Chương 592: Chapter 591: A Bold Idea!

Fan Qinghe was stunned. Ye Chen, seeing her, smiled—partly due to her beauty, partly due to the system's prompt:"Matching target Fan Qinghe's multiplier updated… 2, 500x!" This matched the fiancée's multiplier. Initially 1, 500x, her first Nirvana with his spirit sense raised it to 1, 800x. Now, her second Nirvana with his Yin-Yang Qi hit 2, 500x—a massive leap. Ye Chen deduced Nirvana's effect tied to absorption volume. Her first time, she barely managed, head spinning. The second, she nearly burst, guided by him.

More absorbed, better the Nirvana, bigger the multiplier boost. This benefited him too—higher multipliers meant larger capacity, more feedback, and more he could give. Win-win. Determined, Ye Chen vowed to push Fan Qinghe past her limits this Nirvana. Fan Qinghe, shocked yet worried her low realm would consume most for advancement, leaving little for Nirvana. But recalling her last overwhelmed state—lazy, barely able to smile—and Ye Chen's crushing of six prodigies, she relaxed. His vast foundation ensured enough.

Overloading again? Impossible. Her second Nirvana's massive boost made her terrifyingly strong, her capacity vastly improved—no repeat of last time's embarrassment. … Knowing Ye Chen, the top youth, still rushed to aid her at Unity's peak showed his care. Conquered long ago, her eyes brimmed with affection.

"Holy Son, you're so good… Let's go to my cave!" Ye Chen nodded, ready to follow. The Sect Master coughed lightly, eyes anxious. She wouldn't steal from her disciple, risking her immortal path, but what if Fan Qinghe left some? Take her along! Fan Qinghe, hearing the cough, recalled her promise. Though doubting there'd be enough, she'd agreed. Just one more person watching—no loss. Clinging to Ye Chen's arm, she blinked.

"Holy Son, can my Master join this Nirvana?" Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Join? Ye Chen glanced at the mature Sect Master, confused by the request for a third Nirvana. Noticing his gaze, Fan Qinghe clarified, "No… Master also cultivates the Nirvana Scripture, but her protector died, stalling her at Unity's peak. She can gain from you, though at one-tenth efficiency. She hopes to break into Mahayana. Master raised me through hardships, so I want to help…"

She assumed Ye Chen wouldn't refuse, knowing his non-exclusive affection and her Master's beauty. The Sect Master's face mixed embarrassment and hope, a young girl's expression on a mature woman—irresistibly charming. But, shocking them, Ye Chen refused instantly.

"No, my hard-earned Dao charms are for you alone!" No ploy or loyalty display—just practicality. The Sect Master lacked feedback eligibility. Even if Fan Qinghe couldn't absorb all, Ye Chen wouldn't waste charms on her. Though he liked her type, he had little interest in playing the villain. The fiancée rumors were just misunderstandings. The Heavenly Desire Sect Master hadn't expected Ye Chen's swift refusal.

Her emotions churned, a forced smile on her mature face as she waved it off, urging Fan Qinghe to take Ye Chen away. Fan Qinghe, heart warmed by Ye Chen's words, felt a pang seeing her Master's pained smile. Her Master had been so good to her. Hesitating, she pleaded, "Holy Son, I know your feelings for me… but my Master's been stuck at Unity's peak so long, it's pitiful. Can I take less this time, leave some for her? You're so strong, you must have plenty.

She only needs a bit to break through to Mahayana, not for transformation…" Before Ye Chen could reply, the Sect Master waved her delicate hand, cutting Fan Qinghe off, fearing she'd upset Ye Chen and harm her own cultivation.

"Qinghe, stop. The Holy Son's refusal shows his deep, singular devotion to you. Whether I break through doesn't matter—I've over a thousand years of lifespan left, no rush! Go cultivate with him!" Ye Chen, listening, sparked a bold idea. Fan Qinghe's talk of taking less was a joke—she couldn't even handle half his current Dao charms. He'd come prepared for leftovers. But their words inspired him: he could gift the charms to Fan Qinghe, and if she couldn't absorb them all, she could pass some to her Master.

It still counted as gifting Fan Qinghe, not her Master. With her Master's high loss rate—ten parts yielding one—she could help him offload even more. Perhaps, through her, he could fully expend his nearly five years' worth of Dao charms, not a drop left. Ye Chen furrowed his brow, eyeing Fan Qinghe as if seriously considering her request.