Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Is one million a lot?

a lot of.

For an orphan who has to carefully budget even for food made with synthetic starch, this is a huge sum of money that could knock someone out.

But Su Yu steadily pulled his hand back from mid-air at that moment.

He lowered his head, his eyes deep, and the abacus in his mind was spinning at a frantic pace.

One yuan for a year of cultivation.

His current WeChat balance plus the coins in his pocket totals 328.5 yuan.

That translates to 328 years of cultivation!

His talent was indeed so bad that even after a year of hard training, he could only increase his health by 0.1.

But what if it's three hundred years?

Three hundred multiplied by 0.1 equals a full 30 points of health and mana!

The Wuhan University entrance exam has a maximum score of only 10 points!

The little pocket money he had that couldn't even buy a decent meal was now enough for him to rub the faces of all the martial arts geniuses in Jiangcheng into the ground!

If you can pass the exam, why sell it?

Which is more valuable, a million dollars or a spot at a top martial arts university?

Hesitating for even a second is disrespectful to this world of high martial arts!

In this world overrun by behemoths, true core resources are absolutely monopolized.

The government, the military, and top families have a tight grip on the channels for advancement.

What's at Martial Arts University?

There are gravity chambers open to the public free of charge! There are spiritual energy chambers that are completely invisible to the outside world! There are advanced cultivation techniques improved by masters throughout the ages! There is one-on-one guidance from renowned teachers!

If any one of these items were to appear on the black market, let alone be worth a million, countless people would fight tooth and nail for ten million!

Why would the Zhao family be willing to pay one million for this spot?

Because they know better than anyone else that the actual value of this spot is far more than ten or a hundred times that of one million!

Moreover, martial artists are a privileged class.

Those who get into the top-tier Wuhan University will be directly awarded military rank upon graduation, or enter high-level positions.

Enjoy tax-free privileges!

Possessing a legitimate license to slay behemoths!

In this perilous era, this is a get-out-of-jail-free card that money absolutely cannot buy!

Take a thousand steps back.

Even if he doesn't covet these privileges, Wuhan University is still the protective umbrella he urgently needs right now.

If he takes this million today, gives up the college entrance exam, and suddenly displays god-like strength on the street tomorrow...

That's not what genius is.

That's heresy!

He could be arrested by the authorities at any moment and taken to a secret laboratory to dissect and study his secrets.

But if he passes the college entrance examination and enters the martial arts university with dignity, he can make a name for himself on the university's fighting stage.

Everyone could only gasp in surprise.

Look, this is a late-blooming genius!

The government will protect him, the military will court him, and powerful families will invest in him.

Before the system was in place, he could only watch helplessly as the spots slipped away.

Now we have a system.

He's qualified to sit at the table and eat!

"Su Yu?"

Li Jianguo frowned even more as he watched Su Yu withdraw his hand. "Why won't you sign?"

Zhao Ze, who was sitting on the sofa, also put down his phone.

A barely perceptible shadow crossed his normally gentle and composed face.

"Not enough?"

Zhao Ze's voice remained calm, but it carried an air of superiority and oppression. "Add two hundred thousand."

One million two hundred thousand.

This is a sum of cash that many ordinary families would never see in their entire lives.

Su Yu raised his head, met Zhao Ze's condescending gaze, and calmly shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, Zhao."

"But I won't sign this."

The teaching and research office fell silent instantly.

The roar of the old air conditioner was particularly jarring.

Li Jianguo's eyes widened, as if he had heard an unbelievable joke: "Su Yu! Are you crazy? One million two hundred thousand! Do you know what you're talking about?!"

"I know."

Su Yu's tone was completely calm, and his deep eyes revealed a sense of vicissitude and composure beyond his years.

"I want to try it myself."

"Even if I can only get into a third-tier martial arts university in the end, I want to use my grades to get in."

He didn't make any boastful claims.

He cannot reveal the existence of the system.

A useless person with 0.8 health points suddenly becoming arrogant will only bring unnecessary trouble.

What he needs to do now is go home immediately!

Go verify the system's effectiveness! Go and turn that three hundred-plus yuan into real cultivation points!

Zhao Ze's expression finally changed.

The facade of politeness was torn away, revealing the cold and ruthless nature beneath.

"One million five hundred thousand."

Zhao Ze stared intently at Su Yu, as if he were looking at an unappreciated commodity. "Su Yu, you should know your place. Don't think you can sell yourself just because you have good grades in humanities subjects."

"This isn't about money."

Su Yu bowed slightly, politely but distantly, "Teacher Li, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to study now."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Without any hesitation or delay.

"stop."

Behind him came Zhao Ze's icy voice.

No more concealment, no more gentleness.

All that remains is a naked threat.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences?"

Su Yu paused for a moment in front of the door.

He didn't turn around.

He simply reached out and grasped the cold doorknob, gave it a gentle twist, and pushed the door open.

boom.

The door to the teaching and research office was closed, shutting out the oppressive atmosphere inside.

Inside the teaching and research room.

A deathly silence.

"Click—"

A crisp sound.

The black pen in Zhao Ze's hand was crushed to pieces by him!

Sharp shards of plastic pierced his skin, and black ink mixed with blood dripped from between his fingers onto the expensive leather sofa.

"Young Master Zhao!" Li Jianguo was startled and quickly grabbed a tissue.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Ze shoved Li Jianguo away, his chest heaving violently.

I'm so angry.

In his eighteen years of life, Zhao Ze had always been the one giving to others. When did it become the turn of such lowly trash to refuse him?!

For him, spending 1.5 million to buy a worthless spot was essentially a charity!

Not only were they ungrateful, but they even dared to walk away in a huff?

Want to try it yourself?

Even a third-tier university?

"Good...very good!"

Zhao Ze gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with resentment.

If it weren't for the strict laws of the Great Xia Dynasty, where killing civilians without cause is a capital offense for martial artists, Su Yu would already be a corpse!

The law cannot kill.

But there are many things that the law can't cover!

Do you really think your humanities grades are that important? Do you really think that by rejecting the Zhao family, you can take the college entrance exam without any problems?

Innocent!

Zhao Ze pulled out a tissue and slowly wiped the ink and blood off his hands.

Since you refuse the toast offered.

Then you can forget about getting a single penny.

He took out his phone, skillfully found an unnumbered number, and dialed it.

The call was answered quickly.

"Old Mo."

Zhao Ze's voice regained its condescending coldness, "Help me deal with a student. He's a senior at Jiangcheng No. 3 High School, his name is Su Yu."

"Yes, there's no need to kill them."

"Find a few clean-cut guys, put him in a sack and knock him out."

Zhao Ze looked out the window, his gaze fixed on the figure walking briskly out of the tree-lined path on campus, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Break both his legs and make him stay in the hospital for half a month."

"I don't want to see him in the exam hall before the college entrance exam is over."

"Money? Two hundred thousand."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Ze casually threw the blood-stained tissue into the trash can.

The dignity of ordinary people at the bottom of society?

In the face of absolute resources and money, it's nothing at all.