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Chapter 145: Zhang Yu, Valuation??? (Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Inside the office.
Not long after Deng Bingding had recorded Yun Jing’s valuation, a junior deity by her side spoke up.
"Deng Lord, Ye Lingshao is causing trouble over here."
Deng Bingding glanced over and saw the illusionary projection of Ye Lingshao—unmoved by any temptation.
No matter the superior cultivation conditions, no matter the fate of his family’s honor or downfall—nothing could sway him from his goal: passing the High School Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate exam.
If Deng Bingding were to judge, it was sheer selfishness, relentless ambition, and the audacity to climb the immortal path without pause.
Yet she believed that, given enough pressure, even he would eventually agree.
After all, every human had a price.
But Ye Lingshao’s demand caught her completely off guard.
In the Illusory Realm, Ye Lingshao said, “You all possess such great power. Can you tell me how to apply the Affinity Charm to a human?”
Deng Bingding’s brows knitted. “How on earth did Ye Lingshao learn about this?”
The junior deity hesitated. “Lord Deng, what should we do?”
“The secret of applying Affinity Charm to humans is of utmost importance. It must not be disclosed lightly.”
“Even though this is just the Illusory Realm, we could easily deceive him.”
“But the Foundation Establishment Exam’s Illusory Realm preserves every memory and record.”
“If we undervalue him, we’d be deliberately giving him a low score. If we overvalue him… he’ll realize there’s a massive secret hidden here.”
“This is… extremely delicate.”
Deng Bingding felt a wave of annoyance. Then, she suddenly realized something.
“Someone who can resist so many temptations in the Illusory Realm and still ask about this… must already suspect the secret’s value. He likely already grasps what it truly represents.”
“Hmph. But this Ye Lingshao’s curiosity is far too great. His greed is staggering.”
“But isn’t that precisely the kind of ambition that marks a true immortal seed?”
Her mind shifted instantly. She decided to take a different route.
“Where did he hear about this? Was it hearsay, or did he actually witness it?”
The junior deity replied, “He claims he saw it with his own eyes—some high schooler named Zhang Pianpian used it. I’ve reviewed the student’s file. He’s exceptionally talented, even serving as Deputy Captain of the Songyang City Inspection Team. But he doesn’t seem the type to possess such a technique. Could he be lying to Ye Lingshao?”
Deng Bingding closed her eyes. Vast scenes from the Ling Realm unfolded before her mind’s eye.
She reached a towering shelf and flipped open Zhang Pianpian’s file. Her divine power swept through it swiftly, revealing the student’s entire life history.
This was the first-level archive of the Department of the Common People—where records of every individual in the realm were stored.
As Deng Bingding scanned the data, a strange sensation stirred within her.
“This Zhang Pianpian… truly outstanding. Even served as Deputy Captain of Songyang City. Too good, almost suspiciously so.”
“Again, Songyang City…?” Deng Bingding frowned. “Why do all these students from Songyang seem… off?”
As she pondered, the Sixth-Rank Four Directions Wanderer God suddenly sensed something amiss.
“Zhang Pianpian’s file… someone tampered with it?”
Her heart jolted. No one dared interfere with the archives.
But when she attempted to peel back the hidden truth beneath the file, a sudden, overwhelming sense of danger stopped her cold.
Not my business. I don’t want to know anything.
After a pause, she withdrew, closing the file.
She reported Ye Lingshao’s case upward—but said nothing about Zhang Pianpian.
She chose to remain ignorant.
But what shocked her even more was the speed of the response.
“A direct directive from the Department of the Common People?” Deng Bingding’s pulse quickened. Zhang Pianpian must be involved in something big. What plan or scheme is he tied to?
The order from above was clear: Lower Ye Lingshao’s valuation to 5.5 billion.
Watching this, Deng Bingding felt a quiet sigh.
Many Kunxu people—especially the poor—believed the rules of the Top Ten Sects, the decrees of the Eightfold Deities, were divine laws, unbreakable.
But Deng Bingding knew better.
The Foundation Establishment Exam hadn’t always been untouchable. At first, there were those who tried to manipulate it—some mortals, some deities.
But they were all sent to the Ling Realm to enjoy eternal bliss.
Eventually, no one dared try again.
Yet even now, with the entire Kunxu First Layer under strict order, a high-ranking figure could still intervene.
Like now—lowering Ye Lingshao’s evaluation with just a single decree.
People have prices. So do the rules of Kunxu.
As long as one can pay the cost, almost anything is possible.
For some, the cost is their entire family. For others… just a single order.
Deng Bingding cleared her mind, burying the incident deep within.
She turned her gaze to the final candidate in the Dao Heart Test—Zhang Yu.
Or rather, at this moment, every deity in the office—the Four Censors and Deng Bingding herself—had their focus locked on Zhang Yu’s Illusory Realm.
Deng Bingding murmured, “Zhang Yu… still holding on?”
Huang Zichou, however, sounded tense and excited. “Lord Deng, if this continues, Zhang Yu’s Illusory Realm will collapse.”
“What?” Deng Bingding’s eyes narrowed, her divine power sweeping toward the record.
…
Inside the Illusory Realm.
Zhang Yu found himself surrounded by more and more items—without even realizing it.
Celestial Spirit Roots. Spirit Armor. Citizen status in Xian Du City.
Countless valuable things were offered—yet he refused to give up on the Foundation Establishment Exam.
Even when they offered company shares, Zhang Yu’s face twitched with greed—but he clenched his teeth, refusing to surrender.
Because the moment he even considered it, a cold shiver ran through his soul.
This idiot Ritual… can’t just accept the offer? Can’t I just retake it next year?
No… this Ritual isn’t that stupid. There’s something wrong here.
As the Illusory Realm continued its endless testing and escalating bids, Zhang Yu’s consciousness began to sense something deeply off.
Wait… this is already worth over a billion, right?
Are you guys seriously offering this much?
Is giving up the Foundation Establishment Exam really worth this?
As he began questioning it, everything around him grew increasingly surreal—like he was trapped in a dream.
…
Back in the office.
Deng Bingding frowned. “How did it go this high? What are you doing?”
She suspected Huang Zichou had tampered with the valuation.
Huang Zichou insisted, “Lord Deng, check the records. I didn’t inflate it. The Illusory Realm evolved naturally, step by step. I’ve tried everything—yet he refuses to give in!”
Deng Bingding scowled, flipping through the logs again. The data confirmed it: Zhang Yu was utterly unyielding.
She knew the Illusory Realm could suppress students’ awareness of inconsistencies—but only up to a point.
The more a student resisted, the more absurd the offers became. The more illogical the realm grew. The more the sense of dissonance intensified.
And when that dissonance reached its peak… the Illusory Realm would collapse.
Ye Lingshao and Yun Jing, both wealthy and strong, had been able to endure the escalating pressure—because they were strong candidates, and their minds could rationalize the absurd.
But Zhang Yu? He wasn’t a top contender. He was poor. So the higher the price rose, the more painfully obvious the cracks in the illusion became.
Watching this, Deng Bingding suddenly felt a new thought—unfamiliar, yet undeniable.
Maybe the poor have an advantage here. If they hold on long enough… they might break through the Illusory Realm’s illusions more easily than the rich?
She shook her head, pushing the idea aside.
“Did you at least ask him what he wants?” she asked.
Huang Zichou quickly replied, “I did! Look behind you!”
…
Inside the Illusory Realm.
Zhang Yu felt like he was drowning in a dream.
How could anyone offer this much to just give up the Foundation Establishment Exam?
And the Ritual’s reaction… it’s all wrong.
Am I… actually…?
Just then, the voice interrupted his thoughts.
Zhang Yu, curious, replied, “What do I want?”
In truth, what he truly craved was to be free—rid of the Ritual’s power, to live without chains.
But he couldn’t utter a word about the Evil God. Even in this dreamlike state, he dared not speak it.
So he settled on the next best thing—the only path he could name.
Get into the Top Ten. Join a sect. That’s the only way to fulfill my dream.
And given the current offer—abandoning the exam—Zhang Yu carefully shaped his words.
He knew the request he was about to make would be impossible.
But the dreamlike haze made him laugh, a wild, unrestrained laugh.
“I want to climb the immortal path. All the way to the top.”
“So if you want me to give up, you’ll have to offer me something better.”
“Better than passing the Foundation Establishment Exam on the first try. Better than getting into university. Better than getting top-tier treatment in the Top Ten. Better than having a higher chance of joining a sect.”
“And… oh, one more thing. You have to include Bai Zhenzhen.”
…
Back in the office.
“Everyone has a price,” Deng Bingding had repeated countless times.
But now, hearing Zhang Yu’s demand—amplified by the Illusory Realm—she was stunned.
This guy… does he even know what he’s asking?
A poor soul from the First Layer… asking for something like this?
Is this even possible in the First Layer? Better than succeeding in the Foundation Exam on the first try?
Even the richest in the Second or Third Layers might not be able to secure such an opportunity.
And he wants to bring someone else along…
Staring at Zhang Yu’s projection, Deng Bingding couldn’t decide whether to admire his ambition—or mock the greed the Illusory Realm had awakened in him.
Huang Zichou whispered, “Lord Deng… what now? He’s clearly not going to give up. He knows this price is impossible.”
Deng Bingding sighed. “There’s no point continuing. The temptation has long surpassed any rational limit.”
“If the Illusory Realm were to fulfill such an impossible request… Zhang Yu would snap out of it. The realm would collapse.”
“Or…” She spoke softly, “he might already be waking up.”
“End the Dao Heart Test.”
Huang Zichou hesitated. “Then… what about his score?”
“What else can we do?” Deng Bingding replied with a weary sigh. “At least this Illusory Realm couldn’t reveal his true limit.”
She wrote down the result:
Zhang Yu – Valuation: Unknown??? – Dao Heart Test failed to determine limit.
(End of Chapter)
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