No Money to Cultivate Immortality?

No Money to Cultivate Immortality?

The night wind swept through the 666th floor of Wanfa University City, making the flags whip and snap in the air.

Under the moonlight, Ying Xin and Zhang Yu stood facing each other, surrounded by onlooking workers.

As their gazes clashed, it was as if two waves of martial intent collided in the air, radiating heavy pressure.

Not far off, Yu Xinghan stood in a corner, observing Ying Xin—a powerfully built woman whose entire body seemed chiseled from granite. He couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration.

He mused to himself, “That waist… those arms… that chest… and those legs… this is a body forged through relentless tempering. She probably wouldn’t even blink at pouring a hundred tons of concrete in one night. No wonder she’s a sixth-generation civil cultivator, a prodigy raised on construction sites.”

Bigger meant stronger. Bigger meant doing more labor, earning more money.

And more money naturally meant more charm.

Yu Xinghan understood this all too well—and in that moment, he felt a strange kind of attraction to Ying Xin.

So, without a word, he activated the recording function of his Law Husk’s eyes, quietly capturing footage as the camera panned back and forth between Ying Xin and Zhang Yu.

Meanwhile, Ying Xin swept a sharp gaze over Zhang Yu, thinking, “Why does his energy seem even more vigorous than half a month ago? Did he preemptively take stamina-recovering medicine just to prepare for this fight?”

But the thought passed quickly. She didn’t care much.

After all, her ranking had already surpassed Zhang Yu’s half a month ago.

In that time, she hadn’t let up for even a day. She kept grinding, training, and never once tried to save money.

She hadn’t slacked in effort or spending.

Zhang Yu, by contrast, had taken leave from classes for two weeks and spent most of that time working, continuously grinding down his body…

Looking at Zhang Yu, Ying Xin thought, “The gap between us is probably even wider than it was before.”

On the side, Li Xiao glanced between Ying Xin and Zhang Yu. One was a classmate he often trained with; the other was a hometown buddy who’d helped him out.

Especially Zhang Yu—he’d pulled Li Xiao out of danger zones on the work site more than once.

If not for him, Li Xiao might not have made it.

That thought filled him with regret.

Li Xiao sighed inwardly: “Zhang Yu… if he’d spent more time with Ying Xin and the rest of us, maybe things wouldn’t have reached this point.”

“If he loses today, I’ll bring him over to get to know Ying Xin better. Maybe patch things up a little.”

“I’ve been training with Ying Xin for a while now—she should give me this one favor, right?”

Just then, Tu Lishan approached, his Law Husk shining with golden light. He looked at the two and asked, “Are you both ready?”

Ying Xin turned to Tu Lishan and said respectfully, “Teacher Tu, I’m ready anytime. But how exactly will we be competing?”

Zhang Yu also looked at Tu Lishan with curiosity. As a contest between civil cultivator elites, it wouldn’t be some street-brawler scrap—it had to involve serious technical skill.

Tu Lishan gave a calm smile and pointed to the mountain of construction waste nearby. “Since Zhang Yu was chosen as a model worker for his waste-clearing efforts, you two will compete by hauling construction waste.”

“You’ll have five hours. Whoever hauls more waste wins.”

Zhang Yu narrowed his eyes at that. Internally, he grumbled, “Is this guy seriously using this competition as an excuse to get free labor out of us?”

Tu Lishan continued, “Don’t underestimate the task of hauling construction waste.”

He looked deadly serious. “As your teacher, let me tell you—there is Dao in transportation.”

“The first thing you did when you began cultivating was transport spiritual energy.”

“And as you continue walking the Immortal Path, everything you do boils down to moving things—moving mana from one point to another, spiritual energy from here to there…”

“Transporting blood, water, heat, electric charge, spirit coins… the more advanced your cultivation, the more—and the farther—you must transport.”

“In short: the essence of the Immortal Path is transportation.”

Li Xiao’s eyes lit up. He suddenly felt as though a fog had lifted. “He’s right… from my first day until now, it’s all been about transporting mana, blood, building materials… the Immortal Path is transportation!”

Yu Xinghan’s eyes flickered. “Makes sense. The stronger the cultivator, the more they can transport. From internal mana and blood… to controlling wind, rain, and lightning.”

“Even beyond cultivation—transmitting information, spirit coins, people… that’s the Dao.”

The insight made him pause, then he adjusted his Law Husk camera to focus on Ying Xin. “I may not be able to transport coins or people yet—but let’s see what happens if I share this information.”

Listening from the side, Fu Ji murmured, “Your teacher has real talent. Just a few words, and he’s laid bare the mysteries of the Immortal Path… What a shame he didn’t become an Evil God.”

Tu Lishan went on, “Now, as Foundation Establishment students in the Civil Engineering Department, your transport tasks are more technical.”

“To win, to carry more and faster, you’ll need to master the flow of Martial Qi, apply Martial Fluid Dynamics.”

“There’s the issue of heat dissipation over long periods of exertion, the synergy between flesh and mana, the study of wind resistance under high-speed motion—and using Force Mechanics to avoid drops or collapses during transit.”

“This might look simple, but it’s full of Immortal Dao tech.”

“The winner will be the one who applies civil cultivator techniques more skillfully.”

A projection lit up before the group, showing the route: from the 666th floor’s waste pile to the underground Level 1 processing plant—21 kilometers in total.

Tu Lishan said, “Your goal is to transport construction waste from here to the processing plant within five hours.”

“I’ve contacted the plant—they’ll weigh each of your deliveries separately.”

“Whoever hauls more wins.”

“And the winner earns a slot in next month’s fieldwork internship.”

He looked at them both. “Any questions?”

Ying Xin said flatly, “No questions.”

Zhang Yu raised his hand. “Teacher, will we be paid for this?”

Tu Lishan said coldly, “You can choose not to compete.”

Zhang Yu cursed in his heart, “Damn it, this guy definitely scored a haul off this job.”

Then he turned to Ying Xin. “Hey, how about a side bet? Loser pays the winner double wages—standard rate for waste clearing.”

To Ying Xin, that sounded like free money. She agreed without hesitation.

Tu Lishan said, “Since both sides agree, the match begins in three minutes.”

With a thunderous boom, Ying Xin’s body erupted with force. Her mana and muscles trembled as she warmed up.

Zhang Yu twisted his torso; his spine crackled like boulders smashing together.

As the warm-up continued, their bodies swelled—muscles bulging, frames expanding until both stood nearly three meters tall, like twin giants.

Clearly, both had activated full-body transformations to optimize strength output.

Three minutes passed. When the countdown on the Spiritual Realm projection hit zero, Ying Xin and Zhang Yu moved at the same time.

Ying Xin thrust her palm forward, releasing a torrent of blazing Martial Qi like a dragon, sweeping up a storm of rubble as she surged toward the Magnetic Channel.

Zhang Yu surged forward behind a mass of drifting cloud vapor, wrapped in a swirling current of debris like he was riding a dragon of fog.

In Ying Xin’s Law Husk vision, all ads were muted—only her nav path, marked obstacles, and highlighted pedestrians remained.

With a thunderous roar, she charged like a giant god, sweeping through the night with a storm of rubble at her back.

Every ripple of her Martial Qi, every flying piece of debris, every obstacle and motion prediction along her path appeared with clarity in her vision.

She wasn’t sure whether Tu Lishan’s speech was just a trick to make them work for free.

But she understood the logic—transportation embodied high-level Immortal Dao tech.

Raised on construction sites, she felt this truth in her bones.

“The larger the scale, the faster the speed, the steeper the difficulty—and the more tech it takes to succeed.”

“Right now I’m hauling 25 tons of material at nearly 200 meters per second.”

“Every movement, every muscle contraction, every Martial Qi burst—this is the crystallization of my long cultivation, funded with blood and cash.”

Boom!

As the wind thundered, every strand of Martial Qi exploded down the predicted path—precisely aligned with Martial Force Mechanics and Martial Fluid Dynamics.

Meanwhile, sweat and heat discharged from her body, evaporating in her aura.

The moment her foot hit the Magnetic Channel, her Dantian surged, instantly converting mana to magnet force and anchoring her stride.

Her waist twisted, absorbing and redirecting tons of force through her frame. She became a high-strength rail, dragging Martial Qi and debris into the Magnetic Channel.

With every thunderous step, Ying Xin accelerated down the channel. Rubble wrapped in Martial Qi trailed behind like meteors, all rushing with her from the 666th floor to the basement.

From explosive strength, Martial Fluid control, wind drag mitigation, mana adaptation, trajectory optimization—everything was flawless.

“Zhang Yu… you’d better take a good look at the difference between us.”

But before she could finish the thought, a white dragon of cloud surged past her, rocketing downward.

At the head of that cloud-formed dragon—Zhang Yu.

She could feel the searing heat from his body, the bulging veins, the crimson skin—

Her face shifted slightly. “War Demon Life-Draining Technique?”

“Are you kidding me? He’s going all out from the start?”