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Chapter 36: Class A Contract
Staring at the recommended cultivation techniques on the screen, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but wonder: Who’s my friend browsing these? And which friend exactly is it?
Unfortunately, after enabling real-name login, the majority of his contacts in the real world were just people he’d added on shopping platforms—too many to narrow down.
“Jiutian Rapid Mastery of Eight Sects of Talismans?”
Recalling his 60-point Daoist Arts exam, Zhang Yu clicked on it immediately—only to be immediately deterred by the price: 98,000.
“Too expensive. The talismans aren’t worth it. Not now, anyway.”
He switched to the rankings, curious about what was currently the most popular.
“Changchun Lifespan-Enhancing Cultivation Manual (Premium Revised Edition), Health-Boosting & Disease-Defying Art, Bricklaying King’s In-Depth Guide to the Excavator Grip and Crane Claw, Unedited Version of the Sports Car Leg Technique, Elevator-Style True Practice Handbook…”
Seeing these Qi-Formation stage techniques, Zhang Yu paused, slightly stunned.
The top sellers were clearly longevity and healing arts—something Zhang Yu could fully understand. Who wouldn’t want to live longer? And with medical bills so expensive, it made sense to just cultivate and endure illness yourself.
But beyond that, the next most popular techniques were either strength-based martial arts mimicking excavators and cranes, or lightness-of-body arts based on sports cars and elevators—clearly the kind of skills meant for beasts of burden.
Still, Zhang Yu quickly realized the truth.
Compared to high school students like himself, the real majority of Qi-Formation cultivators were workers—construction laborers, factory hands, delivery drivers, security guards—people doing the work of dozens, often earning high incomes in Kunxu.
For them, the Excavator Grip, Crane Claw, and Sports Car Leg weren’t just flashy skills—they were tools for survival and income. They were the very foundation of their livelihoods in Kunxu.
To them, these techniques were far more practical than chasing cultivation breakthroughs or chasing higher realms.
Once he understood that, Zhang Yu adjusted his filter—setting the age range to 18 to 20.
Instantly, the results changed.
Martial Energy Boosting Strategy, Basic Eight-Part Talisman Universal Dictionary, Jian Ti Thirty-Six Forms Simplified Edition…
Now, the top-selling techniques looked painfully basic—too simple, too elementary.
“Looks like these are all just ordinary high school students buying.”
So Zhang Yu added another filter: cultivation technique level.
Based on what he’d learned at school, cultivation arts were divided into five tiers: Basic, Intermediate, Expert, Military, and Immortal Sect.
He’d heard that even within the Immortal Sect tier, there were finer divisions—but he didn’t know what they were.
After all, Military and Immortal Sect-level techniques weren’t accessible to ordinary people. The former required government or military affiliation; the latter demanded membership in a major sect.
As for his own Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa? He guessed it was Intermediate-tier.
And Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture? Probably Expert-tier.
His eyes scanned the Expert-level techniques: Bu Zhou Ban Shan Jing, Xin Yuan Great Seal, Zhou Tian Xing Dou Jian, Guang Ming Xin Jing…
A pang of envy hit him. But he sighed, shaking his head.
“Expert-level techniques aren’t just harder to master—they demand more prerequisites. Even the cheapest usage rights cost several ten thousand. I can’t afford them.”
“Unless my school’s Contract actually pays me a fortune.”
He glanced again at the Intermediate-level techniques, murmuring to himself:
“Those are the ones I might consider buying after the Contract negotiations are done.”
“Especially if they match my cultivation path—something that could help me reach Dao Heart Level 3 faster, so I can start practicing Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture.”
After browsing through the platform for a while and adding a few promising techniques to his cart, Zhang Yu was about to log out—when he noticed the recommendation bar had changed.
Your Competitor is Placing an Order: Martial Energy Boosting Strategy, Basic Eight-Part Talisman Universal Dictionary, Tianmo Parasitic Technique…
What the hell?!
“Are you seriously using big data like this? Creating artificial competition between users to fuel impulse spending?”
“Wait… what’s this Tianmo Parasitic Technique?”
Your Competitor is Placing an Order: Tianmo Parasitic Technique…
Who wouldn’t click? Even a passing glance would make you stop and stare.
Zhang Yu clicked in.
The technique was a high-tier Expert-level cultivation art combining flesh regeneration, organ transplantation, blood consumption, qi compatibility, and parasitic body possession.
In short, it was a martial art centered on stealing and consuming other people’s bodies.
As a former loyal reader of the official starting webnovel platform, Zhang Yu immediately felt a chill.
Who would buy this? Could this person possibly be good?
Who’s my rival? Who would actually train this kind of abomination?
Is there even a real competitor? Or is this just some scam by the platform?
He hesitated, but then remembered Kunxu’s strange, often unpredictable rules and supernatural logic. It wasn’t impossible.
He checked the price: 300,000.
Only a few people he knew could even qualify. And with the “competitor” tag—
Qian Shen?
Or He Dayou?
Zhang Yu immediately suspected He Dayou. After all, Lei Jun had replayed their battle footage too many times. And he remembered the cold, hostile look in He Dayou’s eyes.
Better keep an eye on all the rich ones around me.
How could someone even train such a beastly technique? They’re barely human.
But then, just below the purchase page, another list appeared:
People who viewed this technique are also watching:
Anti-Parasite Art, Purification Divine Technique, Cutting Heavenly Demon Scroll…
The names were too specific. Too targeted.
Now Zhang Yu doubted his own judgment.
Could this whole thing be a fake? Just a trick to make me spend money?
Given what he knew about Kunxu’s corporations, it was absolutely possible.
Still, he decided to keep it in mind. Before logging out, he added Anti-Parasite Art, Purification Divine Technique, and Cutting Heavenly Demon Scroll to his favorites.
A few minutes later, he reopened the platform and added Tianmo Parasitic Technique to his favorites as well.
Hmph. Let’s see how your opponent feels when they realize you’re also eyeing the same techniques—Anti-Parasite Art, Purification Divine Technique, Cutting Heavenly Demon Scroll…
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Time passed.
Another night slipped by.
Zhang Yu’s Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa advanced again—now at Level 8 (95/160).
Martial Energy, after a full day of intense cultivation, climbed to 12.1.
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The next day.
Songyang High School campus.
Zhang Yu received a friend request with a dumbbell avatar.
> “Zhang Yu, hello. This is Lan Ling from Class 2, Model Class. I’m the Sports Minister of the Student Council. I’d like to discuss something important. Please add me as a friend.”
He accepted.
Moments later, another message arrived:
> “Zhang Yu, good day. To promote the advancement of spiritual Dao in society and help our students reach greater heights on the immortal path, achieving outstanding results, we are honored to formally invite you to negotiate a partnership under principles of mutual consent and win-win cooperation…”
They invited him to meet at noon in the Student Council office to discuss the contract.
So it’s finally here.
That afternoon, Zhang Yu washed his face, combed his hair, and straightened his clothes before heading to the Student Council office.
He had just knocked when the door opened—only to reveal another door.
Wait… no. It wasn’t a second door.
It was a person who looked exactly like a door.
A student with a flat, door-like body opened the door, smiling politely as he stepped aside.
“Are you Zhang Yu?”
Zhang Yu glanced at the dumbbell still in the boy’s hand.
“Lan Ling?”
Just then, a laugh echoed from behind the door-shaped student, followed by rapid footsteps.
“Is that Zhang Yu?!”
A barefoot young man leapt off the sofa and sprinted straight toward him, grabbing both of Zhang Yu’s hands with wild excitement.
“Hahaha! I’ve been waiting all day! I heard Songyang High School just produced another genius! Today, I finally get to meet you!”
He dragged Zhang Yu inside.
Lan Ling followed, introducing:
“Zhang Yu, this is Zhou Chichen, our Vice President of the Student Council.”
Zhang Yu recognized him instantly—this was the top student in Grade 11, the one whose name had appeared everywhere after the Monthly Exam.
Zhou Chichen pulled Zhang Yu down onto the sofa, sitting beside him.
The firm grip on Zhang Yu’s hands, the intense gaze filled with admiration and excitement—it sent a cold ripple through him.
Oh no… is he a fencing athlete?
Zhou Chichen waved a hand in midair. A stack of files flew from the desk and landed in his palm.
“I checked your records as soon as I saw your results.”
“Then I found out… someone actually called the school about your debt.”
Zhang Yu’s heart sank.
They’re going to use this to lowball me, aren’t they?
But Zhou Chichen waved the papers dismissively.
“I heard about it and immediately had my team buy out your debt.”
“Seventy thousand across over a dozen platforms. All here.”
“Ours is a school of prodigies. How could we let one of our stars be crushed under debt? If word got out, other schools would think Songyang High is so poor it can’t even fund its own students.”
With a single breath, he exhaled—Martial Energy flared—and the debt documents turned to ash, scattered like snowflakes in the air.
Zhang Yu stared, stunned.
“From now on, you don’t need to repay anything,” Zhou Chichen said calmly.
“I’ll cover the 700,000 debt myself. No interest. No rush.”
“Just focus on your studies and cultivation. When you graduate, join a major sect, and earn your own wealth—then pay me back when you’re ready.”
Zhang Yu blinked, stunned.
The vice president had just erased his most urgent crisis with a single breath.
Then Zhou Chichen picked up another document.
“This,” he said, “is the Class A Contract we’ve agreed upon after discussion with the President.”
“Five thousand per month for cultivation expenses. All school resources—spirit roots, meditation chambers, Ling Realm, talismans, cafeteria, medicine—get 20% off. Your own private dorm room is reserved. Everything’s taken care of.”
As Zhou Chichen listed each benefit, Zhang Yu’s heart pounded faster and faster.
The urge to sign the contract right then was overwhelming.
(End of Chapter)
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