Jiangcheng No. 3 High School, Senior Year Faculty Office.
An old air conditioner rumbled with a dull, oppressive hum.
Su Yu stood before the desk, staring in silence at a two-page agreement that head teacher Li Jianguo had slid across to him.
“Su Yu, just sign it.”
Li Jianguo sighed, took a sip from his thermos of goji berry water, and added, “This is the best choice for you.”
The agreement on the desk was only two thin pages.
But its contents were enough to alter the course of Su Yu’s entire life.
He would be giving up the rights to his liberal arts college entrance exam scores.
In compensation, he would receive one million Dragon Coins.
Su Yu didn’t reach for the pen.
Instead, he lifted his head and looked toward the young man sitting on the sofa.
Zhao Ze.
The class’s infamous rich kid. His family ran several large-scale martial arts academies in Jiangcheng, with assets in the hundreds of millions.
Right now, Zhao Ze was scrolling through his phone. Sensing Su Yu’s gaze, he looked up and offered a warm, easy smile.
“Student Su, the terms are still negotiable.”
Zhao Ze’s voice was calm. There was no arrogant aggression—only the composed air of someone who knew he held all the cards.
“One million, cash. It can be wired to your account this afternoon.”
Su Yu took a deep breath.
One million.
In this world—a place overrun by giant beasts where the strong ruled through martial might—the average monthly wage for an ordinary person was only three thousand yuan.
Even if he aced the liberal arts exam, got into a top-tier humanities university, and landed a respectable job paying ten thousand a month—decades of frugal living wouldn’t begin to touch that number without eating or drinking for a hundred years.
But now, all he had to do was sign on the dotted line, and that vast sum would be his.
“Zhao Ze’s liberal arts scores aren’t great,” Li Jianguo chimed in at the right moment. “But his martial arts blood-energy value has already reached 9.8—only a hair away from a perfect score. If he can boost his arts results, he’s a lock for the Great Xia Capital First Martial Arts University.”
“Su Yu, I know your situation too.”
Li Jianguo softened his tone, lacing it with a kind of weary sincerity. “You’re an orphan. You’ve been scraping by on part-time jobs. Your arts scores aren’t bad—top ten in the grade.”
“But what does that get you?”
“Arts school graduates end up as senior clerks at best, or in logistics. This world belongs to martial artists.”
Li Jianguo’s words cut into Su Yu like the dull blade of a knife, one slow slice at a time.
He had been transmigrated to this world for three years now.
No one understood the status of martial artists better than Su Yu.
Beyond the city walls, giant beasts raged. Humanity survived within towering barriers, and only martial artists could face and fight those monsters—enjoying privileges and glory beyond the reach of ordinary people.
He had dreamed of skyrocketing to glory, just like the protagonists in the novels he used to read.
He trained like a madman.
Woke up earlier than the roosters, went to sleep later than the dogs filled every waking moment with the Basic Body Tempering Technique.
And the result?
Three years, and his own blood-energy value had crawled from a pathetic 0.5 to a still-pathetic 0.8.
The passing score for martial arts entrance exams? A blood-energy value of 6.
The perfect score? 10.
At 0.8, he couldn’t even set foot in a martial arts high school, let alone attempt the martial arts exam.
His talent was appalling.
“Student Su, you don’t need to feel wronged.”
Zhao Ze put down his phone, stood up, and walked over until he towered half a head above Su Yu. The pressure of his presence was palpable.
“Martial arts takes money,” Zhao Ze said, looking at Su Yu with something that might have passed for pity. “A poor scholar learns words; a rich man practices martial arts. That saying holds true in any era.”
“What do you eat every day? The cheapest synthetic starch meat in the cafeteria.”
“What do I eat? Rank-one beast meat, century-aged ginseng soup, and I have personal martial arts instructors for monthly massage therapy.”
“Even if I handed this martial arts university spot to you without conditions—could you actually afford to attend?”
Zhao Ze reached out and tapped the agreement on the desk.
“In university, you need money for cultivation techniques, for pills, for weapons—everything costs.”
“You have no background, no resources. Do you think passion and hard work are enough?”
Zhao Ze laughed lightly, shaking his head.
“If hard work was enough, what would be the point of talent and family?”
Every word was a knife to the gut.
Su Yu’s fists clenched so tightly his nails nearly pierced his palms.
He wanted to argue. To ram the agreement back in Zhao Ze’s face, scream something about “thirty years on the east side of the river, thirty on the west.”
But he had no footing.
Zhao Ze was right. Even if he used his arts scores to crawl into some mediocre university, if he somehow got his hands on a better cultivation technique—with that despairing lack of martial talent and his empty wallet—what could he possibly achieve?
That blood-energy value of 0.8 was a mountain, pressing down on his spine, impossible to move.
“Su Yu, don’t be stubborn.”
Li Jianguo, seeing Su Yu’s struggle, pressed his point. “Just take the exam like normal. Do your usual best.”
“Let the Zhao family handle the rest. Your scores will naturally land under Zhao Ze’s name.”
“You walk away with one million. You can live comfortably for the rest of your life—maybe even start a small business, marry a beautiful wife. Isn’t that better than slaving away through a liberal arts university?”
“Just don’t kick up a fuss. It’s a win-win.”
A win-win.
A well-crafted win-win.
Su Yu laughed bitterly inside.
Stealing a decade of someone’s blood, sweat, and tears. Buying up their entire future with cash. Calling it a win-win.
But did he have the power to refuse?
If he said no, the Zhao family had a thousand ways to make sure he couldn’t survive in Jiangcheng anymore. They could even strip away his pitiful arts scores.
He was just an orphan with no connections, no power.
In a world where the strong devoured the weak, the weak didn’t even get the right to choose.
Slowly, Su Yu unclenched his fists.
A wave of exhaustion washed over him.
He glanced at the black pen on the table. He reached for it.
Maybe this was just reality.
Take the money. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about next month’s rent.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the pen—
A cold, mechanical voice exploded in his mind without warning.
[Detected that host is facing a major life decision. Cash-to-Cultivation System has been activated.]
[System binding in progress...]
[Binding successful.]
Su Yu’s hand froze midair.
His pupils contracted sharply.
A system?
His golden ticket had finally come?!
[This system uses the simplest, most straightforward method to help the host reach the pinnacle of martial arts.]
[Core function: Buy cultivation with money.]
[Current exchange rate: 1 yuan = 1 year of cultivation.]
[Note: “1 year of cultivation” means the results of the host training in a perfect state—without eating, drinking, or sleeping—for one full year.]
Su Yu was stunned.
Even after three years of brutal hard knocks in this world, his mind still short-circuited.
One yuan... bought a year of cultivation?
He paid two yuan for a bottle of water at the corner store!
Two yuan could buy two years of perfect cultivation?!
Su Yu swallowed hard.
He realized something profoundly insane.
If one yuan could buy a year of cultivation...
Then what if he had a million yuan?
A million years of cultivation!
He wouldn’t even need to worry about hitting the passing blood-energy score—with a million years of cultivation, even if he were just a pig, he’d ascend to godhood on the spot!
“Su Yu?”
Li Jianguo looked at Su Yu’s hand suspended in midair and furrowed his brow slightly. “What’s the matter? Not satisfied with the price?”
Zhao Ze also raised an eyebrow. “Student Su, one million is already the limit. You should know when enough is enough—greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant.”
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