Ye Chen couldn't help humming, "How lonely is invincibility… How empty…"
His song interrupted the two refining won. Both frowned slightly—his singing was off, but the lyrics oozed dominance. Was this the Holy Son's invincible will? Awe-inspiring.
His terrifying foundation—pushing Fan Qinghe from early to peak Unity and even perfecting the high-loss Sect Master—made "invincible" no exaggeration. With no barriers from the ritual, an adoring Fan Qinghe drew closer, expressing admiration through exclusive attention. Her protector was incredible.
The Sect Master, awed by Ye Chen's will and grateful for her dreamlike perfect transformation from Mahayana despair, joined in.
Fan Qinghe frowned, possessive, but held her tongue against her Master. Ye Chen, uninterested but waiting for the system's cooldown for the next gift, had been focused on charm transfer. Now idle, he compared the master-disciple duo's prowess.
Seven days passed.
Fan Qinghe stirred, but Ye Chen's righteous words stopped her, leaving her visibly aggrieved. The Sect Master's gratitude shifted—she knew Fan Qinghe's bright future made her untouchable, but she herself was fair ga to express thanks.
Ye Chen didn't mind, but Fan Qinghe did, firmly pulling her Master back, signaling: If I can't use it, neither can you. The Sect Master's expression turned resentful, but she realized she couldn't match Fan Qinghe.
Multiple perfect transformations made Fan Qinghe's foundation rival Central Continent's mainstream prodigies. After this third perfect transformation and Mahayana breakthrough, she'd join their ranks.
"Qinghe, you're nearing Mahayana. Got your Law Qi ready?" Ye Chen asked, stretching as the system cooldown ended.
Fan Qinghe looked to her Master, who nodded. "Heavenly Desire Sect has five Law Qis. The best, with twelve laws, will be yours for Mahayana."
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Fan Qinghe asked, "What about you, Master?"
Her Master, stuck at Unity's peak for centuries, had been hopeless for Mahayana. Now, with enough charms for transformation, she could break through.
The Sect Master smiled. "Your future is boundless; the best is yours. I'm lucky to reach Mahayana. Third Heaven's my limit."
She gently touched Fan Qinghe's cheek. In sects or clans, the best went to those with the most potential to uplift the group.
As Fan Qinghe was about to thank her Master, Ye Chen spoke, "Let the Sect Master use the twelve-law qi. Qinghe, I have a Law Qi with seventy-two laws, obtained by a Moral Heavenly Venerable's heir in a secret realm, gifted to by my Eldest Senior Brother. You're nearing breakthrough; I'll need years to recover. Take it."
Both Fan Qinghe and the Sect Master's eyes widened. Law Qis were vital for forging Immortal Platforms—more laws, better for most cultivators, except specific physiques. A seventy-two Law Qi was priceless, reserved for Central Continent's top holy lands or ancient immortal clans' prodigies. Ye Chen was gifting it to Fan Qinghe? Prepared in advance? Too thoughtful!
The Sect Master soured with envy. Her disciple's protector was Heavenly Desire Sect's greatest ever—feeding a divine maiden full while also satisfying her Master, even providing the best for breakthroughs.
Fan Qinghe, overwheld by the surprise, breathed fast but hesitated—she'd taken so much from Ye Chen, who asked for nothing but her affection. Now, he'd need to re-cultivate, yet he gave more. Guilt gnawed.
Sensing her thoughts, Ye Chen gently patted her head. "Don't overthink. I like you, so I give you the best. Accepting makes happy; refusing would hurt ."
His words rippled through her, lting her heart. How was she worthy of such devotion? Regret hit—she'd been selfish, blocking her Master out of jealousy, knowing Ye Chen's discomfort. As she mused, Ye Chen handed her the jade box with the Law Qi.
Guiltily accepting, her big eyes fluttered. "Holy Son, you're too good to … Stay a few days. My Master and I want to thank you. Especially her, stuck at Unity's peak for centuries, now opened to new horizons—she'll pour out her gratitude."
The Sect Master, surprised but composed, smiled generously, signaling agreent. Ye Chen, caught off guard by Fan Qinghe's generosity, smiled at the system's prompt in his mind. Gratitude was nice, but cultivation trumped it. Patting her head, he said, "The immortal path nears. I must rush back to cultivate, aiming for Mahayana before it opens. No ti to linger. Next ti, for sure."
Fan Qinghe's guilt deepened. Ye Chen sacrificed his progress, risking missing the immortal path, yet she'd denied him true joy for selfish reasons.
The Sect Master, who'd secretly swallowed in anticipation, looked crestfallen.
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