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Chapter 174: Seed Trade
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Inside the Hongta Tower, at the 32nd floor, Xiong Haohan opened his phone and saw a message from Xiong Wenwu.
Xiong Wenwu: Zhang Yu is a decent guy—he’s been really kind to me.
Xiong Wenwu: If it’s convenient, could you help him out, Hao Gan?
Xiong Haohan was a manager at Hongta Breeding Company. His connection to Xiong Wenwu stemmed from their shared origins—both had come from the same Breeding Base.
In Hongta Pasture, one’s Breeding Base was a crucial identity marker. Since most of the offspring shared the same father, where a being was born determined who they grew up with, who they studied alongside, and formed lifelong bonds with. It was a natural social glue among the Youyi.
Further distinctions were made based on the specific Hatching Room, dormitory, academic level (middle school or high school), whether they attended Hongta High School, which class they were in, and even their specific Youyi race.
Yes, though all were classified as Youyi in the city’s system, the differences among them were vast. These disparities weren’t just internal—they mattered even to humans.
For instance, Turtle Youyi and Toad Youyi were far less popular than Bear, Dog, or Cat Youyi. They faced more discrimination, struggled to succeed, and Hongta Pasture had been steadily reducing their breeding numbers.
This intricate web of affiliations gave rise to countless small and large factions within Hongta Pasture.
Perhaps due to the discrimination they faced in human society, or the lack of parental support, the Youyi naturally clung to these tightly-knit groups.
Xiong Haohan and Xiong Wenwu, besides sharing the same Breeding Base, had also attended Hongta High School together, both been students in the Model Class, and both were Bear Youyi. This made it easy for Xiong Wenwu to connect with Xiong Haohan through alumni networks and Bear Youyi communities.
In Bear Youyi circles, Xiong Haohan—now a manager at the breeding company after just three years—was a legendary figure: a role model for countless young Bears. A stable, high-earning professional, a man who could afford his mortgage, work late without fear, and navigate the corporate world with ease.
But now, seeing Xiong Wenwu’s message, Xiong Haohan sighed inwardly: Little brother, you’re overestimating me.
Glancing at Zhang Yu’s file, he thought: I’m just a mid-level employee here. Even if I wanted to offer a higher bid for a Songyang High School student, I can’t. Our Breeding Bank and Research Group don’t accept just any data—only top-tier material.
Though he’d long since stopped caring about the latest dramas in the high school circuit, and had no idea who Zhang Yu was—this rising star among the three major schools—there was one thing that remained deeply etched in his mind as a Hongta High School graduate:
Other schools? Their seeds aren’t worth selling.
Songyang High School? That’s just pure waste of paper.
But then he kept reading—Zhang Yu’s monthly exam scores, competition results, physiological metrics...
His eyes widened.
This is from Songyang High School?
This could really be from Songyang High School?
And this kid’s already this strong in his first year? How much has he been invested in? Why’s he even selling seeds?
Xiong Haohan let out a quiet sigh. High school cultivation is an endless pit. The more you want to spend, the more you’ll find to spend on. There’s never enough money.
But regardless—his talent and potential are undeniable.
Still, my rank limits how much I can offer. I doubt I can meet his expectations.
After thinking about Xiong Wenwu’s request, Xiong Haohan finally used his clearance to submit Zhang Yu’s profile upward for review.
That’s all I can do. Whether he gets a good price now depends on his luck and his own worth.
To his surprise, a response came back quickly—requesting that he arrange an immediate meeting with Zhang Yu.
The meeting was scheduled for the very next morning.
The following day, as Zhang Yu just settled into the meeting room, Xiong Haohan rushed in.
“Hello, hello! I’m Xiong Haohan!” He shook Zhang Yu’s hand warmly. “There’s something I’d like to ask of you.”
“We don’t doubt the results from Songyang High School’s testing, but we’d like to collect more precise data from you—specifically your Martial Energy level and Physical Strength Level. These two metrics are most closely tied to Bloodline Inheritance. With accurate numbers, we can move forward in our discussions.”
Zhang Yu didn’t hesitate. He agreed immediately.
Within minutes, he completed the official assessments for Martial Energy and Physical Strength Level at the company.
Martial Energy: 88.14
Physical Strength Level: 8.09
Xiong Haohan first reviewed the core numbers, then scanned through the bloodwork, urine analysis, and other physiological data.
His mind reeled.
These levels… even higher than the last batch of exam results he submitted. Has he improved recently?
He’s barely entering his second year of high school… yet his baseline stats are already at senior level.
No wonder they’re taking an interest. This must be tied to the new Breeding Bank initiative.
Xiong Haohan knew that after Luzhou Group’s breakthrough in in-vitro cultivation technology, Hongta Pasture’s traditional livestock and breeding markets had shrunk dramatically. To survive, the company was forced to pivot—shifting focus toward customized reproduction and bloodline optimization.
And right now, Zhang Yu looked like a perfect candidate—precisely the kind of high-potential material that could accelerate Hongta Pasture’s transformation.
They began discussing the seed trade details.
But soon, Xiong Haohan frowned.
“You’re only offering Research Rights… not Breeding Rights?”
Seeing Zhang Yu nod, Xiong Haohan shook his head.
“Only Research Rights? That won’t fetch a high price. Honestly, we can’t go above a few tens of thousands at best.”
You’ve got such talent—so many people would want to breed from your bloodline. The profit margin there is huge…
Just as Xiong Haohan was trying to persuade him, Fujie spoke inside Zhang Yu’s mind:
Don’t agree to sell Breeding Rights. We’re just here for pocket money.
As for breeding—yes, it could bring a big payout now. But if you ever climb to the upper tiers of Kunxu, offspring and bloodline could become a liability. Rivals might exploit the connection, or even use your lineage to cast Dao spells against you.
Long-term, you’re better off not having children just yet.
Zhang Yu had already heard this warning. He remained firm.
Just as Xiong Haohan began searching for the right words to continue the negotiation, his phone rang.
Zhang Yu watched as Xiong Haohan answered—his body instantly stiffened, his posture straightened, and he began nodding repeatedly, speaking in a subservient tone.
Finally, he hung up, his face a mix of shock and awe.
He turned to Zhang Yu.
“A high-ranking official is interested in you. He wants to speak with you personally.”
Under Xiong Haohan’s guidance, Zhang Yu followed him to the 333rd floor of Hongta Tower, where they stopped before a massive Golden Gate.
Xiong Haohan swallowed hard, staring at the gate with a mix of longing and dread.
“You go in,” he said. “I’m not authorized. I’ll wait out here.”
Zhang Yu pushed the door open and stepped through.
Inside, he found himself walking through a long underwater tunnel, like a marine aquarium.
Above him stretched an endless artificial seawater pool, teeming with creatures—some familiar, others completely alien. Among them swam fish with Dragon Scales and Dragon Horns.
After walking dozens of meters, he reached a vast office.
Behind the glass, a Whale glided slowly through the water.
A towering figure—over three meters tall—stood facing the glass, watching the whale.
“Nice office setup, isn’t it?” the figure said, voice calm and deep. “After making major decisions, I always come here to feel the ocean’s serenity.”
He turned.
His face—neither clearly male nor female—was breathtaking. Delicate Dragon Scales across his cheeks enhanced his beauty like intricate ornamentation. A pair of Dragon Horns arched from his forehead, radiating an aura of dominance that made Zhang Yu instinctively hold his breath.
Though towering, the figure wasn’t bulky like Song Hailong or Zhao Tianxing. His frame was elegant, draped in a flowing black-gold robe that exuded grace and nobility.
Now, he smiled at Zhang Yu.
“Zhang Yu… I like you. Interested in becoming my adoptive son?”
Zhang Yu blinked, stunned.
“You’re… the Black Dragon Director from Hongta High School? The father of so many Youyi?”
He mentally groaned. This is trouble. I just came to sell a seed, and now I’m drawing the attention of a top-tier figure?
The Dragon Director studied Zhang Yu like a cultivator examining a prime seed—valuable, promising, capable of generating massive returns in Hongta Pasture’s new transformation plan.
In truth, Hongta’s shift wasn’t just driven by Luzhou Group’s rise. It was a calculated move based on the board’s long-term vision.
To the Dragon Director, the upper layers of Kunxu had long been dominated by powerful clans—entrenched in every aspect of society.
The future won’t belong to commoners. Or rather, the only commoners left will be the fallen branches of noble families.
The real market? The clans themselves.
As clans grow stronger, the commoners fade from competition. Then it’s just the clans fighting among themselves.
And in that world… a child’s Xian Dao Potential becomes everything.
Clans will invest more and more in bloodline refinement, breeding, and talent enhancement.
Some say the Xian Du clans have already begun using Dao techniques to genetically reshape their heirs.
(End of Chapter)
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