How Dare You Make Money Off Others

Chen Yu hurried around the night market, not giving Teacher Zhao a chance to pay him back as he continued charging ahead.

Once I spend money, I never intend to take it back!

I didn't want even a bit of pure mana tainted with Positive Emotion!

After taking stock of his assets, Chen Yu realized he still had a long way to go on the road of spending money.

The fourteen thousand mana from before had already been processed and now lay in the savings pool on his phone.

It had no emotional alignment and could be withdrawn freely. It was the foundation of his finances.

Besides that, another eight thousand Positive Mana had been stored separately, giving him a headache just looking at it.

"This is the first time in my life I've learned that mana can have positive and negative attributes. There's no real difference when using it, though. But how am I supposed to spend this mana?"

He had always felt dirt poor before, needing to scrimp and save even with five hundred yuan a month.

Now, he had suddenly acquired the equivalent of eighty thousand yuan, yet he had no idea how to spend it.

This was ridiculous!

With no other choice, Chen Yu simply activated Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound, letting the thunderous resonance continually vibrate inside his body to temper his flesh and increase his strength.

The seventh-level thunder sound began operating at ten mana per hour. It was as though someone had turned on a massager against his body, stimulating every muscle and causing his physical fitness to improve slightly every second.

Without burning mana, its effect would be only a tenth of what it was now, perhaps even less.

Chen Yu let out a long breath and felt the pleasure of spending money.

Cultivation really did require burning money.

But it still wasn't enough!

Taking out his phone, he began searching for training classes in Heaven Origin, intending to buy all the extracurricular tutoring he had wanted before but couldn't afford.

Yet after looking through them, he found that perhaps because his horizons had broadened, the Heaven Origin Body Cultivator tutoring classes all seemed rather mediocre. Courses related to Morality, academics, arts, and labor were not even as good as going to the corresponding high schools.

He could spend money, but spending it recklessly would not do.

After scanning through them, he could only leave those tutoring classes for later.

Just as he was about to head back and look for another opportunity, he suddenly caught a strange fragrance and could not help raising his head.

The Sports High School night market had always been fairly famous nearby. After all, sports students needed to build up their bodies, and tempering their qi and blood usually required huge amounts of food, resulting in an especially abundant selection of food at the night market.

Most of it, however, relied on spells and shady tricks. Those little workshops were especially heavy-handed with their ingredients. Toss in half a pound of spices, and no one could tell whether the meat was lymph meat, Zombie meat, alien meat, or Predator meat.

But it was cheap.

For thirty yuan, you could stand there and eat until full. For forty, you could eat meat without any issues. For fifty, the owner would tell you which meat was good quality. For sixty, the owner would compliment you while you ate. For seventy, you could grope the owner while eating, with no need to follow the rules.

That was the meaning of "at thirty, one stands established; at forty, one has no doubts; at fifty, one knows fate; at sixty, one's ears are obedient; at seventy, one follows one's heart without overstepping the bounds."

Body Cultivators were all bottomless pits. Even a First Level of Qi Refining cultivator like Chen Yu could eat ten pounds of meat in a single meal without issue.

So the prices were quite affordable.

Yet among all these aggressively seasoned stalls, there was one establishment that stood apart from the rest, utterly out of place amid its surroundings.

It was the Little Kitchen before him.

The Little Kitchen's owner and chef was an outsider. He usually stayed hidden in the back kitchen, and no one had ever seen him.

The waiter in the shop was a half-worn Iron Golem. When it had nothing to do, it stood guard at the entrance, stiffly saying to everyone in its distinctive electronic voice, "Welcome. How many... many... many... many people will be dining?"

Although there was a problem with its voice system, the owner had no intention of replacing it and still let it work in the shop, helping him serve tea and deliver meals.

Because the owner insisted on not using special meat and demanded the best quality in everything, the Little Kitchen's prices were five times those outside.

There was also no buffet and no menu. Whatever the owner bought that day was what he cooked. It was willful to the extreme.

But the food here really was delicious.

Every dish was carefully prepared. From selecting the ingredients to reducing the sauce, every detail showed the chef's care. The spices he used were even more exceptional; their fragrance drifted for miles every time, remaining distinct even in a night market saturated with spices.

Chen Yu glanced at the dim white lantern outside the Little Kitchen, sighed, and prepared to lower his head and leave.

Then he suddenly stopped. Looking at the massive Iron Golem at the entrance, he clapped his hands. "Right, I can eat here! Wait, one person can't eat much. I can treat other people to a meal!"

With that thought, he quickly rushed back to the dormitory.

The moment he entered, he saw his good friend Ma Daqiang grinning foolishly.

Hearing the door open, Ma Daqiang immediately turned his head and set the door panel aside. When he saw Chen Yu, his grin widened until his back teeth showed.

"Brother Chen, perfect timing! The blood station temporarily raised its prices today, so I sold blood one more time. Come on, I'll treat you to a buffet at the night market."

The moment Chen Yu heard that Ma Daqiang had sold blood, he was horrified and cried out, "How could you make money off other people behind my back!"

"Huh?"

"And how could you treat me to a meal when we're brothers!"

"Wait, I always let you copy my homework. What's wrong with me treating you to one meal?"

"I let you copy because I wanted to! Don't morally blackmail me! Let me tell you, my Morality is absurdly low!"

"...Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't ask so much. Come with me. We're going to the Little Kitchen! I'm treating you to a meal. We have to replenish that blood!"

Just as he was about to head out, Chen Yu was pulled back by Ma Daqiang.

Ma Daqiang looked at him solemnly and asked, "Brother Chen, don't do anything rash. Isn't being alive good?"

"...What are you talking about now?"

"My cousin's younger brother's dog's wife's owner's neighbor was also a cultivator. He didn't do well on the National College Entrance Examination, then developed mental problems. A year later, he sold off all his property, treated everyone to a good meal, and then vanished without a trace. I heard he became a Ghost Cultivator. Brother Chen, you're not planning to do that too, are you?"

"How could I be!"

"Then where did you get the money? One does not accept green without merit. You can't just eat this meal."

"It's 'emolument,' not 'green'! And even brothers can't?"

"Brothers especially can't! Your cultivation is low. You're smart, but you don't understand the cultivation world. What if someone tricks you? I have to take responsibility for you!"

Looking at Ma Daqiang's thick brows and large eyes, his body radiating uprightness, Chen Yu could not help sighing. "Why are your moral standards so high?"

"Of course they are! My Moral Score is 97! It's my highest score!"

"Then why don't you go to Moral High School?"

"No money!"

"No wonder."

Ma Daqiang's refusal was perfectly reasonable, but Chen Yu was not someone who gave up easily.

Especially when it involved whether he would get himself worked to death by himself, he needed to be even more persistent.

After thinking it over, he decided to make use of the Tianyuan Cultivators Committee.

After lightly clearing his throat, he said to Ma Daqiang, "You know about the Black Letter I received before, right?"

"I've heard a little about it."

"That's 'roughly,' not 'emolument.' And you were the one who delivered it. Anyway, don't ask too much about the details. The Committee has given me a secret mission, and for the sake of this mission, you have to listen to me."

Upon hearing the words "secret mission," Ma Daqiang's chuunibyou soul was stirred and began blazing fiercely.

He straightened his chest and asked excitedly, "Really? Then what do I need to do?"

"Listen to me and go eat. And it's not just you. Everyone has to eat! Understand?"

"Okay!"