Chapter 477: Did I Come at a Bad Time?

With the incredibly advanced surveillance system across the Heavenly Sword Sect University campus, Wen Wuya gradually realized something while tracking Zhang Yu.

Does observation always have to be done in secret?

What better vantage point is there than participating, than standing in the very heart of things?

And besides, based on her understanding of Zhang Yu, as long as you offer money, anything can be negotiated.

Isn’t that what people from the First Floor are like?

At this moment, seeing Zhang Yu retreat repeatedly, Wen Wuya showed a hint of surprise. Her small mouth slightly parted as she looked at Zhang Yu with mild astonishment.

Zhang Yu, meanwhile, stared at the slim, curvaceous "woman" before him, and couldn’t help but feel utterly uncomfortable.

Of course he knew... he knew full well that this physical body looked good—after all, he had personally designed it. Every measurement, every proportion was tailored to his own aesthetic, the textbook definition of an Earthly beauty.

But just thinking about the fact that this body belonged to Wen Wuya, who was originally a man, made Zhang Yu want to reach into his own skull and rip out every single thought that had just flashed through his mind.

And hearing Wen Wuya's proposal, he immediately snapped, “What nonsense are you talking about?! Don’t even think about it!”

Wen Wuya gave him a puzzled look, then reached out and patted her own chest.

“I haven’t used this body for Dual Cultivation with anyone yet because I didn’t think it was particularly pretty.”

“But since you designed the appearance, I figured this should be your type, right?”

“As the creator, don’t you want to test how your own design performs in practice?”

Zhang Yu waved his hand. “Don’t spout that kind of nonsense in front of me. I’m focused on cultivation. I never think about things like that.”

“Really?” Wen Wuya chuckled. “But maybe what your consciousness wants and what your physical body wants... aren’t the same thing.”

Zhang Yu opened his mouth to respond but found himself unable to explain.

Because when he had just hugged Wen Wuya earlier, he was intending to inject the Greenlotus Sword Embryo into Bai Zhenzhen’s body—but clearly Wen Wuya had misunderstood.

Wen Wuya continued, “And I can pay you. How much do you want?”

“Thirty spirit coins? Fifty? It’s all negotiable.”

Zhang Yu flatly refused, “Enough! I’m not interested in anything you’re talking about. Just leave—I don’t want to see you.”

It wasn’t entirely true that he had no interest—Zhang Yu had to admit that when she quoted thirty and fifty spirit coins, he had wavered... for just a moment.

Kunxu! Look at what you’ve turned me into!

Zhang Yu lowered his head, not daring to meet Wen Wuya’s gaze, silently cursing in his heart, “That damn Wen Wuya! Using money to corrupt my will, actually made me waver for a second!”

“It wasn’t just a second,” Fu Ji chimed in his mind. “Zhang Yu, you hesitated for at least three seconds.”

“You’re seriously messed up,” Fu Ji sighed. “What’s there to hesitate about?”

“Just do it!”

Fu Ji scolded him bitterly, “Wen Wuya is a Nascent Soul disciple—and is even offering to pay you! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

“If he were recruiting at Wanfa University, the line of people wanting to cultivate with him would stretch from the First Floor to the 669th!”

“And you still won’t take it... Are you even a cultivator? Still dreaming of joining the Ten Major Sects? You're throwing away a golden opportunity!”

“Zhang Yu! What exactly are you hesitating for!”

As Fu Ji’s voice echoed in his mind, Zhang Yu began to feel like she had a point.

“Yeah... Cultivating with a Nascent Soul disciple is a huge opportunity for most students. And I’d even get paid?”

“Not to mention the appearance is exactly to my liking.”

“And considering how powerful a Nascent Soul disciple is, they probably possess a Dao Seed too. If we deeply interact, I might even get a glimpse of it…”

“In terms of cultivation, money, and Dao Seed, this would benefit me immensely... So why am I refusing?”

But Zhang Yu knew—there was one reason. One that he simply couldn’t accept.

Under Fu Ji’s pressure, Zhang Yu finally muttered in his mind, “But… their primary gender is male. I just can’t accept that.”

“That’s it?” Fu Ji sighed. “You’re already a junior in college. Your Dao Heart is level 20, and you still haven’t overcome this tiny mental block? A woman with a male primary gender trips you up? How are you any different from a First Floor loser?”

“Zhang Yu, I’m really disappointed in you. Do you remember what you told me back in high school? You wanted to get into Pleasure and Harmony University, and now you can’t even get over this minor hurdle?”

Zhang Yu, hearing that, lowered his head in shame, frustrated at his own weakness.

“Damn it… I’ve come all the way to Kunxu, to a different world. Shouldn’t I adapt? Shouldn’t I follow the local customs and mindset?”

“And even on Earth, many people wouldn’t see this situation as unacceptable.”

“Then why! Why can’t I go through with it?!”

Fu Ji encouraged him, “Zhang Yu, I can feel your unwillingness—I can sense your fighting spirit! Go on! Cultivate with Wen Wuya! Fill that gap in your Dao Heart! Turn this into fuel for your path to immortality!”

Zhang Yu clenched his teeth and turned toward Wen Wuya, but his courage quickly faltered again.

“No, I really can’t do it.”

Just then, a cold voice came from behind.

“Did I come at a bad time?”

Zhang Yu spun around and was relieved to see Bai Zhenzhen arriving. Finally, he wouldn’t have to challenge his limits. Ah-Zhen had always opposed Dual Cultivation, firmly committed to celibate cultivation. There was no way she’d agree to Wen Wuya joining.

Wen Wuya looked at Bai Zhenzhen and chuckled, “You came at the perfect time.”

“I was just negotiating with Zhang Yu about whether the three of us could cultivate together. But he seems dissatisfied with my offer.”

Bai Zhenzhen replied firmly, “Absurd. Don’t even think about it.”

Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes! Ah-Zhen, help me shut him down hard!”

But then Bai Zhenzhen continued, “Though, if it’s just you and Zhang Yu, I have no objections.”

Zhang Yu glared at her. “Ah-Zhen! What nonsense are you talking about? So many years of being like father and daughter—were they all for nothing?! If you really knew me, you’d never say something like that!”

But in the next moment, another thought struck him. “Wait… could it be that Ah-Zhen also wants to help me overcome my internal flaw and push me forward on my Immortal Path?”

Bai Zhenzhen added, “Though I don’t mind, I think Zhang Yu would definitely charge a higher price.”

She raised one finger. “If it’s Zhang Yu, he’d charge at least a hundred spirit coins.”

“You gotta be kidding me!” Zhang Yu cursed inwardly, just as Bai Zhenzhen turned and winked at him, sending a message.

Bai Zhenzhen: Don’t worry. Since you’re visiting Heavenly Sword Sect University, I’ll make sure you get a good price.

Fu Ji chimed in, “This is good for you, Zhang Yu. Bai Zhenzhen is helping you!”

Zhang Yu opened his mouth to protest, but that whole “primary gender” excuse suddenly felt too flimsy to say aloud.

In the next moment, a thought struck him, and he told Fu Ji, “I came here to transfer the Divine Spirit Root with Ah-Zhen. Every moment we delay reduces the cultivation gain. There’s no time to deal with Wen Wuya.”

Zhang Yu was genuinely curious and excited to see what would happen when two Greenlotus Sword Embryos were exchanged.

Fu Ji agreed with his reasoning.

So Zhang Yu patted Bai Zhenzhen’s lower abdomen to signal the matter of the Divine Spirit Root.

He avoided sending a message—this was too important, and he was worried that messages sent on Heavenly Sword Sect University’s network could be leaked.

Bai Zhenzhen understood immediately.

“This guy is in such a rush,” she thought. “Can’t even wait to use my Divine Spirit Root? Not even tempted by the money?”

“Looks like it’s really important to him.”

With that, she cut off her negotiation with Wen Wuya.

“On second thought, forget it. Zhang Yu’s time belongs to me from here on. You’re not involved anymore.”

Wen Wuya looked confused. “Are you sure?”

She looked to Zhang Yu. “Zhang Yu, do you agree?”

Bai Zhenzhen held out an arm to block Wen Wuya and firmly said, “I’ve decided. You can leave now.”

Seeing her mind was made up, Wen Wuya could only sigh. “If you change your mind, let me know anytime.”

Bai Zhenzhen added, “By the way, where did you get that outfit? Give it back.”

Wen Wuya replied flatly, “I bought an identical one myself.”

She casually patted her chest. “You can tell just by looking that the size is totally different.”

In the next instant, Wen Wuya vanished in a blur.

Bai Zhenzhen wrapped her arms around Zhang Yu from behind. Zhang Yu smiled and returned the embrace, whispering softly into her ear, “I’ve got a surprise for you later.”

Bai Zhenzhen pressed tightly against Zhang Yu, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. Suddenly, her brow furrowed.

Both Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had the same thought.

“What just poked me?”

But the next moment, they both realized—and shared a smile.

Zhang Yu chuckled, “Ah-Zhen, you’re just like before.”

He thought to himself, “Still the same. Always the first to offer up her Divine Spirit Root.”

Bai Zhenzhen gave him a disdainful look. “And you’re just like before.”

In her heart, she scoffed, “Tch. Can’t even control himself.”

They smiled at each other, and it felt like they were back in high school again, cultivating together in each other’s arms.

But suddenly Zhang Yu’s expression shifted.

“Wait... Ah-Zhen doesn’t even know I have a Divine Spirit Root too. Then when she said I was the same as before…”

“Dammit! She misunderstood me again!”

As Zhang Yu scrambled to think of an explanation, Bai Zhenzhen whispered, “Don’t move.”

“Just holding is fine. Don’t do anything extra.”