Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 519: Primordial Spirit Transmission Too Slow!

Ye Chen rejected her outright. Fan Qinghe froze, caught off guard. With the peach as proof of his sincerity, she didn't doubt his intentions but wondered why he refused.

Ye Chen smiled. "My Yin-Yang Qi has reached perfect completion. Not a single drop more can be added. Waiting longer would only waste time. Why not advance together now and pursue the Great Dao as one?"

Fan Qinghe assumed Ye Chen didn't understand the principles of her Nirvana Scripture. She patiently explained, "The Nirvana Scripture is unique. Ordinary cultivators can't accept another's Yin-Yang Qi. But I've cultivated the Nirvana Scripture, and you're my Protector. We share a special bond. My meridians have adapted to you, able to perfectly receive everything you offer.

"However, my cultivation is low, so I can only absorb seventy percent at most. Most of it will likely go toward boosting my cultivation. That's too wasteful. If my cultivation rises, the remaining Yin-Yang Qi might not suffice for my transformation. So, it's better to wait until I reach the peak of the Deity Transformation realm for perfect absorption."

Fan Qinghe laid it out clearly. But Ye Chen's smile only widened. Worried about not having enough? That concern was entirely unnecessary. He doubted Fan Qinghe could handle all he had to offer. She clearly underestimated his Yin-Yang Sea, his Fusang Divine Tree, and his Moon Laurel Immortal Tree. He'd show her soon enough.

Ye Chen grinned. "Don't worry, what you fear won't happen. My Yin-Yang Qi is vast and boundless, more than enough to meet your needs. Have you forgotten how you absorbed my spirit sense before?"

Fan Qinghe's eyes glazed over at his words. She recalled the last time she absorbed Ye Chen's spirit sense. She could barely walk afterward, her sea of spirit sense nearly bursting. It took her ages to refine and assimilate it all.

Yet that experience had allowed her to achieve the most perfect First Transformation. In the Heavenly Desire Sect's near-thousand-generation legacy, fewer than ten had achieved a perfect First Transformation—a testament to its difficulty. The process was both agonizing and exhilarating. Would she go through it again? No hesitation.

Seeing Ye Chen's confident demeanor, Fan Qinghe's heart stirred. She swallowed hard. Could this time be like the last, letting her experience that rush again?

Fan Qinghe wavered, unsure of her choice. The Nirvana Scripture allowed only one absorption per realm. Absorbing now was a risk. But the memory of Ye Chen's vast, overwhelming spirit sense, and his immediate offer to share it the moment he achieved perfection, swayed her.

Fan Qinghe made her decision. Ye Chen cared for her deeply and wouldn't let her fall short of perfection. In the years she'd been away, he must have amassed an immense reserve. He was confident he could satisfy her. How could she hesitate and hurt the one who truly loved her?

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Fan Qinghe straightened and bowed solemnly to Ye Chen. "In that case, Qinghe thanks the Holy Son for his support! I'll do my utmost to absorb everything."

Her voice rang clear. Her gratitude carried deep sincerity. Fan Qinghe wasn't too worried about failing to absorb it all. She was only at the mid-stage. No matter how much Ye Chen had accumulated, she was confident her skills would let her drain every last drop of his Yin-Yang Qi. Not a single bit would remain.

Ye Chen smiled with satisfaction. Since he came to deliver, he naturally wanted it to be thorough. If she couldn't drain him completely, he'd be the one dissatisfied. Otherwise, that peach he gave her would've been for nothing! So, Ye Chen sat upright and summoned his primordial spirit without hesitation. He seemed eager, almost impatient.

Fan Qinghe, watching this, covered her mouth and chuckled. Her heart swelled with emotion. The Holy Son truly loved her. She had read many records left by past Divine Maidens. They had to expend great effort to absorb their Protectors' hard-earned Yin-Yang Qi.

Those records contained countless techniques, which she had diligently studied. Yet with the Holy Son, she didn't need to do anything—he was already prepared. Still, Fan Qinghe spoke up. "Holy Son, we need to connect spiritually, like last time, to establish a deep link. But that alone isn't enough. Yin-Yang Qi differs from the pirit sense. Relying solely on primordial spirit transmission is too slow—it could take ten days or half a month. Instead, we should sit face-to-face, mouth-to-mouth, to create a direct transmission channel. That's much faster. If all goes well, it'll take about two days!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, nodding reluctantly. Fine… he was here to improve himself. Some costs were inevitable. No gain without effort, right? His Yin-Yang Qi reserves were vast.

A mere spiritual connection might take one or two months. He had no time to waste. More connection points would speed up the transfer. It made perfect sense.

Unfamiliar with the process, Ye Chen stayed still, letting Fan Qinghe take the lead. But first, he spoke earnestly. "My entire reserve of Yin-Yang Qi is a gift for the Divine Maiden. Please, take it all without holding back."

Fan Qinghe's smile sparkled with anticipation. Last time, he had said the same. Not a transaction, but a gift. This proved his devotion to her! She sat opposite Ye Chen, their knees close, her body leaning forward.

Guided by Yi Qingwu, Ye Chen leaned forward too. Thus, they established the transmission channel. Would they have to maintain this position the whole time? Wouldn't his neck ache later?

Ye Chen, lost in thought, frowned slightly. In midair, their primordial spirits began cultivating. Their bodies, heads touching, formed a triangular shape. Under Fan Qinghe's guidance, Ye Chen's vibrant Yin-Yang Qi began to flow out slowly.

As the first strand emerged, Fan Qinghe gently pulled back. Using divine power, she fixed a channel between them to absorb the Yin-Yang Qi. When the first strand was refined, her eyes widened in shock. How was the Holy Son's Yin-Yang Qi so pure? It was almost unbelievably refined.

Compared to his, the Yin-Yang Qi she had cultivated seemed like mere impurities. Fan Qinghe's heart raced with joy—this pure energy would elevate her immensely.

As the process deepened, the channel stabilized, and the flow of Yin-Yang Qi quickened. Her expression shifted. The Holy Son's Yin-Yang Qi was already potent, and now it surged so fast. She was struggling to keep up with refining it…