Faced with the Heavenly Desire Sect Master's actions, Ye Chen considered refusing. But he'd promised Fan Qinghe, and with no barriers, his own fire was rising. So, he let it be.
Soon, he clenched his fists, sighing contentedly, mood soaring. He'd thought Fan Qinghe's absorption was unmatched, but her Master outdid her. Yet his joy wasn't about that.
The new channel's completion spiked transmission speed. The Sect Master, seasoned and ravenous, outstripped Fan Qinghe's youthful capacity. At the sa speed, Fan Qinghe whimpered, while the Sect Master gazed at Ye Chen with worshipful, grateful eyes. The gap between maturity and youth was stark.
Ye Chen didn't hold back. His Dao charms surged—doubling, tripling. Soon, the new channel's flow tripled the original. Even the Sect Master struggled, hastily patting Ye Chen's leg. Understanding, he kindly capped the speed. This rate already thrilled him—far smoother than with Fan Qinghe.
The Sect Master, expecting just a taste, was overjoyed. She'd had no hope of gathering enough for a basic transformation. But Ye Chen's torrent of Dao charms, like rivers cascading from the heavens, stunned her. He had more than she'd imagined. Could she truly amass enough for a transformation?
Despite the strain, she felt only gratitude. Ye Chen, unstinting, tailored the flow to her limit. She cherished the chance, fully activating the Nirvana Scripture to refine—her only shot at Mahayana.
Amid absorbing, she glanced at the radiant Dao charms, mist-like, with regret. A tenth conversion rate was wasteful. Ye Chen's reserves exceeded expectations—if loss prevented her transformation, she'd regret it forever.
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Seven days passed.
Fan Qinghe remained dazed, old links still trickling Dao charms as Ye Chen pushed her limits. The Sect Master's face lit with ecstasy. A week of unwavering, high-volu flow, despite her loss rate, amassed enough for a basic Nirvana transformation. She could break through to Mahayana.
The breakthrough was an unexpected delight. The Sect Master planned to stop, but greed crept in. Having enough for a basic transformation, she couldn't help but dream of refining more.
Yet, she hesitated, fearing Ye Chen's displeasure at her greed, exploiting his kindness. Deciding to end it, she patted his leg, signaling via spirit sense that she'd gathered enough for a basic transformation and would release. But Ye Chen, looking down, shook his head firmly.
"Little remains. Since Qinghe gifted my Dao charms to you, take it all," he said aloud.
The Sect Master's face lit up. The fourth Holy Son was too generous. Even scraps could strengthen her future. Overflowing with gratitude, she deepened her efforts to express it.
Seeing her ease, Ye Chen, unsparing, boosted the flow from three to five tis to save ti.
Two days later, the Sect Master glowed with vitality.
Five days later, she radiated brilliance.
Seven days later, she felt life's peak, her gaze on Ye Chen pure worship. In all her years, she'd never imagined soone with such absurdly vast reserves. Eating her disciple's leftovers, with massive loss rates, she was nearing fullness in just three more days.
Outrageous. Even with her own protector, she'd never tasted fullness. Now, through her disciple's protector, hope dawned. Ecstatic, she prayed Ye Chen could endure, carrying her to completion.
Three days passed. Her eyes widened in ecstasy—she was full, truly full, savoring completion for the first ti. Her grateful gaze locked on Ye Chen as she patted his leg, signaling to stop via spirit sense. But Ye Chen shook his head. "Hold on. Perfect transformation isn't the limit…"
Stunned, she realized he was right—perfection varied. If he was willing, she'd push further for a stronger Mahayana breakthrough.
Another day passed. She patted his leg harder, signaling enough.
Ye Chen stared earnestly. "Believe in yourself!"
Bolstered by his conviction, she bit her lip, persisting in refining…
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