No Money to Cultivate Immortality?

The instant Su Yanyang saw the public statement from the Nectar Sovereign, his heart surged with excitement, as if it were about to explode.

“Nectar Coins are about to skyrocket!”

“They’re going to explode!”

He immediately logged into the platform, intending to go all in. But no matter how many times he raised his bid, he couldn’t buy a single Nectar Coin. He could only watch helplessly as the price soared higher and higher.

By the time he finally managed to buy a small amount, half of his underground crypt had already been breached by the Yellow-Turban Enforcers.

Panicking, Su Yanyang scrambled to deploy his formation, using the power of Small Threefold Harmony to resist the incoming onslaught.

“Damn it…”

Just thinking about how much he’d lost by selling his Nectar Coins too early made Su Yanyang’s heart ache.

“Who the hell leaked the news?”

“And during the Military License exam, of all times… Was this a deliberate move against us?”…

Meanwhile—

At another testing ground—

As Nectar Coin surged again, the Soul Cultivators under Ping Han’s command erupted in cheers, and the assault from their artifacts became fiercer than ever.

Yet Ping Han himself looked even more composed, his gaze deeper than before.

In that moment, he circulated his mana and tapped into the Spiritual Realm Network. Within seconds, he had mortgaged part of his Nectar Coin holdings.

His artifact membership leveled up again. The Soul Cultivators’ computational resources increased. His Law Husk rapidly downloaded one Level 20 Technique after another from the Spiritual Realm…

At that moment, with Nectar Coin’s value soaring, Ping Han rode the wave of heavenly momentum. His power surged yet again.

He stood firm before the relentless onslaught of Yellow-Turban Enforcers, one palm raised to the sky, one pressed to the earth. With a thunderous roar, his mana burst forth like molten lava erupting from the planet’s crust.

He roared in his heart: “Two years!”

“Who knows what I’ve endured these past two years?”

“I’ve ridden the tides, weathered the coin crashes. I’ve gone bankrupt nine times—and never wavered.”

“Through it all, I forged an indomitable Dao Heart that feels no fear even if the heavens collapse! I’ve trained eyes that see through the world’s forces! I’ve gained power that shakes the earth!”

“Now, a single thought from a Nascent Soul cultivator sends shockwaves across the world.”

“But those shockwaves can’t hurt me. I ride them, rise with them, soar higher than ever.”

“In today’s Military License Exam… who dares challenge me? Who is worthy to defeat me?”

With another deafening roar, waves of Yellow-Turban Enforcers shattered beneath Ping Han’s power.

…

Aboard the flying vessel—

To the eyes of judges and guests alike, the world seemed to boil into a tide of Spirit coins, brimming with immense Immortal Dao power. The coins swirled in sync with Ping Han’s hand seals and mana flows, raining down upon him and sweeping out in every direction with his will.

True Lord Qiyun watched Ping Han with ever-growing admiration. “Another breakthrough in combat strength.”

“This one’s a born coin trader. He might truly advance on the Immortal Path.”

Beside him, True Lord Tianxiang nodded with genuine respect. “To face market volatility mid-battle and not falter—rather, to leverage it into explosive combat strength… Ping Han is no ordinary talent.”

Fifth-Rank True God Geng Chenyinnn remarked, “Overwhelming force crushes all strategies. With Ping Han’s current strength, no one here can match him.”

On the other side, Director Gao couldn’t help but question himself as he watched.

“Did I misjudge Ping Han? After these two years of hardship… has he truly shed his impulsiveness and tempered his Dao Heart against the whims of the market?”

At the same time, the Yellow-Turban Enforcers’ assault escalated rapidly, reaching its most ferocious and brutal wave yet.

Giant Yellow-Turban Enforcers charged in like divine giants. Some stood over ten meters tall, clad in armor like mobile mountains.

Others were slender, wreathed in cyclones, darting forward at several times the speed of sound.

Some crawled on all fours like beasts, bristling with vibrating magnetic weapons.

Others bore Thunder Armored Divine Bolts on their backs, spitting stormfire tornadoes from their mouths…

Each of these Yellow-Turban Enforcers fought like a Foundation Establishment cultivator, swarming toward the formation’s core with coordinated intelligence and formations.

To the watching candidates, one thought emerged clearly—the Yellow-Turban Enforcers were no longer mere puppets. This was an army. A Yellow-Turban Army.

Faced with this wave, already reeling Su Yanyang crumbled further. His underground palace was ripped apart section by section. Spiritual energy conduits severed. The formation’s control hub was bombarded by Divine Thunder.

Gritting his teeth, Su Yanyang glanced at the last five minutes on the clock. “Hold out… I can last till the end.”

On another front, Xiao Yunji also stopped holding back.

Her three-headed, six-armed form began to morph. As her heads shifted and her arms retracted, her body stretched long… vaguely taking on a draconic shape?

Was Xiao Yunji transforming her Law Husk into a dragon for battle?

Would she harness the dragon’s majesty, tyranny, and power to sweep away the Yellow-Turban Enforcers?

No. To Xiao Yunji, dragons were just food. Just another breed from the farms.

How could they compare to the furious might of a high-speed train, forged by Immortal Dao technology to traverse the world?

Her form twisted further—into a train over ten meters long. A high-speed train surpassing dragons in speed, power, and durability.

The train levitated over a Magnetic Channel. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, it shot forward—turning every Yellow-Turban Enforcer in its path into nothing but speed bumps.

…

Aboard the flying vessel, the guests were lavish with praise.

“No wonder Xiao Yunji’s Law Husk synchronization rate was so low.”

“It’s a completely non-humanoid Law Husk—devoid even of animal traits.”

“With no biological sensory feedback, her humanity erodes. It’s no wonder synchronization lags. Without a powerful mental state, even her Dao Heart might regress.”

True Lord Qiyun commented, “Each modification and enhancement she accepted—all to soar today.”

True Lord Tianxiang sighed. “But even so, there are limits to human effort. No matter how she sheds her humanity… she can’t stop Ping Han’s momentum now.”

Then, Fifth-Rank True God Geng Chenyinnn chuckled. “Gentlemen, look there. Another surprise contender.”

…

Zhang Yu’s body had swelled, devouring the shattered Yellow-Turban Enforcers en masse. After digesting the remains, he spat out refined construction materials.

Martial Qi surged, transporting these materials throughout the Earth Golem’s body. Under the craftsmanship of the Formless Golem, the materials were shaped into a skeletal framework.

With bones forming inside, the Earth Golem became sturdier. Its internal energy circuits started mimicking a human body.

Zhang Yu knew the waves of attack would keep escalating. He had to accelerate—evolve rapidly.

So he refined materials, built the skeleton. The Earth Golem grew heavier, slower… but the power it held became monstrous.

He even used the bone ash of the Ying clan within the Earth Golem, strengthening it with blood-sacrificing rituals.

Zhang Yu was building the Earth Golem into a mobile fortress.

And watching his family’s ashes used this way, Ying Xin’s great-grandfather felt a rush of warmth.

“Father, we fight side by side again!”

“Family’s ashes… truly warm the heart.”

As Zhang Yu continued enhancing the Earth Golem, he didn’t stop with just bones. He began crafting something else as well.

So, when the final wave of attacks came crashing in, Zhang Yu grabbed armor plates forged from Yellow-Turban Enforcer remains and fitted them onto the Earth Golem.

In an instant, the thirty-meter-tall Earth Golem was clad like a divine general in full battle armor.

Zhang Yu decided: it could no longer be called an Earth Golem—or even a Formless Golem.

He would name it the Formless Spirit General.

Boom!

A Thunder Armored Divine Bolt shot from a Yellow-Turban Enforcer, slamming straight into the Formless Spirit General’s chest with terrifying force.

Had this been the mud-sculpted Earth Golem created casually with Small Threefold Harmony, it would’ve been obliterated.

But now, amid a deafening blast, the armor on the Formless Spirit General’s chest only blackened slightly—barely dented.

Supported by internal bones and Martial Qi, the Formless Spirit General stood unshaken—defiant upon the battlefield.

Its defense meant Zhang Yu no longer had to constantly draw earth to repair it.

It meant Small Threefold Harmony could be fully dedicated to controlling its movements and maintaining its structure.

Not just stronger—but more refined in control and design.

The armored figure trembled. Its internal form had grown exquisitely intricate.

With Zhang Yu’s micro-level martial control and the Martial Saint Body’s enhancements, the rough sand adhered to the bones like true flesh and blood.

Combined with the flowing Formless Cloud Qi, the Formless Spirit General moved like a living being—an enlarged version of Zhang Yu himself.

Boom!

A step. A shoulder drop. An elbow sink. A palm strike!

The sand-formed sinews twisted and vibrated like steel cables, unleashing explosive force.

Under that surge of Martial Qi, a ten-meter-tall Yellow-Turban Enforcer was smashed into powder.

Zhang Yu had just unleashed the Dragon Elephant Mountain-Crushing Palm through the Formless Spirit General.

Roar!

In the next moment, the Formless Spirit General let out a thunderous roar. Violent Martial Qi gathered in its mouth.

At the same time, in its dantian, several Beacon Platforms ignited with thunderfire, bombarding Zhang Yu’s Formless Cloud Qi.

Beyond bones and armor, Zhang Yu had built defensive installations within the Formless Spirit General.

Now, the Beacon Platforms unleashed thunderfire. Channeled by Nine Heavens Cloudstride Force, the blast erupted from its mouth—a beam like a blazing line—sweeping across the Yellow-Turban Army a hundred meters away.

…

Aboard the flying vessel—

Director Gao couldn’t help but smile. “That’s my civil engineering prodigy. His construction skills are being pushed to the limit.”

“This isn’t just strength. It’s design genius. Zhang Yu fused his powers into a whole—achieving results far beyond the sum of their parts.”

True Lord Qiyun silently mused, “Civil engineering techniques, martial applications… but in the end, his thinking follows the path of Artifact Refinement. This kid’s insides are already shaped like magnetic poles.”