No Money to Cultivate Immortality?

“True Lord Magneto doesn’t really understand lab management, campus asset safety, or our work in general,” Feng Yuhan said. “But I can’t ignore her negligence.”

As Feng Yuhan spoke, Zhang Yu’s consciousness crossed countless spiritual realms, directly entering the Supreme Purity Realm.

Feeling the connection, Zhang Yu was shocked. “The Supreme Purity Realm can bypass the blockade? My sister’s Dao Seed is truly unfathomable.”

At first, he thought the Supreme Purity Sigil was about as powerful as Bai Zhenzhen’s Greenlotus Sword Embryo—but the more he used it, the more he felt that the Supreme Purity Sigil’s potential might even surpass it.

“Hm?” In the grand hall, Zhang Pianpian opened her eyes. “You’ve been sealed off?”

After Zhang Yu briefly explained the situation, Zhang Pianpian smiled faintly. “No need to worry. Don’t contact anyone. Just return.”

Zhang Yu asked, “Shouldn’t we tell True Lord Magneto about what’s happening?”

“Magneto is no fool,” Zhang Pianpian said. “Feng Yuhan has been monitoring her lab for ages—do you think she wouldn’t have prepared for this?”

“The moment your Sun-Moon Bracelet went offline, she probably noticed. She’s most likely already observing you and Feng Yuhan from the shadows.”

“If you try to send a message through the Supreme Purity Realm now, you’ll only expose your trump card.”“Go back.”

…

High above the sky.

Director Gao looked down at Zhang Yu and Feng Yuhan, sighing. “Magneto, are you still not going to act? How long are you planning to watch?”

True Lord Magneto replied calmly, “Why not take this chance to see what our student is really made of?”

Director Gao shook his head. “You put too much faith in testing human nature. Human nature doesn’t withstand testing.”

Magneto smiled. “If someone can’t endure a few tests, why should I trust them?

I know everything in this world has a price. Only by understanding a person’s psychological price tag can I truly rely on them.”

Meanwhile, as Zhang Yu’s awareness returned, he heard Feng Yuhan’s voice again.

“Once you hand over the key organ for safekeeping, True Lord Magneto can apply through me to conduct experiments.

And as I said, this is a good thing for you.”

As he spoke, Feng Yuhan’s fingertips glimmered—three hundred spirit coins manifested, stirring grand phenomena between heaven and earth.

“The school can pay three hundred spirit coins to buy the full copyright of your organ.”

A confident smile spread across Feng Yuhan’s face.

He believed that three hundred spirit coins for a Foundation Establishment student’s organ was a deal no one could refuse.

Looking at the three hundred spirit coins causing celestial ripples, hearing the ethereal hum of soul cultivators from the depths of the spiritual realm, Zhang Yu did hesitate for a moment.

He was about to start constructing the Heaven-Sun Radiance Divine Prototype—he desperately needed funds.

Although he’d received some project support from the Artifact Refinement Department, he had just mastered ten artifact-forging Techniques in a row, and the cost had been steep. His bank balance was now barely fifty spirit coins.

With three hundred more, his plans would go much more smoothly.

Feng Yuhan said mildly, “You don’t need to worry that surrendering the organ means you’ll lose participation rights.

I’ll just hold onto it. You and True Lord Magneto can apply through me whenever you need it for experiments.

I’m only doing my duty for the lab’s property safety. I hope you understand.”

Zhang Yu shook his head firmly. “Unless my teacher agrees, I won’t sell.”

Feng Yuhan frowned. “You’ve been applying for a project loan recently, haven’t you? For the Heaven-Sun Radiance Divine Prototype?”

“The application reached my office yesterday.”

“If you won’t cooperate with our work, I don’t think you qualify for the school’s loan.”

At his threat, Zhang Yu again shook his head. “My teacher guided me step by step to where I am now. Every part of my body belongs to her mentorship. Without her consent, I won’t sell any of it.”

High in the sky, Magneto burst into laughter. “Old Gao, what do you think now?”

Director Gao’s expression was complicated. “Looks like he truly respects his teacher.”

Magneto smirked. “Or maybe he’s acting. Could he have guessed we’re watching nearby?”

Director Gao sighed. “You’re too suspicious. It’s time to step in.”

The next instant, Director Gao struck. A terrifying Earthfiend gravity surged—space stretched, twisted, and distorted, as though the entire world was being dragged into a colossal void.

“This is… the Heavenly Kunlun Mountain-Moving Might?” Zhang Yu was stunned. “At least Gold Core level… no, Nascent Soul-level power!”

Under that overwhelming force, even sunlight bent.

At the same time, Feng Yuhan’s restraints shattered into pieces.

Lifting his gaze, Feng Yuhan snorted coldly. “Gao Chongguang, since when does the Civil Engineering Department meddle in artifact refinement? Still willing to run errands for Xiao Yurong?”

Xiao Yurong—so that was True Lord Magneto’s original name. It was Zhang Yu’s first time hearing anyone call her that.

Gao Chongguang replied calmly, “What happens between us isn’t your concern.”

As the phantom of the Nine-Heavens Solar Yang Pagoda emerged in the distance, Feng Yuhan sneered and backed away.

“True Lord Magneto, I acted purely out of public duty.

With the Top Ten League approaching and inter-school tensions high, my approach was simply the safest one.”

Once Feng Yuhan departed, True Lord Magneto appeared before Zhang Yu.

“You alright?” she asked.

Zhang Yu exhaled in relief—but Magneto added, “Though, Feng Yuhan wasn’t entirely wrong.”

“Pleasure and Harmony University still hasn’t given up on causing trouble. The coming Top Ten League will be full of surprises.”

“For safety’s sake, you should still let me keep the item for now.”

Zhang Yu hesitated, visibly torn.

“I won’t cheat you,” Magneto said. “If he offered three hundred spirit coins, I’ll match that.”

But Zhang Yu still didn’t agree.

He remembered when he first arrived at Kunxu—when he heard that sterilization was a condition for admission.

Back then, he’d felt only rejection.

Yet through years of life here, his bottom line had eroded bit by bit—selling his time, his labor, his blood, even his seed.

And now… even his organs?

After all these years of study, Zhang Yu suddenly felt like he was back at Songyang High School.

He recalled that interview question: “Have you been sterilized?”

And this time, his answer was no.

“For the sake of survival, I’ve let Kunxu change me bit by bit,” he thought. “But I refuse to be completely assimilated. I refuse to become a full Kunxu native.”

A sudden clarity flashed through his mind. From the day he first entered high school, that sterilization question had become an anchor—a point that separated him from this world.

In his mind, the Four-Headed White Ox roared in approval.

Zhang Yu lifted his head and said solemnly, “Teacher!

Forget the three hundred spirit coins. Anything you want from me, take it.

But let me reach Gold Core or Nascent Soul first—then I can offer something better in quality.”

Though he had resolved not to let Kunxu break his final bottom line, Zhang Yu also understood—there was a right way to refuse.

Magneto smiled. “If you don’t want to, then don’t. Let’s go back.”

She took Zhang Yu by the arm, flying back toward University City.

Privately, she messaged Director Gao: That kid refused three hundred spirit coins for a single organ?

Director Gao stroked his chin, smiling. Haven’t seen a student like that in a long time.

Magneto laughed: You used to be like that too.

Director Gao’s face darkened. Why drag me into this?

Magneto chuckled. I was just thinking—weren’t our old disciples like that too, back when they were still alive?

After a pause, Director Gao replied quietly, Yeah.

Back at Wanfa University City, Magneto grabbed Zhang Yu and headed for the lab again.

Seeing Director Gao still lingering, she smirked. “What? Want to watch?”

“Just forging,” he said flatly. “Nothing worth watching.”

“Then I’ll be off,” she said, leading Zhang Yu toward the lab.

Director Gao watched them go, a faint smile playing at his lips.

…

Another month passed—early September.

Zhang Yu continued studying one artifact blueprint after another. With the support of the Supreme Purity Realm and his natural gift for refinement, his progress was astonishing.

He had already mastered nearly half of the prerequisite schematics needed for constructing the Heaven-Sun Radiance Divine Prototype.

Meanwhile, True Lord Magneto refined the Yang Artifact Law Husk through bionic technology—upgrading it through dozens of iterations until the final version reached Level 30, just one step away from the threshold needed to replicate a Dao Seed.

Amid these busy days, Zhang Yu felt the atmosphere across the entire University City growing heavier.

The new Top Ten League was about to begin.

And in this fierce rivalry between academies, as tensions reached an unprecedented level…

A financial storm descended without warning.

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