Chapter 471: Yu Xinghan's Speed
Tianzhang Zhenjun blinked in surprise. “Yin Jiurao paid you 25 Lingbi in a single transaction?”
“Are you certain she didn’t give you the 25 Lingbi instead?”
To Tianzhang Zhenjun, it was utterly absurd—Yin Jiurao, a professor from the Pharmacology Department, paying Zhang Yu for a cultivation session? This was a complete reversal of heavenly order, a violation of the Yin-Yang Great Way, and utterly unnatural.
Zhang Yu hesitated slightly, his gaze flicking toward his classmates.
Tianzhang Zhenjun raised his hand and cast a Silence Charm. “Speak freely—no one else can hear.”
Beside him, Gong Shuijin, Ying Xin, and Yu Xinghan all let out long, regretful sighs—frustrated that they couldn’t catch the rest of the conversation.
While they were aware Zhang Yu had sold cultivation seeds to a professor in the Pharmacology Department, the exact details remained a mystery—even to Yu Xinghan, who had never heard Zhang Yu elaborate.
This kind of profitable deal? How could anyone not be curious?
Yu Xinghan stared at the floating text projected before him and thought to himself: Ah, the poorer you are, the less you hear about how the rich make their money.
The projection now read:
Would you like to pay 30 Lingbi to hear the silenced content?
Zhang Yu said, “What Yin Jiurao paid for was…
—A face-to-face inspection…
—A firm grip…
—An instant extraction…
—That’s what 25 Lingbi was for.”
He added proudly, “If it were a Yin Device, it’d take even longer and cost even more.”
Hearing this, Tianzhang Zhenjun frowned inwardly.
The fact that Zhang Yu spoke so openly—and even invited him to verify the price with Yin Jiurao—suggested the story was likely true.
Still, he couldn’t skip verification.
But to avoid raising suspicion, he didn’t directly contact Yin Jiurao. Instead, he decided to first review her latest thesis, hoping to find clues.
After all, if a Pharmacology professor was personally harvesting and inspecting material from Zhang Yu, it had to be tied to her research. And her most recent publication was the clearest window into her current work.
Dozens of pages of text and images flashed through Tianzhang Zhenjun’s Eye Armor at lightning speed. In mere moments, he had scanned the entire thesis.
Despite his sharp mind and rapid processing speed, he struggled to fully grasp it.
After all, disciplines were like different worlds. As an expert in Spellcraft, he simply couldn’t instantly understand the intricacies of a Pharmacology thesis.
Tianzhang Zhenjun reminded himself: this was no longer the ancient era, when immortals could awaken entire Dao paths with a single insight.
Now, Immortal Dao Technology had grown so specialized and complex that even university professors could only make breakthroughs in narrow, focused fields.
Where once great cultivators discovered new Dao paths—each breakthrough like carving a new peak in the mountains—today’s researchers were more like studying why a single blade of grass on the mountain slope grew crooked.
It wasn’t that one was better than the other. The only certainty was that today’s research no longer sparked world-shaking revolutions with every discovery.
Still, though he couldn’t grasp every technical detail, Tianzhang Zhenjun did understand the general direction of the thesis: it dealt with drug compatibility, genetic material, Blood channels, and their interactions with spiritual elements.
And the core research material? It came directly from Zhang Yu.
So Zhang Yu’s claim about the 25 Lingbi price was likely genuine.
Sighing internally, Tianzhang Zhenjun turned to Zhang Yu. “25 Lingbi is too expensive. We won’t pay it.”
“And we don’t need the byproducts of each experiment. You can take them back. Sell them to whoever you like.”
Zhang Yu replied, “They’re already stale. Who’s going to buy them?”
Tianzhang Zhenjun said, “We’ll give you 3 Lingbi at most.”
He added, “Once we start, this will be a high-volume operation. 3 Lingbi is already generous.”
Zhang Yu refused. They argued back and forth, but no agreement was reached.
Finally, Tianzhang Zhenjun stopped looking at Zhang Yu and turned to Yu Xinghan instead.
There’s more than just Zhang Yu here, he thought.
He recalled the earlier scan data. Yu Xinghan was just as capable as Zhang Yu.
He deactivated the Silence Charm and asked Yu Xinghan, “You… were about to back out, weren’t you?”
Zhang Yu didn’t react. With so many test subjects, he couldn’t stop others from choosing someone else.
But Yu Xinghan froze inside. Remembering Zhang Yu’s sudden progress, he stepped forward from behind Ying Xin and Gong Shuijin.
With a solemn expression, he declared, “For the school. For the advancement of Immortal Dao Technology—I will not hesitate.”
Instantly, Tianzhang Zhenjun fired a burst of Martial Energy. The Yin Device, which had stopped earlier, roared back to life.
Qiongjiang Nü Sibashi, who had been anxiously awaiting consequences after her failed work, now felt a surge of command. With ferocious instinct, she charged toward Yu Xinghan—like a rabid dog.
Driven by her distaste for work and fear of idleness, she only wanted simple, low-effort tasks.
And Yu Xinghan was the perfect target.
From the data, his resistance must be low, she thought.
But still… better safe than sorry.
The Yin Device dissolved into a shimmering veil of light, instantly enveloping Yu Xinghan from head to toe.
Qiongjiang Nü Sibashi confirmed instantly: the target had no immunity to Mutual Non-Interference.
Let me finish him in an instant!
Yu Xinghan felt the warm glow of the light wrapping around him. A smirk tugged at his lips.
My years of refining efficiency have finally found their moment.
Since high school, when he’d first sold seeds as a side hustle, he’d struggled under the weight of desire. But through relentless practice and learning, he’d gradually mastered his Dao Heart—gaining control over his cravings.
And in that journey, he’d learned a few truths.
For example, when selling seeds, the same pay meant higher speed meant higher efficiency—and more money per unit of time. Faster speed also meant less time spent, which left more time for studies and cultivation.
And when cultivating together—was it better to complete one session in an hour, or ten sessions in an hour?
The answer was obvious.
This is why cultivation should be counted by sessions, not by time!
This is true speed—breaking through Wanfa!
So he’d kept pushing, kept refining his speed.
Once, he’d dreamed of joining the Thousand-Comrade Cultivation Assembly with his peers.
He’d imagined Zhang Yu boasting, “I completed five sessions at the conference!”
Gong Shuijin sighing, “I only managed three.”
Li Xiao ashamed, “I didn’t even complete one.”
And Yu Xinghan standing tall, saying, “Ten.”
Now, feeling the warmth of the light, drifting between wakefulness and dream, he thought:
Zhang Yu just made such a leap… If I can succeed even more times, how much stronger could I become?
Just then, he felt his Martial Energy surge outward—pulled toward the Yin Device.
In just a few breaths, Qiongjiang Nü Sibashi had drained every ounce of his energy.
She stared at Yu Xinghan, surprised.
This guy… fast. His resistance is low, but not this low.
This isn’t just weakness—it’s total surrender. Complete mental relaxation. Total sincerity.
Maybe… in all those quiet study sessions, he’s been quietly accumulating a sliver of the Yin-Yang Great Way.
Though Qiongjiang Nü Sibashi had judged both Zhang Yu and Yu Xinghan as weak after her scan, that “weakness” wasn’t failure.
In normal, reciprocal cultivation, speed was crucial—efficiency per unit time was always a key metric.
But in one-sided extraction? Speed became even more vital.
To her, Yu Xinghan was a far superior target than Zhang Yu.
But this kind of speed? It was inherently beneficial only when both parties moved fast. Only then could they both gain.
In a one-way extraction, high resistance was still the real advantage.
As she pondered, she completed two cycles in quick succession—draining Yu Xinghan’s entire Martial Energy and devouring vast amounts of his essence-blood in one gulp.
Satisfied, she returned to her position and activated her Spirit Energy Circuit to process the harvest.
Pang.
A soft crack echoed through the air.
In stunned silence, Yu Xinghan collapsed—pale, hollow-cheeked, lifeless.
Zhang Yu and the others rushed to catch him, shouting, “Xinghan! Are you okay?”
Tianzhang Zhenjun, watching closely, raised an eyebrow.
No return of Martial Energy. No mutual exchange. Just one-way extraction.
This… this must be tied to the Qiongjiang God’s understanding of the Yin-Yang Great Way.
Just as he was deep in thought, Zhang Yu spoke.
“Yu Xinghan’s barely alive! You’d better think of something!”
Tianzhang Zhenjun replied calmly, “Don’t worry. We’ll send a medical team to treat him.”
Yu Xinghan gasped weakly, “This experiment is too dangerous. It’s a major security risk for all test students.”
Tianzhang Zhenjun said, “Rest assured. If you have any issues later, come to us—we’ll help you.”
Yu Xinghan insisted, “This isn’t just about me!”
Zhang Yu stepped forward, standing beside him. “It’s not just Yu Xinghan.”
Gong Shuijin and Ying Xin followed, joining them.
Seeing the three Civil Engineering students standing together in unison, Tianzhang Zhenjun said coolly, “Fine. We’ll compensate you.”
Yu Xinghan’s eyes lit up. His pale face flushed with color.
“How much?”
(End of Chapter)
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