Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 686: The Holy Prince Was Surprisingly Decent!

The Heavenly Evolution Holy Land was finally free from the oppressive thunder tribulation!

Ye Chen gracefully ascended into the heavens as the tempestuous clouds dissipated. Senior An, resembling an ethereal immortal, came into view. Ever since she acquired the Seven Extremes Immortal Body, her innate talent had experienced a phenomenal surge.

During this Mahayana tribulation, Ye Chen had personally witnessed spectral, humanoid figures manifesting within the tribulation clouds, engaging in fierce combat with her. This observation merely amplified his eager anticipation for the resplendent aura Senior An would exude once he procured all twelve immortal roots and perfected her Seven Extremes Immortal Body.

Ye Chen held a strong conviction that, in the future, Senior An might even shatter the ten-thousand-fold threshold. Should that remarkable feat materialize, she would undoubtedly become the very first female cultivator by his side to achieve such an extraordinary level of power.

"Congratulations, Senior An, on achieving the Mahayana stage!"

Ye Chen gently clasped An Miaoli's dainty, jade-like hand, a warm smile gracing his lips as he spoke the words.

An Miaoli reciprocated his smile, her heart filled with emotion. She understood better than anyone else the path she had traversed to reach her current cultivation state. Without Ye Chen's intervention, not only would she have failed to reach the Mahayana stage, but she might have been consumed entirely by the residual soul of the Seven Extremes, thus losing her very essence. Therefore, despite the presence of numerous onlookers drawn by her tribulation, An Miaoli felt no semblance of shyness whatsoever. She inquired softly.

"I have been in seclusion for quite some time. Has your Nether Poison resurfaced and caused you suffering, fellow Daoist Ye?"

A hearty laugh escaped Ye Chen as he readily nodded in affirmation.

"The torment from the Nether Poison has been exceedingly difficult to bear! I must once again ask for Senior An's assistance..."

An Miaoli drew Ye Chen along, guiding him towards his cave abode. Without looking back, she stated.

"It is no burden at all. Fellow Daoist Ye has diligently gathered immortal roots for me—your efforts have been truly monumental. It is only fitting that I help alleviate the poison from you. As long as our consciences remain clear, that is all that matters..."

As they conversed, Ye Chen and Senior An made their way into the Holy Son's residence. However, at that precise juncture, Luo Bingling trailed in behind them.

Upon her appearance, Ye Chen's brow immediately furrowed. Senior An had proclaimed a clear conscience, but that sentiment was exclusively directed towards her niece. With an outsider present, it could potentially impact Senior An's effectiveness. Consequently, Ye Chen prepared to dismiss her promptly.

Yet, Luo Bingling acted as though she were oblivious to his expression, managing to squeeze her way inside regardless. A palpable sense of anxiety gnawed at her. A considerable amount of time had elapsed since she emerged from her seclusion, and not only had her relationship with Ye Chen failed to deepen, but he had also ceased providing her with the weekly Dao Charm Pills he had previously supplied.

This turn of events had prompted Luo Bingling to engage in constant introspection, desperately trying to ascertain what she had done to displease him. The allure of the Dao Cauldron combined with the Enlightenment Tea Tree was simply too enticing to resist. Moreover, she had already made significant concessions—the gems adorning her waist had lost their luster, her delicate feet had grown accustomed to a peculiar sticky sensation, and she had even allowed Ye Chen to behold her most private self.

After investing so much, her sole return had been a meager quantity of Dao Charm Pills. How could Luo Bingling possibly accept such an unequal exchange? Thus, she resolved to diligently learn and enhance her capabilities.

When Elder Lin—a figure enveloped in mystical demonic patterns and radiating a bewitching aura—emerged from seclusion earlier, Luo Bingling had observed from a distance. She was disinclined to engage in direct confrontation. However, the ever-shifting demonic patterns had captivated her interest. She had already dispatched a message to her clan, requesting a technique that could replicate such effects. Regrettably, its arrival would necessitate some time.

As for An Miaoli, who consistently presented herself as a transcendent, immortal maiden, she clearly retained traces of primordial yin energy—yet Ye Chen accorded her immense importance. He had exhibited profound concern during her tribulation. Therefore, Luo Bingling desired to closely observe their interaction. Perhaps it would provide her with invaluable insights.

Ye Chen cast a glance at Luo Bingling and addressed Senior An.

"Senior An, kindly allow me a moment. I wish to have a brief word with her and then send her on her way."

Luo Bingling possessed a certain utility, but not to an extent that warranted significant consideration. Ye Chen harbored no intention of holding back. However, what Ye Chen had not anticipated was that An Miaoli's gaze lingered on Luo Bingling for a few moments before she calmly shook her head.

"It is acceptable. I am merely assisting in dispelling the poison—there is nothing untoward about this act. If she is determined to remain, then let her."

As she spoke, An Miaoli offered Luo Bingling a curt nod. While devoid of warmth, it also carried no hint of animosity.

According to An Miaoli's perspective, Ye Chen was adamant about waiting until they had gathered all the immortal roots before conceiving children together. While he frequently sought her out for poison dispelling... this prolonged, teasing method of relief paled in comparison to the exhilaration of unrestrained, genuine combat. Therefore, if Luo Bingling desired an audience, she was welcome to observe. It might even serve as a substitute for Ye Chen's own satisfaction.

An unexpected observation for Luo Bingling was how the woman, who typically projected an aura of ethereal immortality, seemed surprisingly amiable. Despite this, her heart remained entirely unmoved, recognizing it as mere pretense. In her estimation, none of the women surrounding Ye Chen were truly worthy, with the sole exception of herself. The one named Su, and the individual responsible for her fiancé's demise, had both publicly humiliated her. As for the one named Lin, she was not much better; fortunately, Luo Bingling had reacted swiftly, preventing more than just her arm from getting wet. This An Miaoli likely harbored the same intention – to reduce her to a similarly pitiable state. This time, she was determined not to falter or become tainted.

However, Luo Bingling soon found herself astonished. Upon entering the cave abode, An Miaoli offered her hardly any attention. She simply presented a pair of white spiritual silk Dao artifact gloves and dedicated herself entirely to the immediate objective. The entire procedure unfolded with measured grace and deep commitment. Whenever their gazes inadvertently met during the process, there was no hint of provocation or triumph, only a cool, detached demeanor. The two proceeded in this manner – beginning with gentle touches, advancing to the use of both hands and feet, engaging in a passionate exchange of lips and tongues, and finally achieving a state of perfect synchronicity.

It was only after a full week had elapsed that An Miaoli finally departed to consolidate her cultivation within her own secluded cave abode. Before her departure, she even offered a polite nod in Luo Bingling's direction.

Luo Bingling came to understand that the woman had genuinely harbored no intention of splashing her. Perhaps, she mused, An Miaoli was not as unpleasant as the others. Yet, she did not dwell on this notion. Her objective was not to become one of Ye Chen's consorts; why concern herself with cultivating sisterly camaraderie? Consequently, she completely disregarded An Miaoli's gesture of goodwill.

Nevertheless, through this week of observation, she had finally deciphered the reason behind Ye Chen's consistent passivity in initiating intimacy. She had grasped the underlying pattern: it was invariably the other party who acted first and engaged, before he would reciprocate.

This realization filled Luo Bingling with contempt. It was pure male chauvinism. Within the War God clan, the principle of equality between men and women had always been paramount, with strength serving as the sole determinant. The fact that the human race still adhered to such outdated notions was, in her view, utterly deplorable trash!

Comprehension was one matter, but deep within, Luo Bingling now harbored a profound hesitation. If Ye Chen were the one to make the first move while she maintained an attitude of aloof superiority, she could accept it without reservation. However, the prospect of her taking the initiative while he remained in a position of lofty dominance, especially considering he was merely human, sent shivers of revulsion and nausea through her.

Yet, Ye Chen's cultivation advancement speed was remarkably astonishing. Even the Dao Cauldron alone might not fully account for it. If she could acquire both miraculous artifacts, she could compensate for her deficiencies and genuinely harbor the possibility of attaining immortality.

Furthermore, she had already made significant sacrifices. To abandon her pursuit now would represent an even greater loss. Her slender waist and delicate feet had already paid a price – not to mention an entire bottle of Yellow Spring Water. As long as her untainted virginity remained intact, and as long as she could achieve immortality... everything else was open to negotiation!

Instantly, Luo Bingling adopted an expression of steely determination. She turned her gaze towards Ye Chen, who was reclining lazily, having just concluded his poison dispelling, his mind seemingly adrift. But just as Luo Bingling resolutely prepared herself to emulate An Miaoli's precise actions and take the initiative, the defensive enchantments surrounding the Holy Son's residence began to ripple. A transmission talisman drifted inwards.

Ye Chen retrieved it and read its contents. A smile immediately graced his lips.

"Not only am I receiving an origin source, but I am also being presented with a fragment of the Stasis Secret? This Holy Prince—he is, in fact, a rather decent fellow!"