Chapter 27: The Fat Man with the Foul Mouth

Nanhua Immortal Academy, one of the four most famous cultivation academies in the Nanyue Kingdom.

This academy is famous for teaching without discrimination and for its expensive tuition.

Nanhua Immortal Academy occupies more than half of Nanhua Cheng, and there are over ten thousand classrooms and dormitories inside.

Regardless of your background, regardless of your status, as long as you possess a spiritual root and enough gold coins, you can sign up to practice at Nanhua Immortal Academy.

Entering Nanhua Immortal Academy to practice is Hu Siping's dream, and even more so, Zhang Xingyu's dream.

Although Nanhua Immortal Academy only teaches basic cultivation knowledge and the cultivation methods provided are the most popular "common goods" on the Xuantiandalu, most people remain at the Qi Refining stage after four years of study, and can only be considered the lowest-level figures in the Cultivation Realm. However, being able to be admitted to Nanhua Immortal Academy to practice means initially shedding the status of a mortal and embarking on the path of longevity from then on.

Of course, the students recruited by the Immortal Academy are basically teenagers with mediocre aptitude and inferior spiritual roots; those young boys and girls with unique bones and outstanding aptitude have long been collected by cultivation sects as "immortal seedlings."

The two left Qifeng Shan, traveled without stopping, and headed straight for Nanhua Cheng.

More than ten days later, the sun was setting. A towering and majestic large city appeared in their field of vision from afar.

Nanhua Cheng had arrived.

Nanhua Cheng is the second-largest city in the Nanyue Kingdom and also one of the wealthiest cities in the Nanyue Kingdom. The area of this city is over a thousand square kilometers, and the population living in the city exceeds five million.

"Nanhua Immortal Academy, we are coming."

Zhang Xingyu, riding on horseback, waved his hands and shouted loudly toward Nanhua Cheng.

The passing pedestrians turned a blind eye.

Every year at this time, many students come from all directions to apply for Nanhua Immortal Academy.

Students like Zhang Xingyu who shout and scream like lunatics are as common as carp crossing the river.

With the afterglow of the sunset, the two rode their horses at a gallop and reached the foot of Nanhua Cheng in just half a quarter of an hour.

A few soldiers stood symbolically at the city gate. After all, Nanhua Cheng is a city of cultivation, and very few people dare to run wild in the city.

In Nanhua Cheng, there are no fewer than ten thousand students living and studying. Although most of them are rookies at the Qi Refining stage, cultivators are cultivators; no matter how trashy their cultivation is, their combat power is not comparable to that of top-tier mortal martial artists. What's more, there are academy instructors and other high-level cultivators hidden in the city, whose cultivation is definitely not lower than the Foundation Establishment stage.

The city entry fee is not too expensive. Zhang Xingyu threw twenty copper coins into the basket in front of the gatekeeper soldier, and then he and Hu Siping led their horses into Nanhua Cheng.

Riding horses is prohibited in Nanhua Cheng. Of course, this rule only applies to ordinary people; it is completely ineffective for the privileged class.

Just as the two entered the city gate, the sound of horse hooves came suddenly from behind. At the same time, the gatekeeper soldiers waved the knives and spears in their hands to drive away the pedestrians at the city gate: "Avoid, avoid! Hurry up and avoid!"

Just as everyone had moved to the sides, they saw a group of teenagers in bright clothes and on fierce horses galloping from outside the city, knocking over countless stalls and pedestrians along the way.

Damn it, no matter where it is on the Xuantiandalu, the rules are only set for ordinary people.

Just as Zhang Xingyu was about to curse in a low voice, he suddenly heard a woman crying heart-rendingly: "Child, my child."

He followed the sound and looked.

He saw a girl of about four or five years old squatting in the middle of the street. The girl was holding two cloth dolls in her hands, playing a game of house happily by herself. She was completely unaware of the impending danger.

Perhaps hearing her mother's crying, the little girl raised her head and looked at her mother behind the stall, her pair of clear, big eyes full of confusion.

She didn't understand why her mother was crying, so she also burst into tears.

Just then, the horse team had already rushed to the front.

The time was too tight, the distance was too far, and Zhang Xingyu simply had no time to rescue her.

Seeing that the horse hooves were about to step on the little girl, his heart contracted into a ball.

"Ah!"

The girl's mother collapsed behind the stall.

No sooner said than done, a purple sword light flashed, and the galloping horse stopped abruptly.

Could it be that these unscrupulous rich kids suddenly found their conscience?

Just as everyone was puzzled, they saw the four hooves of the horse suddenly fall off, and it flipped over onto the ground with a 'boom'.

At the same time, a purple silk ribbon flew from mid-air, wrapped around the ignorant little girl, and floated to the side of the road.

It's a cultivator. It must be a cultivator who saved the little girl. Unexpectedly, there are kind-hearted people among the cultivators.

Following that purple silk ribbon, Zhang Xingyu's gaze finally landed on the window on the second floor of a restaurant ahead.

Through the half-covered gauze window, he could vaguely see a graceful purple figure, but it was too far away to see her face clearly.

Because a public security incident had occurred, the patrolling officers in the distance immediately rushed over with knives, and the street once again staged a scene of chaos.

After a long time, the street returned to its original state, and the two continued to walk forward with the bustling crowd.

This Nanhua Cheng is a prosperous large city, with wide streets, lined with shops, and a weaving flow of people.

Night fell, and the lights were lit.

The two followed behind the crowd and walked slowly, carefully observing this strange city while looking for a place to stay.

After walking all the way and asking all the way, the two roughly figured it out.

In this Nanhua Cheng, hotels are divided into five star levels according to their luxury. The most luxurious are five-star hotels, with gorgeous decorations and thoughtful service, and even the service staff are all handsome men and beautiful women chosen from a hundred. Staying in a five-star hotel for one night costs at least 888 gold coins.

At the beginning, the two didn't understand, and having just made a fortune, they chose the most luxurious five-star hotel. As a result, before they even reached the door, they were stopped outside by the doorman standing at the entrance. The doorman politely reminded: "The two of you, this shop implements a membership system; we do not receive non-members."

The next level down are four-star hotels, with a nightly fee ranging from 500 to 800 gold coins. And so on, down to the worst one-star hotel, the fee is about 100 gold coins. Of course, for ordinary people, 100 gold coins is also a significant amount, enough for a family of three to live on for a year.

As two poor guys who had just come out of a mountain village, Zhang Xingyu and Hu Siping couldn't bear to spend money to stay in a hotel. They chose an ordinary inn with a shop in front and a courtyard in the back, and the two were considered temporarily settled.

The next morning, the two slept until they woke up naturally, finally shedding the fatigue of the journey. After discussing, they decided to find a restaurant nearby to find food, firstly to fill their stomachs, and secondly to inquire about news.

At Yingkeju, a group of diners were talking about this and that.

Diner A: "Have you heard? In another month, Nanhua Immortal Academy will be recruiting students."

Diner B: "Everyone knows this, why are you still bringing it up?"

Diner A: "Don't panic, I haven't finished yet. This year, the tuition for Nanhua Immortal Academy has risen, and one person has to pay 150,000 gold coins at once."

Diner B: "So expensive, are they not letting people study? My family finally scraped together 100,000 gold coins for me; with this price hike, how can I still go to school?"

Diner C: "Who says it isn't? We rushed to Nanhua Cheng with high hopes, but didn't expect the academy's tuition to rise so much; are they not letting people study?"

Nearby by the window, in the best position of the restaurant, sat a super fat little fatty alone.

This little fatty, fourteen or fifteen years old, round face, bucket waist, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with two servants standing behind him.

"Hehe, a bunch of poor ghosts, no money, and you dare to come to the Immortal Academy to practice!" The little fatty laughed.

When speaking, his eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth were lifted, and his eyes were full of sarcasm, a look that was asking for a beating.

This little fatty is really asking for a beating!

The diners turned their heads one after another and glared at him. Among these diners, most were students who had come from all over the Nanyue Kingdom to apply for the Immortal Academy. They carried the heavy trust of their families or even their clans to come and study, never expecting that the academy's tuition might rise sharply, and those students whose tuition was not enough might have their cultivation dreams shattered right there.

The little fatty glanced at these diners and casually picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth.

Seeing him like this, the diners sighed and complained again.

Diner B: "What should I do? I only brought 100,000 gold coins. If the tuition really rises sharply, I can only go back home. If I go back like this, how can I face the elders and fellow villagers in the clan?"

Diner C: "Isn't that so? I didn't bring many gold coins either. If it really rises to 150,000, I can only choose to give up. Sigh..."

The little fatty ate a few peanuts, raised his hand and finished a few cups of fine wine, then suddenly spoke again: "The four elements of cultivation: wealth, companion, method, and land. Money comes first. Without money, don't even think about cultivation. Poor ghosts practicing cultivation, that's a dream!"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Everyone understands this truth. But when it really falls on themselves, everyone finds it hard to accept.

Without money, you can't practice cultivation. Without money, you don't have the opportunity to embark on the path of longevity.

Money, money, money, life is connected. How miserable is the fate of those without money. How unfair is God to all living beings.

Zhang Xingyu and his companion felt the same way. However, although the world is difficult, money still needs to be earned, and cultivation still needs to be practiced.

The dishes were finished, the wine was drunk, and each of them finished a large bowl of noodles. The two ate and drank their fill, settled the bill, went out, and strode toward the West Market.

The West Market is a place for trading goods, and the money for their cultivation would be settled there. ===== CHAPTER 28 =====