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

Why was Chapter 822 given to Zhang Yu?! (7200+ words, please vote!)

With a deafening roar, Ying Aikun's primordial spirit was thrown back, carrying his physical body forward at lightning speed.

A series of frantically roaring corpses charged towards him, but Ying Aikun didn't even look at them. He unleashed a palm strike, causing a violent spatial distortion that swept outwards, and then collected the corpses into the Qiankun Pot at his waist.

His Qiankun Pot was a self-contained space, and at a glance, it was a bustling soul cultivation factory.

At this very moment, as soon as the corpse parts fell into it, they were swarmed by a large number of soul cultivators manipulating magical artifacts, becoming raw materials on the assembly line. After a series of processing steps, they would become immortal materials that could be sold.

The spatial structure of Kunxu is strictly controlled, and individuals are theoretically not allowed to have truly independent personal space without permission.

To own such an independent space, or rather, a grotto, one often needs to go through layers of strict approval. The use, ownership, standards, future plans, and even the fees for the spirit world and spiritual energy are all strictly controlled.

Just like the many small realms in the sect hierarchy today that resemble old graveyards, they are essentially independent spaces, and the owners behind them all have powerful backgrounds and often have complex shareholding structures.

Therefore, even within sects, the storage magic treasures possessed by most cultivators are similar to those in the lower realms today, both based on the principle of spatial compression and consolidation.

However, Ying Aikun, relying on his background, created the Qiankun Pot as an independent space, his own cave dwelling, for his personal use only.

Inside this Qiankun Pot, there was not only a factory area, but also a large area of ​​antique manor with pavilions and towers, rolling spiritual veins and mountains, and boundless medicinal fields, as well as private lakes, private seas, and private starry skies.

At its peak, the entire interior of the Qiankun Pot was filled with numerous cultivators serving Ying Aikun, functioning like a small kingdom.

At that time, Ying Aikun even planned to continuously develop the Qiankun Pot, eventually turning it into a small world like the old graveyard.

Unfortunately, due to a sudden change in events, this former immortal fell from his peak, and all his assets were confiscated. Naturally, the Qiankun Pot in his hand also caught the eye of others and was eventually cut into more than ten pieces and auctioned off.

It was only thanks to the protection of the Tai Zhen Immortal Clan that he was able to retain such a small portion of the Qiankun Pot's space.

"What belongs to me, I will take back one day."

Looking at the streak of blood-red light shooting into the sky ahead, Ying Aikun knew that she was getting closer and closer to the corpse of the former sect leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

"This time, reclaiming the legacy is just the first step."

Ying Aikun made a hand seal, his primordial spirit surged, and he unleashed yet another immortal technique.

As a descendant of Ying Xintian, a former immortal, Ying Aikun's mastery of spatial technology naturally far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators.

Techniques like "Kunlun in the Palm" and "The Great Void Barrier of the Three Realms and Ten Directions" were things he had already mastered.

Even though his cultivation has regressed to the Nascent Soul stage, his spatial technology, along with the related magical treasures and artifacts he possesses, are enough to make him stand out among the crowd in the Nascent Soul stage.

The next moment, his figure flashed at high speed, piercing through the void time and time again, accelerating towards the target location in a continuous instantaneous movement.

As Ying Aikun accelerated, the other cultivators participating in the competition also displayed their unique abilities.

The primordial spirits of the Netherworld Palace cultivators transformed into a raging blood tide, like an unstoppable tsunami, sweeping away all the approaching corpses and rapidly moving towards the direction of the blood light.

There was also a White Bone Cult cultivator who manipulated a bone demon, which shot out like a white meteor, smashing everything in its path into dust.

At the entrance to the experimental area, although Ling Chiye could not witness the performance of each cultivator, he could still distinguish the positions of different cultivators through the beams of divine light of their primordial spirits in the darkness.

"Senior Ying is even faster now, and has completely widened the gap between himself and the others."

"Judging from the frequency of these flashes, it must be a spatial immortal technique that allows one to pierce through the void and teleport instantly, right?"

Ling Chiye thought to himself, "As expected of a descendant of Immortal Ying, Senior Ying's spatial technology is probably unmatched among the many cultivators present. With just this one skill, he can remain invincible."

"Although there are still people in the remaining Netherworld Palace and White Bone Sect who are very fast, it seems that they can no longer catch up with him."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Minister Qin looked at the dark expanse ahead with a worried expression.

"Sigh, such discrimination based on cultivation level... Why is it that only cultivators below the Void Refinement stage are allowed to compete for such a fine immortal inheritance? A good Void Refinement cultivator is no worse than a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

At this moment, Minister Qin even had an impulse to simply abandon his cultivation and retreat to the Nascent Soul stage before participating in the competition.

But looking at that beam of light that was leading the way, Minister Qin couldn't help but shake his head: "Even if we join the fray now, we still can't beat Ying Aikun."

"Sigh, he's a descendant of an immortal, he's limited by the Nascent Soul realm, and he needs space technology to travel... You might as well just allow him to go in alone."

Minister Qin shook his head: "Ying Xintian talks about reform... In the end, won't he just leave the good stuff to his descendants? This kind of outdated thinking is not even as good as Kunxu today."

"Sigh, I knew it. These kinds of immortal inheritances... are all predetermined. How could it be our turn?"

Seeing that Vice Minister Jiang Xunyi was still trying to rush in, Qin Chuan reminded him, "Don't try. I think this immortal inheritance has already been decided. Whoever goes to this table, except for the person designated by the dealer, will lose."

Jiang Xunyi resolutely said, "The path to immortality is boundless, but gambling is the only shore. A person's life is just one bet after another."

"Now that I have this opportunity to sit at the table, how could I have achieved what I have today if I don't take a gamble? And if I don't keep gambling, how will I ever have a chance to climb to the pinnacle of immortality?"

"The spirit of gambling is the true meaning of the immortal path that I, Jiang Xunyi, seek."

"Minister, I've gone..."

But before leaving, Jiang Xunyi suddenly stopped and said, "But before I go, there is something I would like to ask you, Minister."

"Go ahead and say it," Qin Chuan said. "Apart from borrowing money, everything else is negotiable."

Jiang Xunyi said, "It's almost time to leave work, and I really can't afford to pay overtime. I don't know what the next part of the exploration will be like..."

Qin Chuan waved his hand and said, "Exploring the immortal's inheritance is your personal decision, unrelated to your work, and will not be counted within your working hours."

Jiang Xunyi thought to himself, "You beast, you've finally acted like a human for once."

"Thanks, Minister."

Having said that, Jiang Xunyi took a step forward, already entering the experimental area with streaks of divine light from his primordial spirit.

Looking at the divine light emanating from Jiang Xunyi in the darkness, Qin Chuan shook his head. Just as he was sighing, he suddenly frowned: "Jiang Xunyi is here, Ying Aikun is there... Where is Senior Zhang?"

“Senior Zhang Yu was piloting the Immortal Shuttle. I think he was ahead of us before, so he should have arrived long ago.”

"Why can't we see his divine light?"

……

Just as cultivators were striving forward to compete for the inheritance of immortals.

On the other side, after entering the experimental area, Zhang Yu felt a flash of light and found himself in an unfamiliar space.

When he looked ahead, he saw a corpse hundreds of meters tall sitting cross-legged in a bloody light, less than a hundred meters in front of him, emanating waves of soaring hatred.

Seeing this scene, Zhan Xian sighed, "Is this the corpse of a former sect leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

"Our grandmaster created this labyrinth, transforming so many berserk corpses into celestial beasts. Perhaps he collaborated with a cultivator skilled in corpse manipulation. Could this former sect leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect be that collaborator?"

"Is our grandmaster... cooperating with the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

On the other side, Fu Ji exclaimed with delight, "We've already reached the finish line? It's not easy, Zhang Yu. We've finally got a day like this. We've been pre-selected before the exam... With this kind of treatment, we've made a name for ourselves in Kunxu."

In Fuki's view, relying on one's own abilities and talents to pass exams and compete for rankings is the lowest form of tactic.

Being able to buy answers, bribe opponents, and secure rankings with money... these represent a further step, indicating that one has established a foundation.

But only those who can be pre-selected and reach the finish line are truly capable of making a name for themselves in Kunxu.

Zhang Yu nodded slightly upon hearing this, but the next moment he frowned sharply.

The moment Zhang Yu saw the corpse before him, a strong feeling welled up in his heart, or rather, a strong desire surged from the power of the [Descendant of Immortals], urging him to release the ancestor's corpse and absorb the power of the cave within.

but……

"Something's not right..." Zhang Yu carefully sensed his own feelings, and he discovered that the power of the grotto-heaven that the [Descendant of the Immortal] craved seemed to be...

"It doesn't originate from this enormous corpse, but from... something within this corpse."

"But it doesn't matter, just take them all."

Zhang Yu clasped his hands together, already activating the power of "Kunlun in the Palm," intending to move the giant corpse and everything inside it into his Immortal Cave in one go.

But Zhang Yu suddenly realized that even with all his strength, he couldn't distort the spatial structure where the giant corpse was located.

He was like a child trying to pull up a tree. No matter how hard he tried, how much he roared, or how tense his whole body was and how red his face was, he couldn't pull the tree out even an inch.

Zhang Yu's gaze sharpened, and he thought to himself, "Is this a restriction deliberately left by Ying Xintian? To prevent someone from taking this corpse away directly?"

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yu transformed into a whirlwind and plunged directly into the giant corpse in front of him.

Since he couldn't bring the whole thing into the Immortal's Grotto, he decided to go in directly to search for what he sensed the [Descendant of the Immortals] desperately desired.

Following his own senses and the desire of the [Descendant of Immortals], Zhang Yu finally found what he was looking for in the chest cavity of the giant corpse, at the location of its heart.

It was yet another corpse.

Zhang Yu could sense the surging power of the cave within, waiting for him to collect it.

He thought to himself, "It's a corpse hidden inside another corpse..."

"Therefore, the body of the ancestor that I finally liberated was not the body of a former sect leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, but someone else entirely."

"So... the corpse of the Demon Sect Master was just used as a cover? Why would they do that?"

Looking at the corpse of the unknown person before him, Zhang Yu could only think of one answer: "This means that this person's identity is extraordinary, which is why they needed to hide."

The thought process in his mind was only a fleeting moment. At the same time... Zhang Yu tried to take the corpse of his ancestor into the Immortal Cave Heaven, but found that he had failed again.

The power of the cave within the body of this ancestor was too immense... For Zhang Yu, trying to take the entire object into the immortal cave was like a tiny dung beetle trying to move an entire toilet in one go—it was simply impossible.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu reached out and placed his hand on the back of the ancestor's corpse, trying to collect the power of the cave within.

Upon this attempt, Zhang Yu felt a surge of powerful energy from the cavern gushing forth, which he continuously drew upon.

Meanwhile, his own immortal grotto-heaven expanded wildly, gradually increasing in length, width, and height from 1000 meters to 1005 meters... 1012 meters... 1033 meters...

It was during this extraction process that Zhang Yu felt a sense of familiarity: "This process is just like... the process of extracting the power of the cave from the corpse and subduing the berserk corpse?"

"This ancestor's body... could it have been made into body parts?"

"Was the last ancestral corpse left by Ying Xintian in this labyrinth intended for his descendants to be a divine beast of the celestial realm?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu couldn't help but feel a jolt: "If this ancestor's corpse were to become my celestial beast, I wonder what kind of abilities it would possess?"

Just as Zhang Yu was frantically drawing upon the power of the cave, he sensed that someone else had arrived in front of the giant corpse.

……

After rushing and speeding along, Ying Aikun finally arrived in front of the enormous corpse. Looking at the massive body before him, Ying Aikun felt waves of intense hatred emanating from within it.

But thinking of the immortals' inheritance, Ying Aikun still walked up with a little excitement.

At the same time, he sensed his surroundings and immediately felt that the huge corpse in front of him was shrouded by a mysterious power, and he could not see what was inside it.

Ying Aikun didn't care about this, since the giant corpse was left behind by Ying Xintian, and it was normal that he couldn't observe it.

His main purpose was to sense the surroundings and check if anyone else was present.

"So... I was the first one to arrive?"

"Hahaha, it's destiny! It seems this immortal inheritance truly belongs to me!"

But when Ying Aikun walked up to the giant corpse, nothing unusual happened.

The body remained motionless, just as a corpse should be.

There were no words appearing around, nor any signs of spiritual energy surging forth.

Ying Aikun gradually became puzzled, thinking to herself, "How do I accept this immortal's inheritance?"

Just as Ying Aikun was pondering this, a voice suddenly came from the mouth of the giant corpse: "You are a descendant of Ying Xintian, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Aikun immediately became excited: "I...I am!"

Inside the enormous corpse, Zhang Yu split into multiple clones, which transformed into waves of energy that vibrated the corpse's internal organs, causing it to release rolling sonic waves.

Giant Corpse: "Hmm...not bad."

Ying Aikun looked at the giant corpse with some excitement, waiting for it to speak next, but found that the giant corpse had fallen silent.

Meanwhile, inside the giant corpse, Zhang Yu, who was drawing upon the power of the cave, thought to himself, "This is troublesome. I need to find a way to buy some time."

Just as the giant corpse fell silent, Ying Aikun couldn't help but ask, "Senior...? How should I accept this immortal's inheritance?"

The giant corpse hummed in response, saying, "As a descendant of Ying Xintian, you don't even know how to collect your family's inheritance?"

Ying Aikun said somewhat awkwardly, "Perhaps...perhaps the Ancestor was in such a hurry that he forgot to leave a message for me."

The giant corpse said, "Very well, do you have anything valuable on you?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Aikun reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly becoming alert.

Ying Aikun: "Senior, what do you mean?"

The giant corpse said, "I'm a dead man, why would I lie to you?"

"Moreover, I am the sect leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and you are a member of the Heavenly Demon Sect and a descendant of Ying Xintian."

"You are the successor chosen by both of us."

Upon hearing these words, Ying Aikun felt his magical power flow faster. He asked, "Senior, please tell me what you want me to do."

The giant corpse spoke, saying, "The inheritance of immortals is a rare treasure, unparalleled in the world. Although you have a dual identity and are the successor appointed by me and Ying Xintian, you must still demonstrate sufficient talent and potential before you can accept the inheritance."

Ying Aikun nodded slightly and said confidently, "Senior, what exactly constitutes talent and potential?"

The giant corpse continued, "The path to immortality is boundless, and wealth is the boat. To become our successor, the first requirement is naturally to be rich."

"Take out your most valuable possessions and let me see your current worth. Is it enough to be a successor of an immortal?"

Ying Aikun was startled upon hearing this, realizing something was wrong.

"After I was demoted from the Wanfa Sect, my value plummeted and I am not as good as before. With my current financial resources... can I get through this?"

Despite her inner worries, Ying Aikun remained outwardly calm and said with an air of confidence, "That's easy."

He reached out and patted his Qiankun Pot, and beams of multicolored light shot out from it, revealing the various scenes of the inner cave.

Ying Aikun proudly declared, “My Qiankun Pot is an independent space specially approved by the authorities. Not only are all the licenses and certificates complete, but it can also be used for commercial, residential, combat, and transportation purposes. It is also connected to spiritual energy, the spiritual realm, and immortal energy. Although it has changed hands several times and is now only 5000 acres in size, it is definitely worth selling for several hundred million immortal coins.”

In the past, Ying Aikun would have had plenty of evidence to prove his potential in the path of immortality.

But now, the most valuable thing he owns is this Qiankun Pot. After introducing it, he inevitably lacked confidence and looked at the giant corpse with a little trepidation.

Listening to Ying Aikun's introduction, Zhang Yu was secretly shocked: "This guy is no longer a member of the Immortal Clan, right? How can he still have so many assets? How rich must he have been before?"

Just then, Ying Aikun's gaze sharpened; he sensed that more cultivators were about to arrive.

Ying Aikun hurriedly urged, "Senior? How did it go? Have I passed the test?"

Seeing that the giant corpse remained silent, Ying Aikun grew anxious: "Senior!"

Zhang Yu, disguised as a giant corpse, said, "Please be patient. Let's wait for the other talented individuals to arrive so I can see if they are also qualified to inherit the immortal's legacy."

In the blink of an eye, two more cultivators arrived, one from the Netherworld Palace and the other from the White Bone Sect, both Nascent Soul cultivators.

The two cultivators had just arrived when they looked at Ying Aikun with wary expressions. Ying Aikun was the most famous person in the entire experimental area and was considered the most likely to obtain the immortal's inheritance, so they couldn't help but be cautious.

But looking at the giant corpse and Ying Aikun's condition, both of them realized that Ying Aikun did not seem to have obtained the immortal's inheritance. They couldn't help but feel secretly excited, and their eyes looked at the giant corpse with a bit more greed.

Just then, the giant corpse said, "On the path to immortality, the strong are respected. Only one person can obtain this immortal inheritance in the end. It depends on which one of you it is."

In an instant, the two cultivators from the Netherworld Palace and the White Bone Sect tensed up, because they both knew that Ying Aikun possessed a high-level murder warrant. Normally, he wouldn't have to bear any responsibility for killing them, and with the Spirit Realm cut off, he would have even less of a burden.

Ying Aikun also knew that... the spirit world in the experimental area was now cut off, and without the supervision of the righteous gods, it was as if all laws did not exist. Would the two cultivators in front of him strike first?
In the blink of an eye, the fragile peace between the three was completely shattered, and the atmosphere became tense and dangerous.

It was impossible to tell who had made the first move. As the divine light shone, the powers of the three Nascent Soul cultivators collided violently.

Before either side could determine a winner, another divine light quickly joined the battle.

"Let's deal with Ying Aikun first, then we'll see who can seize the immortal's inheritance."

As divine lights joined the battlefield one after another, the number of Nascent Soul cultivators besieging Ying Aikun quickly rose to eight.

Surrounded by layers of divine light, the eight Nascent Soul cultivators each unleashed their magical treasures and Daoist techniques, attacking Ying Aikun.

Perhaps due to the special environment of the old graveyard, none of them carried physical bodies; instead, they used their primordial spirits to envelop their souls, moving with the speed of thunder and lightning, making them difficult to capture.

Upon seeing this, Ying Aikun snorted coldly, made a hand seal, and gently patted his own Qiankun Pot. All the attacks were absorbed into his independent space, and they could not harm him in the slightest.

A Nascent Soul cultivator shouted, "Use your spatial magic treasures together to disrupt his spatial entrance!"

Eight Nascent Soul cultivators simultaneously activated their spatial magic treasures, attempting to seal Ying Aikun's Qiankun Pot.

But the next moment, as the Qiankun Pot soared into the sky, the spatial magic treasures of the eight Nascent Soul cultivators shattered simultaneously. The spatial structure within them had been smashed to pieces by the independent space of the Qiankun Pot, leaving the Nascent Soul cultivators heartbroken.

Ying Aikun said calmly, "What level of spatial magic treasures do you have? You dare to clash with my Qiankun Pot?"

Then, he flashed and instantly crossed space, appearing in front of the primordial spirit of a Netherworld Palace cultivator. With a finger carrying streaks of lightning and fire, he slammed it hard into the other's primordial spirit.

Originally, Nascent Soul cultivators act with their primordial spirit, which not only makes their spellcasting faster but also makes their movements as swift as lightning, making them extremely difficult to predict and catch.

But at this moment, Ying Aikun traversed space time and time again, as if he had foreseen the future, and repeatedly bumped into the path of the primordial spirit's advance, and then repeatedly shook the primordial spirits of several people with his heavy force. He actually defeated eight Nascent Soul cultivators one after another with his own strength.

At this moment, he was fighting eight opponents simultaneously, and with his repeated instantaneous movements, his offensive was even more swift and unstoppable than the opponent's eight primordial spirits.

"Hmph, you think you can fight me?"

"If having more people is useful, why would I need to make so much money?"

“Even if I am not a member of the Immortal Clan, my assets alone are more than all eight of yours combined.”

"Get out of here!"

With a loud shout, Ying Aikun traversed space eight times in an instant, almost simultaneously severely injuring the primordial spirits of eight Nascent Soul cultivators, causing their primordial spirits to fly backward.

At the same time, Ling Chiye, who was at the entrance of the laboratory, looked into the darkness ahead and saw the divine light represented by Ying Aikun rising into the sky like a great sun, illuminating all directions.

The eight divine lights that were originally close to Ying Aikun dimmed after the collision, like stars shrouded by the sun, their brilliance no longer visible.

Ling Chiye thought to himself, "Senior Ying is, after all, someone who has retired from the higher ranks. How could an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator possibly be his match?"

On the other side, Qin Chuan, watching from the entrance, sighed inwardly: "It's pre-arranged! It really is pre-arranged."

Jiang Xunyi, who had originally wanted to join the battle, silently retreated, his heart filled with chills: "The gap is too big! I'm afraid even if I and the other Nascent Soul cultivators join forces, we still can't defeat him."

Just as Ying Aikun was single-handedly repelling numerous Nascent Soul cultivators, Zhang Yu, inside the enormous corpse, was frantically drawing upon it until he finally completely absorbed the power of the cave within the body of the ancestor before him.

"finally……"

The next moment, with a thought, he took the corpse of his ancestor into the Immortal Cave Heaven.

As if with a deafening roar, the entire Immortal Cave Heaven trembled violently and began to expand rapidly.

At the same time, Ying Aikun, who had just swept away all the heroes, turned around and saw that the huge corpse that had been sitting still had stood up.

Seeing this, Ying Aikun was excited: "After defeating all the opponents, are you finally going to pass on the immortal's legacy to me?"

Many Nascent Soul cultivators who had retreated far away also watched this scene, and all kinds of jealous, envious, and resentful gazes were focused on Ying Aikun.

"It's a complete mystery! The sky over Kunxu is just too dark!"

"He's considered a Nascent Soul cultivator? He's clearly a high-level cultivator who stepped down to steal our opportunities!"

"Damn it... with a spatial magic treasure worth hundreds of millions, how could we possibly defeat him?"

Just as Ying Aikun was looking at the giant corpse with anticipation, the giant corpse turned around and faced away from him, speaking towards the spot where it had just been sitting.

"Congratulations, young friend, on receiving the inheritance of an immortal and becoming the successor of Senior Ying."

The voice was incredibly old, completely different from the voice Zhang Yu had just simulated; it seemed to be the true voice of this enormous corpse.

Ying Aikun was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and then saw a figure slowly emerge from the previously empty space; it was Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu's eyes were closed, and the power of his inner cave was surging within him, with layers of cave scenes appearing behind him.

"That's..." Ying Aikun said in disbelief, "An independent space? A hidden world left behind by the old man?"

"Why give it to Zhang Yu?!"

He roared, "How could it have been given to Zhang Yu!"

(End of this chapter)