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Chapter 412: How Much for a Junior College Student?
Hearing Xiao Qingxuan’s words, Zhang Yu nodded. “I’ve heard a little about it.”
Xiao Qingxuan continued. “That ancient Jin Dan Immortal… he actually didn’t intend to kill me. He even taught me a great deal. He only planned to return my Physical Body once he found a new one.”
Zhang Yu thought to himself: Kunxu has a good guy like that?
Xiao Qingxuan said: “According to the ancient Jin Dan… he claimed he was a righteous cultivator from the Taishang Dao Men, caught in a great war between righteousness and evil. After being grievously wounded, his comrades placed him in a tomb to rest, using it to slow his life-force consumption while his injuries healed.”
“When he awoke, his original Physical Body had already rotted away. With no choice, he had to possess mine.”
Zhang Yu mused: Taishang Dao Men? Never heard of that sect. Is it an extinct one?
If this ancient Jin Dan and Xiao Qingxuan had no conflict, then why is she in such debt? Where did the Jin Dan go? Did he already find a new body?
As Zhang Yu was overwhelmed by more questions, Xiao Qingxuan added: “At first, I got along well with the ancient cultivator. But as he learned more about Kunxu, his mental state deteriorated further and further.”
“In the end… he took his own life.”
“Ah?” Zhang Yu blurted out, stunned. “He… killed himself?”
Xiao Qingxuan nodded. “Moling Jiuxiao, Daoyun Tianqing.” After saying those words, he severed his connection with my Physical Body and left to end his life.
“I don’t care what he went to do. But the truth is… he left behind fragments—memories, habits, thoughts. They’ve seeped into me. I sometimes feel utterly out of place in this world.”
“Things I used to take for granted now fill me with disgust—almost like a fossilized relic from the past.”
At this point, Xiao Qingxuan’s face was etched with deep distress.
“It’s like the Double Rest Cult incident—when it hit the news, I felt physically ill. It was as if another version of me was screaming inside my head.”
Seeing the fleeting torment flash across Xiao Qingxuan’s face, Zhang Yu felt a flicker of understanding. He had felt the same way when he first arrived in Kunxu.
But now it seemed the ancient Jin Dan’s discomfort with Kunxu ran even deeper than his own.
Though Zhang Yu still had countless questions—where did the Jin Dan go? How exactly did he die? And what about the tens of thousands of Lingbi in debt that Xiao Qingxuan carried?—he held back.
He knew that if she wanted to speak, she would. If not, pressing wouldn’t help.
So he simply placed a hand on her shoulder and said, “It’ll get better… slowly.”
Xiao Qingxuan let out a bitter laugh. “Easy to say. The amount of information stored in a Golden Core Immortal’s mind is ten times more than mine. Even a fragment of it… has reshaped me.”
“The only solution… is Tianmo University’s Memory Technology. We have to erase the Jin Dan’s residual memories from my mind.”
She sighed.
…
In the Simulation Laboratory of Ling Realm.
With Zhang Yu’s latest refinement of Tianqing Caiyun Dou completed, he finally raised the technique to Level 9.
As a Spirit Artifact Refining method within the Qi-Refining stage, Tianqing Caiyun Dou could only be refined up to Level 10.
Zhang Yu thought: Now back to the real-world lab. With my Level 9 technique, I’ll use it to refine my Spirit Artifact and push my cultivation skill all the way to Level 10.
He still remembered that in reality, his own Tianqing Caiyun Dou Spirit Artifact was only Level 1. He could now temper it while simultaneously advancing his Refining skill—perfectly balancing both.
Once I reach Level 10 with Tianqing Caiyun Dou, I can begin learning the next stage—Taiyi Jin Ye Dan, the production technique.
Though the name included the word “Dan,” it was actually a Spirit Artifact for the Foundation Establishment stage. It was only accessible after mastering Level 10 of Tianqing Caiyun Dou.
And among the first three years of the Alchemy Department curriculum, it was the one technique Zhang Yu felt most suited to.
But glancing at his Lingbi deposit—over thirty thousand—he knew more money would be needed soon.
…
Yin Jiurao stared at the Eye Armor, where Wan Siro’s face flickered into view. “Still no success?”
“My patience has limits.”
“The deadline you promised has already passed by three days.”
Wan Siro swallowed hard. “The target’s Dao Heart is too rigid. And he’s suffering from severe psychological issues.”
“At first, I posed as a massage technician, using my Spiritual Odd Skill to amplify my charm. But I couldn’t stir his desire.”
“Then I tried again, pretending to offer Martial Energy Massage. I injected my Attraction Martial Energy during the session, triggering his physiological response. But he… just switched therapists.”
A flash of humiliation crossed Wan Siro’s face. “After arousing him, I was replaced. That’s never happened to me before.”
“It was only then, seeing who he’d chosen, that I realized his tastes were nothing like I expected.”
Wan Siro was certain. “Years of academic pressure, cultivation strain… they’ve twisted his mind. Turned him into a monster. He craves something rare, something rebellious—something distinctly retro.”
Yin Jiurao coldly replied: “I’m not here to hear excuses.”
Wan Siro insisted: “This isn’t an excuse. It’s an objective analysis.”
“I tried another approach—posing as a long-term user of Hehuan Videos, inviting him to test a product. I disguised my Spirit Armor as the product and sent it to him.”
Yin Jiurao’s eyes narrowed. She knew the special construction of the Spirit Armor used by Hehuan cultivators—produced exclusively by Yinyang Tiandao. For them, it wasn’t just a cultivation tool, a work instrument, or a production device. It was an extension of their body.
Once Zhang Yu used Wan Siro’s Spirit Armor, Wan Siro could remotely collect his Seeds.
But Wan Siro continued: “Even so, he never used it. Instead, his roommate Yu Xinghan used it a few times.”
Wan Siro shook his head. “A man with roots… refusing the latest product from Hehuan University? He’s suppressing his desires with iron discipline.”
He listed his failed attempts one by one, then concluded: “His Dao Heart is like iron. Ordinary methods won’t work. No deception possible.”
Yinyang Great Way—superior skill in refining emotion, inferior skill in seeking desire.
“To break him, I must refine his emotions. But that requires time.”
Yin Jiurao frowned. “How much time?”
Wan Siro replied: “Six to twelve months. If you’re willing, I can start next week. But the price goes up.”
“Of course, if you can’t accept it, I can refund part of the deposit.”
Cutting off the communication, Yin Jiurao thought: Zhang Yu’s so cautious. There must be something hidden in him.
Long-term plan?
She thought of her own stalled research projects. Her brows knitted tighter.
As a professor at Wanfa University, she faced performance evaluations too—often with more pressure than the students.
Especially with the pharmaceutical companies expanding production and market reach. If she didn’t deliver results soon…
Her eyes flashed with sudden resolve.
No more time to waste.
Looks like I’ll have to use a more direct method.
…
In the Alchemy Laboratory.
Zhang Yu was alone, tempering his own Tianqing Caiyun Dou.
He was alone not because he couldn’t afford to share the lab rent with Ye Xingli—but because he didn’t want to reveal how fast he was progressing.
Now, he operated the laboratory equipment, channeling Martial Energy into the apparatus, repeatedly tempering his Level 1 Spirit Artifact, Tianqing Caiyun Dou, using his Gang Qi.
“Once a Spirit Artifact is forged, its level can be improved through further refining,” he thought.
“There are many methods: strengthening or replacing materials, adjusting the Martial Energy Circuit, enhancing the artifact’s restrictions, or even using Dragon Veins, Sun and Moon, Qi Yun, or Flesh and Blood Sacrificial Refinement.”
Can I use the tempering method embedded in my Tianqing Caiyun Dou technique to refine the artifact itself?
After completing one cycle, Zhang Yu glanced at his Feather Scroll.
The number of refinements for Tianqing Caiyun Dou had increased by one.
A faint smile crossed his face. So it’s true. Beyond the initial refining, the tempering process itself can also level up the Alchemy Technique.
Just as Zhang Yu was deeply focused on honing his Spirit Artifact skills, Feng Tingting sent another message.
Feng Tingting: Did you hear? One student in the Alchemy Department lost a bet with his mentor.
Zhang Yu: A bet?
Feng Tingting: Tempering his own Spirit Armor. If he fails to meet the mentor’s standard, the entire set gets seized and turned into a Spirit Artifact.
Feng Tingting: Honestly, never sign a bet agreement lightly.
After a casual chat, Zhang Yu noticed a new friend request from someone named Yin Jiurao.
Seeing her self-identified as a professor from the Pharmacology Department at Wanfa University, Zhang Yu accepted immediately.
Then came her first message—straight to the point, and utterly shocking.
To summarize it in one phrase: Fifty Lingbi for one shot.
Zhang Yu refused instantly. “I don’t do that kind of business.”
Yin Jiurao: 100 Lingbi.
Zhang Yu struggled to keep his voice steady. “No. Really, I can’t.”
Yin Jiurao: 200 Lingbi. But I need to inspect the goods first.
Yin Jiurao: Let me remind you—200 Lingbi is more than enough to blow you apart and still pay all the fines and damages afterward.
Yin Jiurao: I’m trying to do legitimate, long-term business. I’m doing this because you’re from our university. I’m being fair.
Zhang Yu’s mind boiled. This rotten place called Kunxu… does it have no morals left? Double weekends full of arrests, and teachers stealing students’ Seeds—just pay a fine and it’s all settled?
Zhang Yu: If you try anything, Director Gao won’t let you off.
Yin Jiurao: What about Director Gao? If I pay enough, won’t he sell out?
Yin Jiurao: 300 Lingbi. Includes Blood Fluid and other materials. This is my final offer.
Yin Jiurao: Think about it. That amount alone could crush dozens of junior college students. This chance doesn’t come every day.
Zhang Yu: I need to think about it.
(End of Chapter)
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