ISWI Chapter 593-596

Chapter 593: A Filial Disciple!

The Heavenly Desire Sect Master watched, envious yet bored, occasionally stealing glances at Ye Chen. Her expectations dwindled. No Heavenly Desire Sect record showed a divine maiden, after her protector's death, achieving transformation or advancement via another's leftovers.

The divine seed's non-native transfer caused massive loss. Most protectors, drained repeatedly, grew too weak to satisfy their divine maiden, let alone others. She held little hope, only pitying the divine maidens' fate—tied to men, reliant on luck and choice.

Stuck at Unity's peak, her own Master, more talented and luckier, lost her protector to an ambush at Mahayana, found as a husk. Despite years of hard cultivation, she stalled at Mahayana Third Heaven, inches from Fourth Heaven, never breaking through.

Even if Ye Chen's vast reserves fed Fan Qinghe fully and, against high loss, gave her enough for a transformation, she'd only reach Mahayana, likely stalling at Third Heaven. The Sect Master's mature face showed a bitter smile—Mahayana was already a dream, yet she mused on post-Mahayana woes. Laughable.

Three days passed in such thoughts. Fan Qinghe soared from early to late Unity, her aura still climbing toward peak. The Sect Master envied her deeply—only cultivators knew Unity's grueling demands.

Yet her disciple, doing nothing, broke two minor realms in three days. Such a tale could birth heart demons in others. Per past divine maidens' insights, protectors typically dried up by now, the ritual ending. But Ye Chen's Dao charms flowed endlessly, undiminished, unwavering.

The Sect Master marveled—his foundation was profound. Yet Fan Qinghe's prior transformations made her a bottomless pit, now absorbing for realm advancement, not yet for transformation. Even Ye Chen's depth likely left little.

Two more days passed.

Fan Qinghe's aura shifted, glowing with perfect Dao charms, visions swirling around her. She'd hit Unity's peak. Five days, early to peak Unity—a record-shattering feat. Enviable.

Yet, five days in, Ye Chen's charms showed no decline—stabler, even accelerating as Fan Qinghe advanced, matching her growing capacity.

The Sect Master's awe deepened. The fourth Holy Son was too formidable. Now, preparations for Fan Qinghe's third transformation would begin.

Fan Qinghe reached late Unity, her Dao charm absorption accelerating. Ye Chen didn't hesitate, ramping up transmission.

Fan Qinghe took deep breaths to adjust, then focused on refining. She estimated: breaking from early to peak Unity used one unit of capacity. Now, she could handle three.

Ye Chen's increased speed, multiples of the initial rate, suggested ten days to finish—barely enough for her. Her Master waited, but even without loss, Ye Chen's remnants wouldn't suffice for her breakthrough, especially with her high loss rate.

Still, Fan Qinghe wanted her Master to feel included, a filial gesture. She'd stop at 2.5 units, letting her Master take the rest. It'd slightly weaken her transformation but was acceptable. Determined, she cultivated earnestly, waiting for the moment to invite her Master.

Four days later, at 2.5 units, Fan Qinghe smiled, satisfied. Ye Chen's reserves must be low. Time for her Master.

"Master, I'm nearly full for transformation. Join the ritual, share the burden," she said.

The Sect Master, seeing Fan Qinghe's expression, knew she wasn't truly complete—her true fullness looked different. Touched by her disciple's filial heart, she knew Ye Chen's remnants wouldn't help her, only hinder Fan Qinghe. She waved it off.

Ye Chen frowned. "Fan Qinghe, you're not at your limit. I said, as your protector, all my Dao charms are your gift. Only when you're fully complete can you share. Until then, give to no one."

As if to punish her, he doubled the transmission speed. Fan Qinghe's eyes rolled back, nearly overwhelmed, but sensing his anger, she gave a pitiful glance, struggling to adapt. Guilt gnawed—she'd promised her Master but now might leave her with nothing.

The Sect Master smiled, letting go. "The fourth Holy Son's foundation is unmatched in the Heavenly Desire Sect's million-year records. Your cultivation is paramount. Use all that remains. My high loss rate can't even sustain a basic transformation. His efforts are better spent making you stronger."

Fan Qinghe's eyes reddened, but she stayed silent, focusing on cultivation. The Sect Master watched, smiling warmly.

Half a day later, Fan Qinghe, frantic, spoke, "Master, I'm full, I can't take more! Come quickly!"

The Sect Master chuckled. Her disciple's filial heart shone, wanting her to taste even a sliver, feigning fullness convincingly. But it wasn't needed.

She waved gently. "Qinghe, focus on your cultivation. Don't worry about me."

Chapter 594: The Future You Will Thank the Struggling You

The Heavenly Desire Sect Master was touched by Fan Qinghe's filial heart. But after such a long absorption, only scraps remained—barely enough to taste, let alone break through to Mahayana. No point. She gently waved, urging Fan Qinghe to focus on herself.

Yet, Fan Qinghe's voice trembled with a sob. "Master, it's real this time… I'm not lying. I've got all the Dao charms needed for transformation. The rest is for you!"

Her odd tone made the Sect Master frown and look closer. Fan Qinghe's exquisite face glowed like sunset clouds, eyes rolling back.

The Sect Master's eyes widened—her disciple was truly full! Her throat tightened, tempted to taste even a bit. But reason prevailed. Shaking her head, she encouraged gently, "Qinghe, there's little left. Push harder! Cultivation is far tougher than this. I spent 200 years reaching Unity—far harder than you. Did I complain? You've hit Unity's peak without effort, so lucky. Endure a bit more now, and the immortal path will be smoother. Persist! The future you will thank the struggling you."

Her elder's demeanor shone, rallying Fan Qinghe. The Nirvana Scripture promised the Heavenly Desire Immortal Body, an immortal-realm physique with vast potential. Per the founder, perfect transformations could rival the Chaos Body. But it was near impossible—even the ascended founder hadn't achieved it. Fan Qinghe, with Ye Chen's immense foundation, might.

Silenced, Fan Qinghe bit her lip, absorbing more. Her conditions were unmatched—her Master, the prior divine maiden, was stuck at Mahayana; her grandmaster, a Supreme Elder, at Mahayana Third Heaven. But she could ride Ye Chen's strength to Mahayana Ninth Heaven, pushing the Heavenly Desire Immortal Body beyond the founder's reach. She couldn't falter now.

Half an hour later, Fan Qinghe wept, tears streaming. "I'm full, truly full… Master, help me, please! My dantian and meridians are about to burst!"

The Sect Master stared at her disciple—eyes white, tears flowing, strangely beautiful. This time, she was genuinely shocked.

The Heavenly Desire Sect Master saw her disciple truly at her limit. But how? Ye Chen's Dao charms hadn't waned after so long—his aura remained steady. How profound was his foundation? Shocked yet tempted, she wondered if more remained than imagined. Could she try for Mahayana?

Fan Qinghe's state was dire, her consciousness fading. As her Master, she couldn't stand idle. But would Ye Chen allow it? Leaning closer, she probed, "Qinghe looks unwell. Holy Son, may I help her?"

Ye Chen didn't answer directly, asking Fan Qinghe, "My Dao charms are yours alone. Are you sure you want to share with your Master?"

Fan Qinghe, mind stuffed, nodded dazedly. "Yes, Holy Son, I do. Sorry for your extra effort and recovery time."

She was genuinely full, answering swiftly.

The Sect Master added, "I won't take much—just enough for a basic transformation to Mahayana. A little is fine."

Ye Chen, having followed procedure and heard Fan Qinghe's confirmation, fell silent. He closed his eyes, resuming Dao charm flow, but slowed it slightly. Only she could absorb this much. If she burst, he'd weep.

The Sect Master, seeing his non-refusal, knew it was approved. Suppressing excitement, she leaned in cautiously, removing barriers and sitting. Her brow glowed, a primordial spirit joining the overhead gathering. She activated the Nirvana Scripture, seeking a channel for Dao charms. But soon, her mature, alluring brow furrowed.

Ye Chen wasn't her protector; remote connection was impossible. Her spirit absorbed a trickle, Fan Qinghe's yielding space, but it was too slow. The Nirvana Scripture's stalled foundation quivered, like parched earth drinking rain—joyous, but the scant amount and tenth conversion rate frustrated her. She craved more. A faster channel required closer contact.

Trepidatiously, she asked, "Holy Son, since you're not my protector, I can't connect remotely. With the channel occupied, may I move closer for a new link?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, eyes closed, channeling charms.

The Sect Master, interpreting silence as consent, inched nearer, positioning herself to form a new channel.

Chapter 595: An Unexpected Windfall!

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 same 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.

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-volume 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 times to save time.

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 someone 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 time. 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…

Chapter 596: Half-Step Great Completion Physique!

Encouraged by Ye Chen, another day passed. The Sect Master was spent, eyes glazed, patting Ye Chen's leg harder, pleading in her gaze. She'd once thought Fan Qinghe weak for shying from what others craved, lacking grit. Now, she understood—she couldn't take it either. Her mind, past thoughts of post-breakthrough strength, now craved only the ritual's end.

Yet Ye Chen's gentle, encouraging voice pressed on: "Sect Master, stuck at Unity for a century—is this your limit? Endure more now, grow stronger in Mahayana. The future you will thank the struggling you. Will you regret not pushing harder when you hit a future ceiling? A bit more could change everything. Will you give up?"

His words jolted her awake, but his relentless, monstrous Dao charms sparked fear. How long must she endure? Then, gently pressing her head, he added, "Just a little left. It'll end soon…"

A little?

Relieved, she rallied, persisting despite the strain.

Another day passed.

Her eyes, now fully white, pupils gone, her slowing mind clung to one thought: What's the fourth Holy Son's 'little'?! She was done, frantically patting his leg, trying to sever the link.

Ye Chen, satisfied, unleashed all remaining Dao charms in a final surge. The Sect Master gasped, collapsing beside Fan Qinghe. Both wore complex expressions—joy and pain entwined.

Ye Chen, trembling with contentment, stood, asking with concern, "Are you… okay?"

Too exhausted to speak, they forced smiles, raising hands in a V-sign to signal they were fine. The odd scene reassured Ye Chen—both were safe. Fan Qinghe's safety mattered, but now the Sect Master's did too.

In his mind, the system chimed:

"Congratulations, host, gift successful!"

"Gift: All personal Dao charms!"

"2,500x feedback processing…"

"Detected: Gift critically vital to recipient, causing intense emotional impact…"

"Triggered maximum critical hit reward…"

Ye Chen grinned. The gift included the Sect Master's share—great news. Her maturity, strong capacity, and high loss rate (one-tenth retention) made her perfect, bypassing Fan Qinghe's capacity limits.

Without her lack of multiplier, Ye Chen might've ditched Fan Qinghe. She was the ideal third party.

The max critical hit wasn't surprising—Fan Qinghe's five-day leap from early to peak Unity, a centuries-long journey for others, plus full transformation, warranted it.

The pain was trivial. For cultivators, nothing trumped cultivation and aptitude. With 2,500x multiplier and max critical hit, Ye Chen eagerly awaited the feedback…

"Reward: 20,000x return of gifted Dao charms…"

"Reward: Dao Embryo!"

20,000x return?

Ye Chen's eyes widened, thrilled but slightly panicked. He knew his own profound foundation and the vast Dao charms he'd drawn in Unity. A 20,000x surge might leave him like Fan Qinghe and the Sect Master—eyes rolled back, collapsed.

But the second reward erased his fears. A Dao Embryo? Not a child, but the culmination of an Innate Dao Embryo physique reaching Great Completion at Quasi-Immortal level. His Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo could form one too. A Dao Embryo could hold endless universal laws, directly channeling the Great Dao's power in battle, rendering him nigh invincible. This was the Innate Dao Embryo's most terrifying trait.

Now possessing one, his physique hit half-step Great Completion—short of Quasi-Immortal yet already there. Against prodigies still evolving their physiques, it was like a father thrashing sons—bullying, plain and simple.

With the Dao Embryo, he needn't fear exploding from the 20,000x Dao charms. Humming lightly, Ye Chen watched Fan Qinghe and the Sect Master struggle upright, refining their charms with the Nirvana Scripture. Unhurried, he sat cross-legged, sensing his changes.

Through inner vision, a godlike Dao Embryo, resembling him, sat in his chest, effortlessly refining the monstrous 20,000x Dao charms. His perception sharpened, the world's veil lifted—like upgrading from 1000-degree myopia to 8K clarity. This would massively aid his Mahayana breakthrough.

The benefits didn't stop there. His sensitivity to Dao charms surged—universal charms rushed to him like mad. His physique's enhancement of Dao and laws grew fiercer. His Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo's techniques were already potent; now, with the Dao Embryo, their power multiplied. Even top-tier techniques like the Battle Secret, True Dragon Treasure Technique, and Imperial Dragon Qi gained amplified might.

In this moment, Ye Chen felt invincible, swelling with the illusion of unmatched supremacy.