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Chapter 175: Zhang Yu's Hard-Earned Money
To the Dragon Clan, powerful families would inevitably be absorbed by even mightier ones—a natural trend of Kunxu First Layer’s future.
As competition intensified, mass-produced, genetically optimized offspring like those from Hongta would become the standard breeding model for more and more elite clans.
"Constantly refining and combining the best traits in their bloodlines, producing descendants stronger than the last."
He believed Hongta had a significant edge in this regard—capable of swiftly dominating the market.
The only regret? The past Hongta Group had been too focused on the demon beast and half-demon markets, lacking sufficient high-quality human genetic material.
Especially since the superior genes of noble clans were rarely shared—acquiring them was always difficult.
But now, staring at Zhang Yu, the Dragon saw a future flagship product.
“Songyang City’s top freshman, already racking up competition awards—before even entering his second year, his metrics were already at senior-level standards.”
“Just extract the superior elements from his bloodline… or better yet, use his genetic material directly to enhance the lineage. That alone would attract countless wealthy patrons.”
“If I could secure an exclusive contract… the profits would be astronomical.”
The thought flashed through his mind like lightning. He let out a booming laugh.
“No need to be nervous. If you’re willing, you can call me ‘Father’ right now.”
Zhang Yu remained silent.
A mere two weeks ago—when he was broke, powerless, and barely understood Kunxu—he might’ve already dropped to his knees and called him father.
But now? Especially after learning so much about Hongta Pasture—he wouldn’t dare say a word like that.
He knew the truth behind “Father” and “Son” was just packaging. Behind it came contracts, agreements—traps in disguise.
The Dragon said, “Oh? You’re not interested?”
“I can offer you excellent terms.”
“How about Director of Breeding at Hongta Pasture?”
The Dragon slowly stepped beside Zhang Yu, voice dripping with seduction.
“Once you’re Director, every employee in the company becomes your property—free to restrict their freedom, strip them of will, drain them completely. Isn’t that power you’d love?”
Zhang Yu blinked in surprise.
“Isn’t that illegal?”
The Dragon chuckled, snapping his fingers.
“Xiong Haohan, tonight’s a late shift. I want the next round of breeding campaign concept ready by tomorrow morning.”
A respectful voice replied through the comm:
“Understood. I’ll start immediately.”
The Dragon turned back to Zhang Yu.
“Still not tempted? Just say the word, and you could have dozens of half-demons bowing to you, obeying every command.”
Zhang Yu frowned.
“They’re all your sons, aren’t they? If sons get treated like that, how much better would an adopted son be?”
The Dragon smirked.
“Depends entirely on the contract’s terms.”
“I’m not some old-fashioned fool bound by blood alone.”
“Even if someone shares my blood, if they don’t sign a contract, they’re not my son.”
“But sign one? Even without my bloodline, they’re still my son.”
“I’ll offer you a contract so generous, so favorable, you’ll be satisfied beyond measure.”
“Once signed, you’ll be my true son—higher status than any biological heir. Maybe even inherit my directorship one day.”
His words were intoxicating. Any ordinary high schooler would’ve been tempted beyond resistance.
But Zhang Yu had already endured countless temptations, survived countless traps.
He wasn’t about to fall for the Black Dragon Director’s lure.
Zhang Yu waved his hands frantically.
“Ah, I’d love to sign—but I can’t. You know I’ve already contracted with Zhang Pianpian. The terms forbid me from becoming anyone else’s son.”
“Zhang Pianpian?” The Dragon stared at him, surprised.
“This kid… shows no sign of temptation at all? Is his mind really this clear? No… it’s more than that.”
He realized even the sharpest minds would waver when presented with a golden opportunity.
Yet Zhang Yu gave off the same aura as those who’d been thoroughly deceived and scarred by past contracts.
“Just how badly did Zhang Pianpian screw him over? Why is he this alert?”
The Dragon nodded, feigning understanding.
“I understand you’re bound by contract. No need to be my son. How about… donating your seed instead?”
He clapped his hands.
Instantly, four women—of all shapes, sizes, and vibes—appeared around him. Among them were fox spirits, cat demons, and other half-demons.
“Leave your seed inside them. One done, I’ll pay you 100,000. As many as you can handle—I’ll pay for all.”
Zhang Yu’s breathing grew heavy.
The Dragon smirked inwardly: “Of course. A high schooler with full vitality, his reproductive capacity restored—his resistance is weak. And with this price…”
Zhang Yu forced his head to shake.
“No… no, thank you. I’ll just sell my Research Rights.”
The Dragon’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"I've shown you great sincerity. You refused to call me father. You rejected my offer."
“Am I being too generous?”
A terrifying pressure surged forward, threatening to crush Zhang Yu into the ground.
Zhang Yu gritted his teeth, barely standing.
“I… I’ve already signed a contract with Zhang Pianpian.”
The Dragon’s brow twitched.
“Zhang Pianpian’s contract… even covers this? How broad is it?”
For a moment, his gaze softened with pity.
He thought back to a thousand years ago—when slavery and household servants were common. Whether a slave could reproduce, how, and how many children they could have—was always decided by the master.
But as slave markets faded, the talent market rose. Managing reproduction and offspring became rare.
“Who would’ve thought Zhang Pianpian would control him this tightly?”
He sighed, patting Zhang Yu’s shoulder.
“You’ve been through a lot.”
Then, suddenly, his form shifted. His androgynous face grew more vividly feminine, curves emerging, features sharpening.
“Or how about this? A man? A woman? Or neither—neither dragon nor human?”
“If you don’t like this form, I can undergo surgery in fifteen minutes. Any shape you want.”
“What do you think?”
Zhang Yu stumbled back, face strained.
“No… no, I can’t. It still violates the contract.”
The Dragon smiled faintly, reverting to his original form.
“Fine. Research Rights it is.”
“Go ahead and sign.”
Watching Zhang Yu walk away, the Dragon’s expression turned cold.
His earlier sympathy and kindness had been nothing but a mask.
A fox spirit approached, wrapping her arms around him.
“Director… are you really that interested in Zhang Yu’s genetic material?”
The Dragon replied, “At first, I just thought his bloodline was promising—worth preserving in the Breeding Bank for profit.”
“But if he’s truly bound by contract this tightly… it makes me wonder—what secrets lie in his blood?”
“Is he telling the truth? Or is he lying to protect himself?”
“Either way, this boy isn’t someone easily fooled by temptation.”
“Get the research team to study his seed immediately.”
“If there’s something hidden… we’ll find a way to extract it.”
…
Hours later.
Inside the apartment.
The door creaked open, and Zhang Yu strode in—proud and triumphant.
Bai Zhenzhen turned, eyeing his visibly exhausted frame.
“Did it go through?”
“How much did you get?”
Zhang Yu grinned proudly.
“Didn’t prepare enough this time—only sold fifteen thousand.”
“If they want more next week, I can do it again.”
“Fifteen thousand?” Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes sparkled with envy.
“That’s insane! You’re making a fortune!”
She wished she could earn money as easily as Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu waved his hand.
“A Zhen, don’t worry about money. If you need anything, just borrow from me.”
“Dad!” Bai Zhenzhen rushed to hug him.
“You’ve worked so hard.”
Zhang Yu nodded, sighing.
“It was exhausting… drained me.”
“Any food left at home?”
She hurried to the kitchen.
“Still some leftover demon beast meat from last time. I’ll get it for you.”
She brought it over, feeding him while massaging his shoulders.
“Dad, eat up—more protein, more strength. Next time, sell even more. Our whole family depends on you.”
Zhang Yu sighed inwardly.
This money won’t last forever. I need to boost my potential fast.
With that thought, he immediately reached out to Yu Xinghan, requesting a meeting at the Ling Realm’s Way of Inquiry Hall.
…
Inside a meditation chamber at Bailong High School.
Yu Xinghan sat cross-legged, eyes closed, silently circulating spirit energy.
Yet his mind kept flashing with Li Xuelian’s mature, alluring image—disturbing his focus.
“Damn it.”
“This is unbearable.”
“The root of this problem is too deep.”
“But if I remove it… how can I continue training Tiangang Qigong? Can I really give up this path forever?”
After long hesitation, Yu Xinghan finally contacted Xinghuo Immortal, seeking his master’s advice.
“Hey, Master… I’ve got a friend—Zhang Yu. He’s running into some trouble…”
More than ten minutes passed.
Yu Xinghan hung up, brow furrowed.
Xinghuo Immortal’s advice was simple—two options.
Either keep the root, train his will, and conquer desire—this path leads to strength, but will delay his progress.
Or cut it out now, pause Tiangang Qigong training—this is a temporary escape, but it won’t harm his current performance. Yet if he avoids it now, facing it later may be even harder.
Both paths had their trade-offs.
Yu Xinghan was torn.
Then, his phone lit up—Zhang Yu’s call.
A sudden idea struck him.
(End of Chapter)
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