Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 675: Dragon-Subduing Yellow Spring Diagram

The mention of the Heavenly Intention Holy Son by his fiancée sent a jolt through Ye Chen. Despite his demise, the Holy Son's presence lingered, enhancing her radiance. However, he pushed these thoughts aside, focusing on the system's notification.

"Congratulations, Host, your gift has been successfully delivered…"

"Gift: Yellow Spring Water!"

"Processing 4,000x feedback…"

"Observation: Gift is of critical importance to the recipient, eliciting a powerful emotional response…"

"Activation of top-tier critical reward…"

"Feedback: Supreme Extreme Dao Weapon: Dragon-Subduing Yellow Spring Diagram!"

"From the Black Yellow World, the Yellow Spring Emperor, wielding unfathomable power, forged the Yellow Spring River into a supreme Extreme Dao Weapon. It encompasses the Yellow Spring River, the Abyssal Gate, the Naihe Bridge, and the Reincarnation Disk—possessing infinite wonders and boundless might. Its Yellow Spring Water flows ceaselessly, nearly inexhaustible!"

Ye Chen's eyes gleamed with excitement. He had anticipated a strong reaction from his virtuous fiancée, but this outcome was beyond expectation. A single bottle of Yellow Spring Water had resulted in the acquisition of the entire river!

It was astonishing. A formidable cultivator had transformed it into a supreme Extreme Dao Weapon, nearly infinite in its potential. He could immerse himself in it, achieving perfection for his breakthrough to the Second Heaven Mahayana. His female companions could also benefit, significantly boosting their combat prowess. Its applications extended far beyond mere combat enhancement; it could purify anything, cleansing negative effects accumulated from battles. The sheer magnitude of this reward was staggering.

This was an immense victory. Compared to Luo Bingling, his fiancée was truly exceptional! Yet, a brief glance at Luo Bingling prevented him from being entirely dismissive of her. She did contribute in her own way.

Firstly, she was the one who provided him with the Yellow Spring Water. Secondly, her presence intensified Yi Qingwu's emotional state. At the nascent stage of the First Heaven, Yi Qingwu was nowhere near needing the water for the Second Heaven breakthrough. It was plausible that even its rarity alone might not have triggered such a profound critical reward.

However, Luo Bingling's presence imbued Yi Qingwu with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and superiority. The principle of comparison, it seemed, yielded remarkable results. Luo Bingling had inadvertently played a crucial role in this critical hit. Ye Chen mentally noted her potential future utility.

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These thoughts vanished as quickly as they appeared. His gaze settled upon his moonlit fiancée, and he gestured for her to continue. Yi Qingwu shot him a challenging look but ultimately complied, lowering herself. A soft cough escaped her lips as she stared at him, a mixture of shock and defiance in her eyes.

Ye Chen showed no hesitation, well aware of her fondness for this particular dynamic. She endured silently. However, his demeanor soon softened. Noticing this shift, she casually mentioned the Heavenly Intention Holy Son's name once more…

Ye Chen: "..."

Her playful provocation prompted him to retrieve the whip he had previously gifted her. The intensity between them grew, engrossing them completely.

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Luo Bingling observed the scene, her purple hair swirling, her eyes blazing with murderous intent. She harbored a primal urge to annihilate the shameless couple, their embrace a symbol of their inseparable bond, an ouroboros of sin! The Yellow Spring Water, a gift she had bestowed, now being used on another woman right before her eyes—it was an insult beyond compare. Her desire for vengeance extended beyond mere death; she dreamt of razing the Heavenly Intention Holy Land, even wiping out all human existence on the Great Yan Continent.

Naturally, this was merely a fleeting fantasy. She acknowledged her own inability to even defeat Ye Chen. Nevertheless, this did not deter her from vividly imagining him kneeling in supplication, desperately offering the Dao Cauldron and pleading for her to stay. And this woman, alongside Su Yuxuan, groveling for mercy. Only then would she, with unyielding ruthlessness, obliterate all three of them.

Finding a perverse satisfaction in her humiliation, Luo Bingling's lips curved into a smile. However, her reverie was shattered as water splashed across her face. Snapping back to reality, she realized what had occurred. A surge of pure fury coursed through her as she glared at the oblivious couple. "Die, both of you!"

Yi Qingwu, a blush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks, hadn't intended for it to happen. Caught in the heat of passion, she had momentarily forgotten Luo Bingling's presence. Yet, her guilt was surprisingly minimal. She offered a soft apology to Luo Bingling. "I'm sorry, the cave is rather small… Perhaps you could wait outside?"

Luo Bingling's fists clenched, her sense of injustice palpable. She no longer desired the Dao Cauldron!

"Give me back my water, I'm leaving!"

Her desire was to escape! Ye Chen was despicable—he had used her and then displayed such ingratitude. The Dao Charm Pills, once treasures in her eyes, he freely distributed to everyone! His women, from Su Yuxuan to Yi Qingwu, were all utterly deranged. But the immense value of the Dao Cauldron prevented her from abandoning her pursuit. The efforts she had already invested—her waist, her feet, the Yellow Spring Water—were too significant to forsake.

Furthermore, Yi Qingwu's clear intention was likely to see her gone. To leave now would mean Yi Qingwu's victory, rendering all her sacrifices meaningless. Absolutely not. She refused to allow Ye Chen to have his way. The stark difference in his treatment of them ignited a fierce competitive spirit within her. She had already surpassed Su Yuxuan—Ye Chen had bestowed upon her the complete Minor Space Technique. However, she still lagged behind Yi Qingwu.

Perhaps she was lacking that certain "fountain of gratitude." Very well, she would provide Ye Chen with that as well. An ouroboros? Unthinkable—the sheer vulgarity of such human interaction made her want to retch. But allowing him to serve her? That was tolerable.

Her waist and feet had already been offered. A little more was inconsequential. Once she had secured him, she would make him reclaim the Yellow Spring Water herself. She would repay Yi Qingwu's splash tenfold. Then, she would see if Yi Qingwu dared to gloat. A sense of upliftment filled her mood.Her gaze shifted, becoming an intense, scrutinizing examination of them...