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Chapter 561: Bet Contract
After Zhang Yu sent his message about wanting to participate, Bei Wu Feng hesitated for a moment before replying.
Bei Wu Feng: Little brother, are you serious? You're not joking, are you?
Bei Wu Feng: If the price isn't enough, we can negotiate further. I'm being completely sincere.
Zhang Yu: Sorry, Senior.
Zhang Yu: I really want to join the Top Ten League.
Bei Wu Feng: The Military Competition of the Top Ten League?
Zhang Yu: The Military Competition of the Top Ten League.
There was a noticeable shift in Bei Wu Feng’s tone—something in Zhang Yu’s words had carried undeniable seriousness.
Bei Wu Feng: The School Team currently has ten members. The Alchemy Department alone has three: Yan Qianji, me, and Ye Xingli.
Bei Wu Feng: If you want in, you’d have to replace either Ye Xingli or me.
Bei Wu Feng: According to the rules, you’d have to challenge one of us—win, and you take their spot.
Seeing this, Zhang Yu was momentarily at a loss for words.
Bei Wu Feng: Haven’t you thought about it? To represent the school in the Top Ten League’s Military Competition, you’d need to reach our level.
Bei Wu Feng: The official competition is in September, but the registration deadline is in July. It’s February now—so you’ve got about five months to catch up.
Bei Wu Feng: Do you really think you can reach our level in five months?
Zhang Yu knew Bei Wu Feng was right. Most students would’ve been convinced by this logic. Even Zhang Yu himself, if not for the "Xianmen Technique Selection" opportunity, wouldn’t have rushed into this year’s Top Ten League.
But to increase his chances of joining the Sect, Zhang Yu was willing to push himself to the limit. And more importantly, he knew he wasn’t without hope.
After years of cultivation, accumulating Techniques, Chain Law Diagrams, Dao Seeds, Wealth, and Network—his cultivation efficiency had skyrocketed. His growth speed had accelerated dramatically, and he was now entering a critical breakthrough phase.
So when Bei Wu Feng pressed him, Zhang Yu replied simply:
"I’ll try."
Seeing that response, Bei Wu Feng couldn’t help but laugh.
"Lying wouldn’t make sense—too easy to expose."
"So… he actually means it?"
The tone in Zhang Yu’s words struck him as arrogant, almost absurd.
"Me and Ye Xingli… have we been underestimated?"
"Does he think our achievements are that easy to surpass?"
He shook his head. Zhang Yu’s standing in his mind plummeted instantly.
But though the attempt to dissuade him had failed, Bei Wu Feng didn’t want to waste time arguing further.
Still, he wasn’t ready to give up. The Tian Ri Huang Shen had been his target all along—a military-grade puppet he’d planned to lease for the Top Ten League.
Even before Jin Jun began refining the prototype, Bei Wu Feng had made a deal with his junior brother: he’d rent the Tian Ri Huang Shen during the Top Ten League to strengthen his own system.
And throughout Jin Jun’s refining process, Bei Wu Feng had provided support—funding, connections, strategies to suppress Zhang Yu, even leaking the news of Zhang Yu’s registration to Jin Jun.
After all, Jin Jun was his junior. Bei Wu Feng naturally wanted him to defeat Zhang Yu and strengthen their faction.
But that support had its limits. Now that Jin Jun had failed, Bei Wu Feng couldn’t afford to help him anymore. Instead, he pivoted—shifting his focus to Zhang Yu, aiming to form a new alliance.
And facing Zhang Yu’s baffling choice, Bei Wu Feng decided to change tactics.
Bei Wu Feng: Then, if you don’t make the School Team by July, lend me the Tian Ri Huang Shen for the Top Ten League, how about it?
Bei Wu Feng: If the price isn’t right, we can renegotiate later.
Zhang Yu: Deal.
Bei Wu Feng: I’d like a formal contract—guaranteeing you’ll prioritize lending it to me.
Just as Zhang Yu was about to accept, Fujie chimed in:
"Zhang Yu, if you’re signing a contract, why not add a clause?"
Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow. "What kind of clause?"
Fujie said:
"If you can’t participate in the Top Ten League, you lend the military-grade spirit artifact. But if he can’t participate either—shouldn’t he have to lend you his artifact too?"
Zhang Yu’s eyes flickered. That idea struck him like lightning.
He hadn’t considered it before. But now that he knew Bei Wu Feng could borrow such a powerful artifact, he could do the same.
If he could secure access to Bei Wu Feng’s military-grade spirit artifact, it would be a massive advantage in the competition.
Still, doubt lingered. He hesitated, whispering to Fujie:
"Bei Wu Feng just helped me bury the incident with the Heavenly Demon. If I ask him this… won’t I be offending him? Won’t that cause trouble?"
Fujie replied calmly:
"What’s there to be offended about? This is the Xian Dao Road—either you step on others, or others step on you. Do you think this is a kindergarten game where everyone holds hands and breaks through realms together?"
"If it increases your chances even slightly, what does it matter if you offend someone?"
"Besides, he’s right about one thing: the only way you’ll join the School Team is by replacing him—or Ye Xingli."
"Yan Qianji is the strongest in the Alchemy Department. Challenging him would be nearly impossible. But Bei Wu Feng and Ye Xingli are close in strength. Taking either of them would give you the highest chance of success."
Fujie continued:
"And his story matches what we’ve heard—only one of them will face you in a trial match. Win, and you take their spot."
"You’re the kind who’d challenge someone unfamiliar—so you’ll go after Bei Wu Feng. And that means you’ll still offend him."
"So why not say it now? Set the terms clearly. Lock in his military-grade spirit artifact in advance. Use his arrogance to your advantage. Otherwise, after beating him, you’ll have to ask for a loan—something he might refuse."
Fujie concluded:
"Zhang Yu, this isn’t about offending him. It’s inevitable. The reason? He’s blocking your path."
Zhang Yu had to admit—Fujie was right. He couldn’t find a good reason to refuse.
"For the sake of joining the Sect, I’ll have to委屈 the senior."
But Zhang Yu didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he turned to Ciji Zhenjun and Ye Xingli, asking about the Top Ten League and the School Team—especially regarding the leasing of military-grade spirit artifacts.
Only with full understanding could he negotiate wisely.
Ciji Zhenjun: Bei Wu Feng wants to borrow your military-grade spirit artifact?
Ciji Zhenjun: You could ask your senior sister too.
Ciji Zhenjun: Why only her? Whoever offers more, whoever gives better terms—lend it to them.
Ye Xingli: Little brother, I’ve already gathered enough military-grade spirit artifacts for the Top Ten League.
Ye Xingli: Even if you lend me more, it’d exceed my equipment limit. And your Tian Ri Huang Shen doesn’t match the system I’m building.
Ye Xingli (Poor Man Simulator): Thanks for the concern [Flower]. If you’re planning to rent out the Tian Ri Huang Shen, don’t worry about me.
After the conversation, Zhang Yu had a clearer picture.
"Right—even with a Soul Cultivator’s aid, there’s a hard limit on how many spirit artifacts one person can control."
"And military-grade artifacts are even harder to master. The number one can wield safely is far smaller."
"Once you exceed your operational capacity, control becomes unstable. You can’t unleash their full potential. At that point, it’s better to focus on just a few."
Zhang Yu thought:
"The military-grade artifacts my teachers possess—each one is already above the 20th level. Not only are they hard to wield, they’re insanely expensive."
"And most students who earned their military license go straight to Kunxu Layer 3 for postgraduate studies after graduation. They’re unreachable. And many have likely already passed the Jin Dan Qualification Certificate—upgrading their spirit artifacts to beyond the 20th level."
"As for military-grade artifacts through official channels? Even harder to access."
"So in the end… the best option is a military-grade artifact refined by a current student in the University City—perfect for leasing during the competition."
With that clarity, Zhang Yu replied to Bei Wu Feng:
"Senior, if I join the Top Ten League and you don’t, can I borrow your military-grade spirit artifact for the event?"
Seeing this message, Bei Wu Feng laughed again.
"This kid’s determined to challenge me, huh?"
But he wasn’t angry—instead, he saw an opportunity.
"This Zhang Yu’s even more reckless than I thought."
"Perfect. Let’s see how far I can exploit that arrogance."
"And maybe… just maybe, a little provocation wouldn’t hurt."
He typed back:
"Sure."
"If you beat me and push me out of the School Team, I’ll lend you my military-grade spirit artifact—free of charge."
"But if you lose—fail to make the Top Ten League—then your Tian Ri Huang Shen is free to me."
"You willing to take that risk?"
Zhang Yu hesitated for just a second.
"To win the Top Ten League, to defeat the prodigies from other schools… you can’t win without taking a chance."
"I’ll do it."
Zhang Yu replied:
"Alright. Let’s sign the contract."
After signing, Bei Wu Feng smiled contentedly.
"Hmph. Even better than I expected. No leasing fee—freeing up budget for other uses. Boosts my chances in the Top Ten League even further."
Zhang Yu stared at the contract, fire burning in his eyes.
"I have to win. If I lose… that’s 50 Lingbi a day in rental fees down the drain."
(End of Chapter)
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