genuinely believed she had Ye Chen under her control. Now, witnessing them, she felt utterly outclassed. No wonder he hadn't drooled or lost his senses as she had desperately hoped.

A wave of restlessness washed over her, and she yearned to depart. Her presence, she realized, only served to intensify their fervor. Her intention was to disrupt, not to escalate their intimacy.

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Luo Bingling's eyes suddenly gleamed, her waist gem emitting a soft sparkle. It was done. A mere three days were all it took. Her presence had achieved its purpose; they could finally leave.

Yi Qingwu, observing Ye Chen withdrawing slightly, allowed him to leave his "mark" as was his routine. A slight frown then creased her brow. Was that merely the prelude? Could he be affected by the girl from the War God Clan?

She found the unexpected presence of another woman to be rather thrilling—it made her own threats seem all the more potent. Casting a sidelong glance at Luo Bingling, whose face wore a triumphant smirk, Yi Qingwu's phoenix-like eyes narrowed. Did she wish for a swift conclusion? Not on her watch.

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Ye Chen ceased his actions because the cooldown period had concluded. It was time for a gift. He never let a moment of cooldown go to waste. Effortlessly parrying Yi Qingwu's next move, he paid no mind to her bewildered and displeased stare.

He produced a small jade bottle, stating in a gentle tone, "This is the Yellow Spring Water, a supreme treasure for advancing from the First to the Second Heaven. It originates from the Black Yellow World. When Jianmu first stood, remnants of it existed here. After its collapse, the connection between worlds was severed, and it vanished."

"The War God Clan, possessing vast reserves, managed to preserve a small amount. However, after a staggering million years, this is their absolute last portion. Fellow Daoist Luo generously bestowed it upon me for a flawless breakthrough. But I feel it would suit you far better, Qingwu! Please, accept it."

His pronouncement instantly froze the smug smile on Luo Bingling's face. Her Yellow Spring Water! The clan's final remnant!

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Ye Chen was actually presenting it to another woman? And in her very presence? She vividly recalled the joy he had displayed upon receiving it. It wasn't for his own use—it was intended as a gift for Yi Qingwu?

Her expression contorted, her abdominal muscles tensing. She felt as if she would combust. This was utterly unacceptable. Her precious gift was now being utilized by him as a tool to allure another. How was she any different from the countless hangers-on Ye Chen was rumored to have? Had she truly devolved into one of his simps?

Luo Bingling was consumed by a furious rage, teetering on the brink of losing control. Ye Chen, sensing her discontent, simply ignored it. His strategy was to leverage Luo Bingling's presence to amplify Yi Qingwu's thrill. Once the fiancée triggered a critical hit, he would offer Luo Bingling a trinket to appease her. An easy manipulation. It wasn't a matter of heartlessness—gifts held no value if they failed to yield critical hits. Without that outcome, she was inherently inferior, merely a pawn in their intricate game.

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Yi Qingwu was rendered momentarily speechless. Unlike Ye Chen, who had been raised in a spiritual sanctuary, she possessed a profound understanding of priceless treasures. For the advancement to the Mahayana Second Heaven, achieving perfect harmony between body, soul, and domain was paramount. The Yellow Spring Water was unparalleled for such a feat. It was, in essence, extinct. Even in prior eras, it was only acquired through inter-world trade.

Within the Black Yellow World itself, a supreme expert had refined an entire river into an Extreme Dao Weapon, thereby monopolizing its supply. This might very well be the final surviving portion in the entire cultivation world. Ye Chen, having obtained it, presented it to her without a second thought. His genuine care was a warmth that spread through her heart. This was especially true considering another woman had given it to him, signifying her own devotion. Yet, he rushed to bestow it upon Yi Qingwu. Her joy intensified. Luo Bingling's attempts at provocation? Utterly amateur. She could do nothing but watch, seething inwardly.

Luo Bingling's unsettling presence served only to heighten Yi Qingwu's exhilaration, her body trembling and nearly "overflowing" within the void. However, despite diligently practicing the Indestructible Heavenly Art, which significantly bolstered her innate talent and combat prowess, she understood she could not ascend without such a unique treasure. This item, she believed, should remain with Ye Chen. She therefore refused. "Esteemed Daoist Ye, I am merely an early first-tier cultivator; I have no immediate need for it. You are in the late stage—you should utilize it yourself. Are you attempting to sway me with this gift? Never. My late fiancé remains eternally in my heart!"

A twitch played at the corner of Ye Chen's lips. Her refusal was undoubtedly sincere, yet the final statement was clearly intended to provoke him, urging him toward "business." He pressed on, "It is meant for you! At my current level, it is merely a minor enhancement. It represents my deepest wish for you! If you refuse, I shall be compelled to return it to Fellow Daoist Luo!"

Luo Bingling's simmering resentment nearly solidified into palpable form. She rose to her feet, her voice sharp. "Return it to me now!"

This precious treasure, being tossed about like a mere plaything? It was infuriating.

Yi Qingwu, perceiving both Ye Chen's unyielding determination and her own potential lack of immediate need for the item, coupled with Luo Bingling's forceful demand, offered a slight smile. She accepted the bottle, casting an indifferent glance at Luo Bingling's blazing glare. With her chin held high, she addressed Ye Chen, "Since your sincerity is evident, I shall accept it. However, do not mistake this for a sign of wavering affection. My heart will forever belong to Heavenly Intention Holy Son!"