No Money to Cultivate Immortality?

Just as Su Yanyang was mulling over the Military License competition, a message flashed across his EyeNet interface.

"Su Yanyang! When are you paying back the money?"

"You think you can stiff a Soul Cultivator you hired? Dream on!"

At the same time, the debt collection message wasn’t just lighting up in Su Yanyang’s own EyeNet—it was also popping up in the feeds of those around him, instantly changing the way the Civil Engineering students nearby looked at him.

Su Yanyang calmly swallowed another mouthful of rice, thinking to himself, "Debt Collection Sigil, huh?"

Ma Xuan beside him couldn’t hold back. "Senior, maybe it’s better if you just pay them back?"

"If people keep tagging you with Debt Collection Sigils, your reputation’s going to tank. That’s bound to hurt your academic career, isn’t it?"

Su Yanyang replied coolly, "I hired those Soul Cultivators to do a job. If they didn’t complete it, why should I pay?"

"Let them sue me if they want. If they manage to squeeze money out of me in the end, I’ll consider that their ability."