I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 15 How dare you make money off other people?
Hurriedly bypassing the night market, Chen Yu didn't give Teacher Zhao a chance to return the money and continued rushing forward.

I never intended to get the money back after I spent it!
I don't want any pure magic tainted by positive emotions!
After taking stock of his assets, Chen Yu realized that he had a long way to go in terms of spending money.

The 14,000 mana from before has been processed and is now lying in my phone's storage pool.

They have no emotional bias, can be used freely, and are their core base.

In addition, there was another 8,000 units of positive mana stored to one side, which was a headache to look at.

"This is the first time in my life I've known that magic has both positive and negative attributes, although there's no difference in how it's used. But how do you spend this magic?"

I used to feel like I was living a very poor life, having to scrimp and save to make even 500 yuan a month.

Now, I suddenly received the equivalent of 80,000 yuan, and I don't know what to do with it.

Outrageous!

Having no other choice, Chen Yu simply activated the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound, allowing the thunder sound to continuously vibrate within his body, refining his physical form and enhancing his strength.

The level seven Thunder Sound began to operate with ten points of magic power per hour, as if someone had turned on a massager on his body, stimulating every muscle and slightly improving his physical condition every second.

If magic power is not burned, the effect will be only one-tenth of what it is now, or even less.

Letting out a long breath, Chen Yu felt the satisfaction of spending money.

Spiritual practice really does cost money.

But not enough!

He took out his phone and started searching for Tianyuan's training courses, intending to buy all the extracurricular tutoring he had wanted to attend but couldn't afford before.

Looking around, he noticed that, perhaps due to his broadened horizons, the level of Tianyuan Physical Education Tutoring Class seemed rather low. The courses related to morality, academics, art, and labor were not as good as those in the corresponding high schools.

Money can be spent, but it's not good to spend it recklessly.

After looking around, he could only put these tutoring classes off until last.

Just as he was about to go back to look for an opportunity, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance and couldn't help but look up.

The night market at the sports high school is quite famous in the area. After all, sports students need to focus and cultivate their physical strength, which requires them to eat a lot, resulting in a wide variety of food at the night market.

However, most of these are techniques and ruthless methods, with small workshops using particularly heavy ingredients. Half a pound of spices can make it impossible for anyone to taste lymph node meat, zombie meat, alien meat, or Predator meat.

But they are cheap.

For thirty yuan, you can eat your fill standing up; for forty yuan, you can get meat that's safe and sound; for fifty yuan, the owner can tell you which meats are of good quality; for sixty yuan, the owner will flatter you while you eat; and for seventy yuan, you can touch the owner while you eat, without having to follow any rules.

This is the principle behind "At thirty, one stands firm; at forty, one is free from doubt; at fifty, one knows the mandate of Heaven; at sixty, one's ear is attuned to the truth; at seventy, one can follow one's heart's desire without transgressing the rules."

Body cultivators are all gluttons. Even a cultivator like Chen Yu, who is at the first level of Qi Refining, can easily eat ten pounds of meat in one meal.

So this price is very reasonable.

However, among all these restaurants specializing in spicy food, there is one that stands out from the crowd, completely out of place with its surroundings.

That's the little restaurant in front of us.

The owner and chef of the small restaurant is from out of town. He usually hides in the back kitchen and no one has ever seen him.

The waiter in the shop was a slightly worn iron golem that stood guard at the door when there was nothing to do, and would say to everyone in its distinctive electronic voice in a stiff tone: "Welcome, how many people would you like to eat... eat... eat... eat for?"

Although the voice system had problems, the owner didn't replace it and continued to let it work in the store, serving him tea and meals.

Because the owner insists on not using special meats and strives to make the best of everything in the restaurant, the prices at Xiaochuguan are five times higher than elsewhere.

Moreover, there's no self-service or menu here; the owner does whatever he buys, which is incredibly capricious.

But the food here is really delicious.

Every dish is meticulously prepared, from ingredient selection to sauce reduction, every step showcases the chef's dedication. The spices used are especially exceptional, their aroma wafting for miles, even in the spice-filled night market.

Chen Yu glanced at the dim white lanterns at the entrance of the small restaurant, sighed, and prepared to leave with his head down.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, looked at the huge iron golem at the door, clapped his hands and said, "That's right, I can eat here! Wait, one person can't eat much, I can invite others to eat!" With that thought, he quickly rushed back to his dormitory.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his good friend Ma Daqiang grinning foolishly.

Hearing the door open, he immediately turned his head, put the door aside, and smiled so wide that his back teeth were showing when he saw it was Chen Yu.

"Brother Chen, you're here just in time! The blood bank raised its prices unexpectedly today, so I sold blood an extra time. Come on, I'll treat you to a buffet at the night market."

Upon hearing that Ma Daqiang had actually sold his blood, Chen Yu was shocked and exclaimed, "How could you make money off others behind my back!"

"What?"

"Besides, we're brothers, how could you invite me to dinner!"

"Wait a minute, you always make me copy your homework, what's wrong with me treating you to a meal?"

"I'm letting you copy my homework because I want to! Don't try to morally blackmail me! Let me tell you, my morals are ridiculously low!"

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

"Don't ask so many questions, come with me, we're going to a small restaurant! I'll treat you to a meal, you have to make sure you get your blood back!"

Just as Chen Yu was about to leave, Ma Daqiang pulled him back.

The other person asked seriously, "Brother Chen, don't do anything rash. Isn't it good to be alive?"

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

"My cousin's cousin's dog's wife's neighbor is also a cultivator. He didn't do well on the college entrance exam and then had mental problems. A year later, he sold his property, treated everyone to a good meal, and then disappeared. I heard he went to become a ghost cultivator. Brother Chen, you wouldn't be thinking of doing that too, would you?"

"How can it be!"

"Then where did you get the money? You can't accept a meal without doing something right."

"That's Lu! And even brothers aren't allowed?"

"Brother, you're even worse! Your cultivation level is low, you're smart but you don't understand the cultivation world. What if you get scammed? I'll have to take responsibility for you!"

Looking at Ma Daqiang, who had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and an upright demeanor, Chen Yu couldn't help but exclaim, "How come your moral standards are so high?"

"Absolutely! My morality score is 97! That's my highest score!"

"Then why don't you go to a moral high school?!"

"No money!"

"No wonder."

Ma Daqiang's refusal made a good point, but Chen Yu was not one to give up easily.

Especially when it involves the possibility of getting yourself into trouble, then you need to be even more persistent.

After much thought, he decided to make use of the Tianyuan Cultivator Committee.

He coughed lightly and said to Ma Daqiang, "You know about the smear letter I received before."

"I have heard of Lu."

"That's a brief overview. And you brought it here yourself. Anyway, don't ask for details. The committee has a secret mission for me, and for this mission, you must listen to me."

Upon hearing about the secret mission, Ma Daqiang's inner child was stirred up and burned fiercely.

Straightening his chest, he asked excitedly, "Really! What do I need to do?"

"Listen to me, go eat. And it's not just you who has to eat, everyone has to eat! Understand?"

"it is good!"

　Let's adjust the update time. From now on, it will be fixed at 8:00 AM and 6:00 PM.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)