Chương 418: Chapter 417: It's Full, It's Overflowing!

Ye Chen was astonished. He'd been curious about what soul communion entailed, and now, experiencing it, it was an unexpected delight. The sensation was peculiar—vividly real, as if he were acting, yet accompanied by a strange detachment. It was like observing everything in his spiritual sense from a third-person perspective. The novelty of it acting directly on his spiritual sense was so intense that even Ye Chen couldn't endure it for long. His hand trembled slightly, and he let out a long, relieved breath.

Fan Qinghe's arms flushed pink. Unable to stay seated, she propped herself up with one hand, her watery eyes gazing at Ye Chen with a captivating allure. In that moment, she could enchant the world. But this sight was for Ye Chen alone. Her voice, softer than usual, carried a delicate tremor.

"Holy Son, I'll now activate the technique. Please don't resist." Ye Chen snapped out of his reverie. This was the main event. Soul communion wasn't about pleasure—it was the Heavenly Desire Sect's method of merging spiritual senses to facilitate absorption. He was ready, but he reiterated solemnly, "This is my gift to you, Divine Maiden. Take it all—don't leave a single drop!" Fan Qinghe nodded earnestly.

"If it becomes too much, Holy Son, just say our safe word." Ye Chen smiled faintly. A man never admits defeat—he wouldn't call it. The next moment, it began again. This time, he felt his vast spiritual sense being drawn away… Perhaps due to the Nirvana Scripture's mystical nature, despite the extraction, he felt no discomfort—only enjoyment. Ye Chen marveled inwardly. The Heavenly Desire Sect indeed had something special. He wasn't worried about his spiritual sense draining.

Deep down, he'd considered the possibility that the system might not recognize spiritual sense as a gift. All his prior gifts—eyes, heart, golden core—had been tangible. Spiritual sense, intangible and invisible, might not qualify. But fortune favored the bold. With the system, even without feedback, he could restore his spiritual sense in a year or two using his vast resources. It would only cost him time.

But if the system did recognize it, his spiritual sense could surge, potentially surpassing even top-tier prodigies. The choice was obvious. … On Fan Qinghe's side, though she'd known Ye Chen's spiritual sense, as a top prodigy, would be vast—perhaps ten times her own—she was unprepared for the reality. If her spiritual sense was a vast lake, Ye Chen's was an unfathomable ocean, hundreds or even thousands of times greater. She was stunned, unable to comprehend how anyone's spiritual sense could be so immense.

This narrative has been purloined without the author's approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. She couldn't know the resources Ye Chen had poured into it—the countless Divine Abilities, rare treasures long extinct, the Buddhist Holy Land's secret Shakyamuni Heart Refining Art, and the Shakyamuni Fruit, a delicacy even Buddhist prodigies rarely tasted. Coupled with various immortal scriptures and treasure techniques, his spiritual sense had reached a level unimaginable for a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Forget Fan Qinghe—even a Holy Maiden would be shocked. Fan Qinghe had initially thought the first transformation would take just a few hours, enough to drain Ye Chen completely. Now, it seemed it would take at least three days. This filled her with both excitement and emotion. Excitement, because absorbing so much would push her first nirvana beyond mere perfection, reaching a realm no Heavenly Desire Sect Divine Maiden had ever touched.

Emotion, because Ye Chen's vast spiritual sense, forged through immense hardship even for a prodigy, was willingly offered to pave her path. Her gaze on him softened, complex emotions stirring—something beyond mere calculation. Yet, in her sea of spirit sense, she absorbed his spiritual sense relentlessly. The process continued—soul communion paired with absorption. But Ye Chen's spiritual sense was too profound. Even a light draw felt like a tidal wave surging toward her. Her transformation couldn't keep up.

After one day, she felt her mind swelling, nearing capacity. By the second day, she was certain she was full. On the third, she felt like she was overflowing. Several times, she wanted to stop, but Ye Chen, having learned her soul communion technique, actively pushed his spiritual sense toward her. His force was overwhelming, leaving her no chance to refuse… Three days later, Ye Chen was utterly drained—not a drop remained. The ritual finally ended.

Fan Qinghe couldn't sit steady, her beautiful face pale, eyes dazed, looking thoroughly overwhelmed. Ye Chen's sea of spirit sense was pristine, as if licked clean by a dog. His handsome face now sported dark circles, his mind gripped by an unprecedented weakness, like a mortal's. Seeing this, he couldn't help but laugh. If outsiders saw this, who knows what they'd assume.

"Holy Son, you…" Fan Qinghe's head throbbed, her sea of spirit sense stretched to its limit, almost reshaped. She didn't dare move, fearing it might spill. Normally, the first nirvana would complete after absorption, sublimating the sea of spirit sense and enhancing her potential. But she'd taken too much. Digesting everything and completing the transformation would take at least half a month. A blissful problem. She relished the fullness but worried for Ye Chen's wilted state.

She'd drained him completely, leaving nothing—mostly because he never used the safe word and kept pushing more toward her.

"Holy Son, you…" She tried to speak, but Ye Chen's body suddenly trembled. A smile spread across his face as he looked at her.

"Thank you, Divine Maiden, for aiding my cultivation! I sense the opportunity for 'no breaking, no rebuilding.' Everything lost will soon return! Once I recover, I'll surpass my former self, walking an invincible path, guarding you, and slaying all enemies. Divine Maiden, please leave and complete your first transformation to break through to Deity Transformation." His words were heartfelt… but also a clear eviction notice.