Chapter 477: Am I Interrupting at an Inopportune Moment?
(Thank you, 'Mama De La', for gifting Bai Zhenzhen 10 pairs of Stockings)
Thanks to the impossibly advanced surveillance system across Tianjian University’s campus, Wen Wuya gradually became aware of something.
Did observation have to be done in secret?
Was there anything better than being in the scene—fully immersed, right at the heart of it?
And given her understanding of Zhang Yu, she knew one thing for certain: if money was offered, almost anything could be arranged.
After all, weren’t the impoverished of the First Layer exactly like that?
Now, seeing Zhang Yu step back repeatedly, Wen Wuya’s expression flickered with genuine surprise. Her lips parted slightly, eyes widening as she stared at Zhang Yu with quiet disbelief.
But Zhang Yu, staring at the slender, flawlessly proportioned figure before him—this woman—felt nothing but deep discomfort.
He knew—he understood—that the physical form was objectively beautiful. After all, this was a body he had personally designed. Every curve, every measurement, perfectly aligned with his own aesthetic standards: a quintessential Earth beauty.
Yet, the moment he remembered that this body was, in fact, Wen Wuya’s altered form—this man’s body transformed—Zhang Yu wanted nothing more than to reach into his own mind and tear out every fleeting, inappropriate thought that had just surfaced.
When Wen Wuya made her suggestion, Zhang Yu rejected it instantly.
“What are you even saying?! Don’t even think about it!”
Wen Wuya tilted her head, puzzled, then reached up and touched her own chest.
“This body isn’t particularly attractive, so I’ve never used it for cultivation with anyone.”
“But since you designed the form… you must have a preference for this kind of look, right?”
“As the designer, wouldn’t you want to test how well your own creation performs in practice?”
Zhang Yu waved a hand dismissively. “Stop spouting nonsense in front of me. I’m focused solely on cultivation. I have no interest in such things.”
“Is that so?” Wen Wuya chuckled. “But your consciousness… it might not always match your physical form’s desires.”
Zhang Yu opened his mouth, then closed it again. He couldn’t explain.
Because after he’d wrapped his arms around her, he’d intended to transfer the Divine Spirit Root’s Qinglian Jiantai into Bai Zhenzhen’s body—only to realize, too late, that Wen Wuya had completely misunderstood.
Wen Wuya continued. “Besides, I’ll pay you. How much do you want? Thirty Lingbi? Fifty Lingbi? We can negotiate.”
Zhang Yu snapped, “Shut up! I have absolutely no interest in anything you’re saying. Just leave. I don’t want to see you.”
He wasn’t lying—completely.
But as she mentioned thirty or fifty Lingbi, a flicker of temptation had surged through him. Just for a split second.
Kunxu! Look what you’ve turned me into!
Zhang Yu lowered his head, unable to meet her gaze. Inside his mind, he seethed: Wen Wuya, you bastard! Trying to corrupt my will with money—making me hesitate for even a moment!
Not just a moment, Fujie murmured within his thoughts. You wavered for at least three.
You’re absolutely ridiculous, Fujie sighed. What’s there to hesitate about?
Go for it!
Wen Wuya’s a Hua Shen Disciple! She’s offering money! This is a celestial opportunity you’re throwing away!
If she were recruiting at Wanfa University, people would line up from the first layer all the way to the 669th!
And you’re hesitating? Are you even cultivating? Do you still dream of reaching the Top Ten Sects? You’re given a chance—and you’re too weak to seize it?
Zhang Yu, what are you even holding back for?
As Fujie’s voice echoed in his mind, Zhang Yu couldn’t deny the truth.
You’re right… he admitted inwardly. Sharing cultivation with a Hua Shen Disciple—this would be a massive boon for almost any student. Not to mention the money. And her appearance… it fits my ideal perfectly. Not to mention, as a Hua Shen Disciple, she must carry a Dao Seed. If we exchange insights… I could glimpse it firsthand.
For cultivation, for wealth, for Dao Seed—this would benefit me in every way. So why… why should I say no?
But Zhang Yu knew the answer.
There was one reason—unyielding, undeniable.
Under Fujie’s relentless questioning, Zhang Yu whispered in his mind: But… she’s a man, first gender. I can’t accept that.
Just that? Fujie sighed. You’re already in your third year, 20th Level Dao Heart, and you still can’t overcome such a small inner flaw? A woman who’s a man—this is what stops you? You’re no different from the First Layer’s weaklings.
Zhang Yu, I’m truly disappointed. Don’t you remember what you told me in senior year? You wanted to get into Hehuan University. And now, you can’t even pass this tiny hurdle?
Zhang Yu flinched, lowering his head in shame. His own weakness stung.
Damn it… I’ve reached Kunxu. I’ve stepped into another world. Shouldn’t I adapt? Shouldn’t I rise above the customs and norms of this era? Why am I still chained to the past?
Besides, even on Earth, many people don’t see this as such a taboo.
Why… why can’t I do it?
Fujie encouraged him. Zhang Yu, I feel it—the fire in your heart! I feel your determination! Go on! Take Wen Wuya and cultivate fiercely! Heal your inner flaw! Fuel your Xian Dao path with this moment!
Zhang Yu clenched his teeth, turning to face Wen Wuya—then instantly deflated.
I can’t… I just can’t.
Just then, a cool, clear voice came from behind.
“I seem to have arrived at an inopportune moment?”
Zhang Yu whirled around.
There stood Bai Zhenzhen.
Relief washed over him. At last—no need to face this internal battle. A Zhen had always opposed Mutual Cultivation, strictly adhering to Sterilized Cultivation. She would never accept Wen Wuya’s proposal.
Wen Wuya turned to Bai Zhenzhen and smirked. “You’re right on time.”
“I was just discussing with Zhang Yu whether I could join you two in a Three-Person Mutual Cultivation. He seems a bit hesitant about the price.”
Bai Zhenzhen cut in sharply. “Absurd. Don’t even think about it.”
Zhang Yu exhaled silently. Yes! A Zhen, reject him thoroughly!
Bai Zhenzhen added, “But if you want to cultivate with Zhang Yu one-on-one… I have no objection.”
Zhang Yu stared at her, mentally cursing. A Zhen! What are you saying?! After all these years of father-and-son bond—our relationship’s been for nothing! If you really knew me, you wouldn’t say this!
Then, a thought struck him.
Wait… could it be… is A Zhen trying to help me? Is she pushing me to overcome my inner flaw?
Bai Zhenzhen continued. “Though I don’t mind… I doubt Zhang Yu would agree.”
Zhang Yu shook his head with a faint smile. You always understand me best, my friend A Zhen. You know I wouldn’t betray my true self, don’t you?
Bai Zhenzhen raised one finger. “If it’s Zhang Yu… he’d demand at least 100 Lingbi.”
“What the hell!” Zhang Yu cursed inwardly.
Then, Bai Zhenzhen turned to him, winked, and sent a message.
Bai Zhenzhen: Don’t worry. You’re here at Tianjian University for the first time. I’ll make sure you get a good price.
Fujie chimed in. This is good, Zhang Yu. Bai Zhenzhen is helping you.
Zhang Yu opened his mouth to protest—but then stopped. His reason about gender identity felt too flimsy, too unconvincing.
Then, his eyes flickered.
That’s right—I came here to transfer the Divine Spirit Root. Every second after the exchange strengthens our cultivation. Why waste time on Wen Wuya?
He was intensely curious—excited—about what would happen after the two Qinglian Jiantai were swapped.
Fujie agreed.
Zhang Yu gently tapped his abdomen, subtly signaling the matter to Bai Zhenzhen.
He didn’t send a message. The transfer of the Divine Spirit Root was too sensitive. He feared that sending any digital signal on Tianjian University’s network might risk exposure.
Bai Zhenzhen immediately understood.
This guy… he’s so eager, she thought.
Is he really that desperate to use my Divine Spirit Root? Doesn’t even care about the money?
So the Root must be truly vital to him.
With that, she abruptly ended her negotiation with Wen Wuya.
“I think I’ll pass. Zhang Yu’s time is mine from now on. You’re out of it.”
Wen Wuya blinked, surprised. “You’re certain?”
She glanced at Zhang Yu. “Zhang Yu, are you really okay with this?”
Bai Zhenzhen raised her hand, blocking Wen Wuya’s path with finality. “I’ve decided. You’re leaving.”
Seeing her resolve, Wen Wuya sighed and stepped back.
“If you change your mind… you know where to find me.”
Bai Zhenzhen said, “What’s with your clothes? Give them back.”
Wen Wuya shrugged. “I bought this style myself.”
She rubbed her chest casually. “You can see for yourself—the fit is completely different.”
In a flash, her figure blurred—and vanished from sight.
Bai Zhenzhen wrapped her arms tightly around Zhang Yu from behind.
Zhang Yu smiled, returning the embrace, and whispered softly into her ear: “I’ve got a surprise for you in a moment.”
Bai Zhenzhen pressed herself against him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.
Then, her brows twitched.
Both Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen simultaneously thought: What’s poking me?
The next instant, they both realized.
They exchanged a quiet, knowing smile.
Zhang Yu chuckled. “A Zhen… you’re still the same.”
She’s still the same—always rushing to hand over the Divine Spirit Root the moment we’re together, he thought.
Bai Zhenzhen looked at him with a smirk. “And you’re still the same.”
Still can’t control yourself, she thought.
They smiled, feeling the warmth of their past—back in high school, embracing in cultivation, inseparable.
But then Zhang Yu’s expression shifted.
Wait… A Zhen doesn’t know I have a Divine Spirit Root inside me. So when she said “still the same”—
Damn it! She’s misunderstood again!
Zhang Yu was about to explain—when she spoke.
“Don’t move. Just hold me. No extra movements.”
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
