What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?

Looking at the changes in the palm of his hand, Zhang Yu couldn't help but think, "What does this mean?"

"Will I be done for once it's completely filled?"

Unfortunately, no one could answer the unease in Zhang Yu's heart at this moment.

After finishing the morning's physical education class, Zhang Yu dragged his half-dead body and had lunch with Bai Zhenzhen and Zhou Tianyi, then after a short rest, he welcomed the afternoon's classes.

The first class in the afternoon was history, and the teacher was an old man with a full head of white hair.

After entering the classroom, the old man sat down behind the podium on his own, opened his book, and casually began to lecture.

As for the students below, whether they were seizing the time to rest, breathe, cultivate, or even leave the classroom to train their bodies, he didn't seem to care.

Zhang Yu wasn't interested in listening to what the history teacher was saying; he just quickly flipped through the textbook, constantly recalling the contents in his mind and understanding them in conjunction with his own memories.

"Kunxu doesn't have countries; everything is monopolized and controlled by the Ten Great Sects. Kunxu has thirty-six layers above ground. The first layer is about twice the size of China, made up of various cities of different sizes, each managed by a city government built by the great sects."

"Apart from immortal cultivation, the level of technology in the first layer seems to be about the same as in my previous life, but the lives of ordinary people seem to be much harder."

"The first layer of Kunxu is also where Zhang Yu has always lived. As for going higher… he has only seen that in TV shows and movies."

According to what Zhang Yu knew from his memories, only by getting into university could one enter the second layer of Kunxu, and only after graduating from university and joining a great sect could one ascend to even higher layers.

It can be said that in this Kunxu, only by mastering stronger immortal power and higher authority can one climb upwards step by step.

And the higher the layer, the more abundant the spiritual energy, the more developed the immortal technology, and the more abundant the various resources, according to legend.

Thinking back to this, Zhang Yu couldn't help but turn his head to look out the window, feeling the sunlight pouring down from the sky.

"Such a real sky and sunlight… is this really inside some super-giant building?"

"The first layer is already twice the size of China, so how much space does the entire Kunxu occupy? It must not be on Earth anymore, right?"

"And how did I come to this world?"

Unconsciously, his mind recalled the scene when he first arrived in this world, the strange ritual, and then his head felt another wave of dizziness.

Zhang Yu quickly shook his head. For him at the moment, compared to these big issues, high school grades, living expenses, making money, physical education class… these immediate things needed his attention more.

And thinking of grades and cultivation, Zhang Yu felt another headache.

In addition to the morning's physical education class, the immortal cultivation grades also included four subjects: Dao Heart, Mana, Martial Arts, and Dao Techniques.

Among them, Dao Heart accounted for 150 points, Mana accounted for 150 points, Martial Arts 100 points, and Dao Techniques 100 points.

And according to Zhang Yu's memory, his recent ranking had been declining across the board, with no subject not regressing.

At this rate, it seemed that being expelled from Songyang High School was only a matter of time.

And another question popped up in Zhang Yu's mind.

"From what I can see now, Zhang Yu's family is neither rich, nor does he have any outstanding immortal talent himself. Whether it was the first year or the second year, his interviews didn't seem very successful, so how did he get into Songyang High School?"

Zhang Yu repeatedly recalled, only remembering that the original owner had entered Songyang High School with less-than-ideal interview results.

And thinking of the original owner's family, his eyes moved slightly, and he took out his phone and opened his contacts.

"Right, should I contact Zhang Yu's parents and sister after school?"

During the afternoon's classes, Zhang Yu spent his time reviewing and sorting out the memories in his mind, which deepened his understanding of the knowledge in his mind, of this world, and of Zhang Yu's identity.

In the blink of an eye, it was six o'clock, the end of school.

Today's classes at the school were all over, but for most of the students at Songyang High School, the day's classes were only half over. Next, they would need to attend their respective tutoring sessions and then study on their own until late at night before they could rest.

But unlike the students who were rushing to their respective tutoring classes, Zhang Yu was sitting in the empty cafeteria at the moment.

Having run out of savings and credit, he hadn't attended tutoring classes for two weeks.

So after finishing dinner, he thought for a while and opened his phone.

"Let's give it a try."

He first called Zhang Yu's mother, then his father, but both were unanswered.

Recalling the relevant memories of Zhang Yu's parents and sister in his mind, he finally had no choice but to call his sister.

"Zhang Yu?"

Listening to the slightly cold voice on the other end of the phone, Zhang Yu bit the bullet and said, "Sister, can you lend me some money?"

In a moment of silence, just as Zhang Yu thought the other party would hang up, a voice came from the phone: "When you were in the first grade of elementary school, I told Mom and Dad that you don't have immortal talent, and going down this path is a complete waste of time and money."

"After we separated, Mom believed in your delusions and stubbornly wanted to support you in high school alone, and she even came to us not long ago to borrow money, wanting to use my tutoring fees."

"Heh, and you, this overestimating fool, even want to take out loans to cultivate immortality. In order to study in high school, you're already up to your neck in debt, right?"

Faced with the other party's accusations, Zhang Yu was speechless, because according to the memories he had sorted out in his mind, what the other party said was correct.

After his parents separated with their respective children, knowing that his mother's income was insufficient and the family had no money, the original Zhang Yu was too overconfident, and in the end, he stubbornly took out small loans to cultivate immortality, living on loans all the way to the present.

And his mother also left him after Zhang Yu repeatedly borrowed money, helping him repay it again and again, and discovering that the hole was getting bigger and bigger.

The voice on the other end of the phone continued to come.

"This is our last contact. You can pay off the debts you owe yourself."

"I'll give you one more piece of advice: drop out of school and go work to pay off your debts."

"For the sake of being a family, I'll send you 500 later. This money is enough for you to find a job before you starve to death."

Listening to the sound of the other party hanging up the phone, Zhang Yu sighed helplessly: "Fortunately, I got at least 500."

Including the 500 from Bai Zhenzhen, Zhang Yu's current savings finally exceeded 1000.

But walking on the way home, Zhang Yu's mind was still constantly filled with the other party's advice.

"Drop out of school and go to work?"

Lying back on the bed in the rented house, Zhang Yu stared blankly at the somewhat moldy ceiling.

Declining grades, penniless, burdened with huge debts, a body that can't bear the burden… he had to admit that dropping out of school early to work seemed like a rational decision.

Just then, a burst of pain came from the palm of his hand. The symbol that only he could see was finally filled with black at this moment.

At the same time, a clear female voice rang out from the side: "Boy, the summoning ritual is complete. It's time to grant three wishes."

Zhang Yu turned his head sharply and found a rag doll sitting on his bedside.

Looking at the rag doll with its yellowing and faded fabric, crooked stitching, and seeming to be about to tear apart at any moment, he suddenly realized that this wasn't the rag doll he saw in the weird ritual on the rooftop after he came to this world yesterday?

Rag Doll: "Hey, did you hear what I said? Three wishes, not one less."

Faced with the bizarre scene in front of him, Zhang Yu just wanted to leave.

He wasn't the newbie who knew nothing about this world anymore.

After sorting out the memories in his mind, he knew that gods in this world were not some ethereal belief, but managers who held countless affairs, large and small, within the entire Kunxu.

But these righteous gods were definitely not someone that an immortal cultivation waste like Zhang Yu could summon casually. The god that Zhang Yu's so-called summoning ritual could summon must be an evil god rumored to cause chaos, disregard human life, and be severely cracked down on by the Ten Great Sects and the righteous gods of various departments.

The little stories of those mortals who made deals with evil gods and ultimately died, their souls scattered, were what the common people of Kunxu's first layer had grown up listening to.

"Zhang Yu, this guy, was at the end of his rope, and finally turned to the evil gods?"

"No wonder I feel dizzy whenever I think of related memories. Is this also the evil god's trick?"

Zhang Yu felt the danger at the first moment and wanted to leave, but after another thought, he stopped his constantly trembling body.

The reason why the original Zhang Yu sought out the evil god was only because he was truly at the end of his rope.

Was he to be a beast of burden at the bottom forever to pay off debts, or was he to risk his life for a chance to continue cultivating immortality?

"Evil God! My first wish is for you to help me fulfill 100 wishes!"

After saying this, Zhang Yu swallowed and nervously looked at the other party and asked, "Can you do it?"

"Heh, of course I can do such a simple thing."

Looking at the smile on Zhang Yu's face, the rag doll let out a sneer: "But my choice is… not to do it."

"Because after the summoning ritual is complete, you have to fulfill my three wishes."

"If you choose to refuse to fulfill my wishes, or deliberately delay or even fail in the process of fulfilling them, then you will be torn apart and your soul will be scattered under the backlash of the ritual."

"Alright, my first wish is that you have to help me fulfill 1000 more wishes."

Hearing these words, Zhang Yu was slightly stunned and cursed in his heart: "Isn't… this summoning ritual just to fulfill your wishes? Is this Zhang Yu an idiot? Still 1000 wishes? This works too?"

And after the rag doll finished speaking its first wish, it smiled slightly, and the hollow eyes composed of black buttons continued to stare straight at Zhang Yu.

"Are you ready? I'm going to say my next wish."

Zhang Yu's heart suddenly tightened when he heard this: "What wish is this ghost thing going to make?"

"If I really have to complete a thousand wishes for her, wouldn't I become her slave?"

"Or… make a wish that I can't complete at all… wouldn't I be doomed to die?"

The rag doll slowly said: "I've thought about it. My next wish is… for you to help me collect a batch of antiques."

Zhang Yu swallowed: "Antiques?"

The rag doll chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I've already found them for you. Just buy everything in your shopping cart."

Zhang Yu was slightly stagnant when he heard this, then took out his phone, opened his shopping cart according to his memory, and found that it was already filled with various Buddha statues, offering tables, incense burners, wooden swords… the prices of which were not cheap, with each one costing tens of thousands.

And if he couldn't afford these antiques, it seemed that he couldn't fulfill the wish. If he couldn't fulfill the evil god's wish, wouldn't he die under the effect of the ritual?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu quickly asked: "Can you change the wish?"

"I probably can't afford so many antiques."

"Making excuses…" The rag doll's gaze condensed, and endless malice seemed to surge from its dark eyes: "You want to go back on your word? If you can't afford it, go borrow it. If you can't borrow it, sell your heart, liver, kidney, spleen, and lungs. There's always a way for you to raise money."

Zhang Yu looked at the rag doll seriously and slowly said: "If I do that, then I will die in order to fulfill this one wish, right?"

The doll laughed softly: "So what?"

Zhang Yu: "You are choosing to immediately lose someone who will help you fulfill a thousand wishes in the future."

"Or give me some time and let a future disciple of a great sect help you buy these antiques and then, one by one… help you fulfill those thousand wishes?"

"Hmm?" The rag doll glanced at Zhang Yu in surprise: "Continue."

Zhang Yu: "I calculated that even if I work in Kunxu's first layer for decades, I probably wouldn't be able to raise that much money."

"But if I can join a great sect, then I can save enough money in a few years."

Rag Doll: "So?"

Zhang Yu: "That is to say… as long as I study hard, cultivate diligently, and constantly become stronger, get into a famous university, and then join a great sect after graduation, I can use the sect's salary to fulfill your wish."

After the rag doll was silent for a moment, it suddenly said: "Are you saying that you want to study hard, then go to work and earn a salary, so as to fulfill my wish?"

"Are you playing me?"

Endless malice rushed towards him. The rag doll's eyes were like two huge black holes, wanting to instantly suck in all the surrounding light.

Zhang Yu clenched his fists, trying his best to suppress his constantly trembling legs, and stared at the rag doll, word by word: "Your first wish is for me to fulfill a thousand wishes for you. The second wish is to collect the antiques in the shopping cart."

"If I die of poverty while collecting antiques for you, how can I fulfill a thousand wishes?"

"If I know this, but still complete the second wish in a way that is bound to die, wouldn't I be deliberately not completing the first wish?"

"Deliberately making myself unable to complete the first wish would violate the requirements of the ritual, and I'm afraid that I would be backlashed by the ritual and die before even completing the second wish, right?"

"So studying hard, getting into university, and working hard to earn money are the only feasible plans I can think of at the moment to fulfill the first and second wishes."

As Zhang Yu finished speaking, there was a deathly silence in the room.

After a moment, the rag doll's voice rang out.

"Let me see your balance."

After seeing the balance on Zhang Yu's account and various overdue loan messages, the rag doll was silent for a long time.

"This kid..." The rag doll's mind raced. "Normally, this kind of situation shouldn't happen. After all, the ritual's target should be wealthy people, and buying that pile of antiques is just a matter of lifting a finger."

"But this kid... this kid is too poor, so poor that he can't even fulfill the first wish, to the point that he's exploited a loophole."

"Damn it, didn't I say to find a rich person! How did you find such a pauper for me!"

After a long silence, the rag doll looked at Zhang Yu and said, "What you said... isn't entirely unreasonable."

"Alright, go study hard. I'll come back to you when you've earned enough money."

As it spoke, the doll sneered again, "But you must remember, all of this is to fulfill my wish."

"From now on, if you slack off even slightly in the process of fulfilling my wish, you will die under the backlash of the ritual."

Watching the rag doll gradually disappear, Zhang Yu exhaled sharply, his body softening as he collapsed onto the bed.

Suddenly, he remembered something and shouted, "Wait, this ritual... what exactly did I get from this ritual?!"

Although he suspected that his transmigration might be related to this ritual, he didn't dare to directly reveal this secret, and instead chose a roundabout way of probing.

Unless absolutely necessary, he decided to keep the secret of Earth buried deep in his heart, never to reveal it.

The rag doll completely disappeared without a trace, leaving only a voice in Zhang Yu's ear: "Your potential has been stimulated, but everyone's potential is different. What exactly is it... go and feel it for yourself."

Outside the room, the rag doll walked and thought, "This kid's aptitude is terrible. The potential stimulation is nothing more than enhancing his magic power or physical strength, right? I doubt he can even get into a university, let alone join a major sect. How can he fulfill my wish?"

"But his on-the-spot adaptability is quite interesting... let me see how far you can struggle."

Inside the room, Zhang Yu watched the black symbol in the palm of his hand gradually begin to change.