Do You Want My Spiritual Root?

"Meow the hell! Meow the hell!"

Inside Little Kitchen, Ma Daqiang was already dazed. He had now transformed into a heartless eating machine, using food to dispel the gloom in his heart.

A two-meter-tall hunk built like a fierce tiger actually carried a sense of fragility now. Chen Yu could not help sighing that Body Cultivators really were simple-minded and easy to break.

After being broken, they were especially vulnerable. Chen Yu could make them do whatever he wanted. Even if they were dragged into Little Kitchen to eat, they showed no reaction, and they did not complain even when they ate expensive food.

Knowing that this meal had cost the group another four thousand yuan, Chen Yu felt refreshed, and even the plain white rice in his mouth tasted better.

Opening the Constitution interface, he saw that his Negative Emotions had accumulated to four thousand, while his Positive Emotion was only three thousand one hundred. His remaining Positive Mana waiting to be consumed was four thousand two hundred.

Four thousand against seven thousand three hundred. The advantage was mine!

Based on his earlier observations, both Negative Emotions and Positive Emotion had a period of sage-like clarity. The exact duration depended on the target's Dao heart.

Fourth High School currently produced mainly Positive Emotion, while the Sports High School mainly produced Negative Emotions. As long as he continued opening up new markets, he would never lack Negative Emotions.

By then, he would have fifty thousand, maybe even sixty thousand mana in hand. He could spend it however he wanted. Those days would definitely be sweet.

Then he could find a chance to go on a shopping spree in another city. The laid-back college life he wanted would not be far away.

At that thought, an evil smile involuntarily appeared on Chen Yu's face.

"Chen Yu, your smile is so evil. I'm already crying like this, and you won't even comfort me."

Glancing at the sniveling Ma Daqiang beside him, Chen Yu said disdainfully, "How do you want me to comfort you? Do you want me to hold your hand and say, 'Little brother, how much suffering have you endured? I know you're an iron-forged man, with intestines of polyethylene. Only a thousand pounds of rare earth could stir out a single tear of grievance. Even my heart breaks to see it. Just wait here. I'll go slaughter Teacher Zhao later and avenge you, little brother.'"

Ma Daqiang wiped away his tears. "That works. When are you going?"

"...No, you actually want me to go?"

"Wasn't that what you said?"

"I never should have joked with you like that. Your brain is all muscle; it can't turn at all."

After mocking Ma Daqiang, Chen Yu was in an excellent mood. He began thinking about how to expand his gains afterward, how to make Negative Emotions come faster so he could increase his profits and gain more benefits.

Just as he was thinking, he sensed someone sit down in front of him.

Raising his head, he saw a fat middle-aged man sitting before him, his face covered in greasy sweat.

May was a little hot, but this man was clearly high in body fat. On top of that, he loved grease and sugar, which was how he had grown into this Tang Dynasty-like shape.

Beside him, the lecherous-looking dean, who resembled a huge rat, had already bent himself into the shape of a "V," his face brimming with flattery as he faced the fat man.

Noticing Chen Yu looking at him, the dean snapped unhappily, "What are you looking at? You see a teacher and don't even greet him? Do you have no manners at all?"

Before Chen Yu could respond, the fat man raised a hand. "Dean, don't be like that. You're Chen Yu, right? Let's get acquainted. I'm the principal of Third High School. We never had a chance to meet before, and we missed each other at the opening ceremony. Today, let's formally get to know each other."

"Oh, hello, Principal," Chen Yu replied casually.

After learning that the man before him had been beaten up by Teacher Zhao three times, Chen Yu had no reverence for him whatsoever.

After all, in the cultivation world, ability reigned supreme. If a principal could not even keep his own teachers in line, then he could not blame the students for looking down on him.

The fat on the principal's face trembled. Then he called over the Iron Golem and said generously, "What do you recommend today?"

"Fat... fat pig..."

"Who are you calling a pig?" the dean shouted sharply. "Believe it or not, I'll tear down this shabby little place of yours!"

"The Fat Pig Set Meal includes braised pork intestines, fried lard, roasted pigskin, and a large pork knuckle."

The dean immediately shut up, while the fat principal shot him an unhappy look before saying, "Give everyone here a serving. My treat."

The moment payment was mentioned, the Iron Golem immediately spoke clearly. "Two hundred seventy per serving. Card or cash?"

The principal sucked in a sharp breath. After checking his wallet, he said, "Forget it. Too greasy. Not good for the body. Give everyone a cup of water. My treat."

"...Oh."

Pushing a cup of water toward Chen Yu, the principal smiled. "Student Chen, have you been under much pressure with your studies lately? Are you having any difficulties?"

"Principal, if you have something to say, just say it. I'm in a hurry to go home and arrange a blind date for my ants."

"Straightforward! I like people like you. Actually, it's nothing much. I just saw that Student Chen's Spiritual Root score is very high. Unfortunately, you awakened too late. You only have 270 points now, and you're still some distance away from your ideal university."

"Principal, why don't you be more direct?"

"Straightforward! Someone has taken a liking to your Spiritual Root and wants to borrow it for half a year. It'll be returned after six months. Don't worry, Spiritual Root transplantation is only a minor operation. You can get the money on the day of the surgery, and after half a year, it'll be transplanted back into you. As long as you agree, the surgery can happen immediately. The other party will cover all medical expenses, and they can even remove your appendix while they're at it."

Seeing that Chen Yu showed no reaction, the principal leaned closer and lowered his voice. "The other party has connections with me, so I can also get you some extra benefits. You'll definitely get a surprise then."

"Then translate it for me. What exactly is a surprise?"

"A surprise is a surprise!"

"Then what surprise is it, exactly?"

"I already told you, it's a surprise! Fine, I'll be direct. A five-thousand-yuan interest-free loan. It'll be fine even if you repay it three years later. Then you'll get another thousand yuan in nutrition fees, and I'll write you a recommendation letter. At the very least, it'll save you twenty points' worth of struggle."

Chen Yu stared at the principal speechlessly and finally understood why the man was so unpopular.

Taking out his phone, he searched for a moment, then pointed at the listed prices on the platform. "Principal, there are Spiritual Root rental services too, but they charge by the day. My ninety-one-point Spiritual Root is worth three hundred yuan a day. How do you have the nerve to offer me only five thousand yuan, and it's interest-free at that? I may not be short on money, but you can't insult me like this!"

"You don't want the recommendation letter anymore? Let me warn you, I have the final say at Third High School. You—"

"What kind of recommendation can trash like you write? And what can you do to me? I never should have wasted my time here with you! I've booked out Little Kitchen today. You were allowed in because I gave you face by calling you Principal and Dean. Now I'm not giving you face anymore! Iron Golem, see the guests out!"

The Iron Golem, which had been waiting eagerly for a long time, charged over joyfully and directly threw the principal and dean outside.

The moment the two hit the ground, cheers erupted from Little Kitchen. Chen Yu's head-on hard steel earned him quite a bit of applause.

After venting his anger, Chen Yu felt much better. His Positive Emotion rose a little too, but it was still acceptable.

Outside the door, the dean rubbed his butt, ready to curse, but the principal stopped him.

Looking at the Little Kitchen filled with laughter and cheerful voices, the principal said sinisterly, "They have Zhao Ziri and the Tianyuan Cultivators Committee backing them now, so we can't touch them for the time being. But it's fine. In a few days, the sports students from Changxia Sports High School will arrive. Then I'll make them regret it!"

"Principal, you are wise!"