Chapter 334: Toying with Zhang Yu

Seeing the message from Tian Yang, Wang Yin's gaze turned cold. He replied, "Are you threatening me?"

Tian Yang didn't answer but sent a screenshot.

It was the class ranking of Zhang Yu's class, along with the head teacher Jiao Lei's praise of Zhang Yu in the group.

Seeing Zhang Yu's second-place rank, Wang Yin's eyes narrowed slightly, a wave of displeasure rising in his heart, and strands of anger brewing in his mind.

Even the Emperor's Heart technique running in his mind throbbed and stuttered like a lagging network, filled with a sense of stagnation and blockage.

Wang Yin now felt that if he saw Zhang Yu earn 1 spirit coin, it would hurt him more than losing 10 spirit coins himself.

Meanwhile, Tian Yang replied, "I'm not threatening you. I'm just stating a fact."

Tian Yang: "Without any surprises, Zhang Yu will inevitably work overtime every day, earn money every day, and become stronger and stronger."

Tian Yang: "And I have a way to make him skip medicine every day, not work overtime, and sleep a full eight hours, gradually turning him into a useless person."

Wang Yin's first reaction was that it was impossible.

Wang Yin: "Who would willingly sink so low?"

Tian Yang: "I'm going to feed him three meals a day, get him addicted to eating, and make him pass out from food for over eight hours every day."

Wang Yin was slightly stunned and thought to himself: "Given Zhang Yu's strength, eating too much could indeed make him pass out."

"And the more he eats, the more his stomach stretches, stimulating his digestive ability, making his appetite bigger and bigger. Missing even one meal will make him ravenous, and his food addiction will grow heavier."

"If he doesn't have strong digestive strength to support it, a heavy food addiction will make him even more prone to fainting from food."

Imagining Zhang Yu truly becoming addicted to gluttony every day, he felt his own mental technique running a bit more smoothly.

But he still had a doubt.

Wang Yin: "Where does he get the money to eat every day?"

Tian Yang: "That's where your sponsorship comes in."

Wang Yin: "I want to see a livestream. I want to see him eating and sleeping."

After ending the call with Wang Yin, Tian Yang looked at Zhang Yu beside him and smiled: "That screenshot of the head teacher's praise was good. It probably triggered a flaw in his heart."

Zhang Yu wasn't surprised by this. In a university that valued rankings and grades so much, rankings could be used to intimidate classmates as well as to provoke opponents.

Zhang Yu asked, "So what do we do tomorrow?"

Tian Yang looked at him and asked, "You have a good appetite, right?"

The next day.

Wang Yin saw in the livestream Zhang Yu being pulled by Tian Yang to eat a full meal.

Tempted by the fragrance of Heavenly Essence Rice, Wang Yin could even see Zhang Yu's Adam's apple move as he swallowed saliva.

Wang Yin sneered and thought, "Hmph, this poor guy must have been starving in the university town."

The next moment, in the livestream, Zhang Yu downed three big bowls of Heavenly Essence Rice in a row and then collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

Watching this, Wang Yin couldn't help but laugh heartily.

In the following days, Wang Yin watched Zhang Yu being force-fed by Tian Yang every day.

He watched as Zhang Yu repeatedly failed to resist his intense appetite, fainted from food, and slept on, feeling an indescribable pleasure in his heart. The Emperor's Heart technique in his mind ran more and more smoothly.

Especially when Wang Yin was cultivating daily, as long as he saw Zhang Yu still sleeping, he felt a sense of comfort and peace.

The longer Zhang Yu slept, the more delighted he was, and the smoother his cultivation became.

"With such weak strength, he still eats three bowls of rice per meal? He's also picked up a food addiction. I bet he can't even go one meal without feeling restless."

"This person is already half-useless."

Thinking this, Wang Yin felt the effect of his mental technique increase further, his Dao heart becoming more and more perfect.

He could feel that his Dao heart's recovery in rank would go even more smoothly.

Under the camera.

Zhang Yu swallowed the Heavenly Essence Rice in the bowl one by one, and also swallowed the medicine hidden in the rice into his stomach.

Feeling the fierce medicinal power surging inside his body, Zhang Yu quickly began to circulate his breathing technique, absorbing spiritual energy, and refining his mana.

Outwardly, Zhang Yu lay motionless on the ground, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhang Yu thought secretly: "How malicious of Wang Yin, to wish for me to sleep over eight hours every day? Right now, while he's watching my livestream, he must be cultivating fiercely himself."

"I can't relax either!"

With the potent potential of fierce medicines like Calamity Blood Powder and Spiritual Root Stimulant, and with Heavenly Essence Rice simultaneously strengthening the foundation and replenishing deficits, plus the high-concentration spiritual energy environment of the graveyard...

All of this caused Zhang Yu's breathing efficiency to skyrocket! Surge! Far surpassing any of his previous breathing sessions.

Feeling his mana surging like a giant dragon, roaring like a river, Zhang Yu had to intensify his body activation to repair the constantly damaged meridians.

Wang Yin: He sleeps too little now, still able to work and study over 16 hours a day—make him sleep longer.

Tian Yang: Sleeping too long can easily arouse suspicion, but I have other methods.

Tian Yang: I'll praise his talent every day, build up his confidence, constantly flatter him, lead him astray, so even when he works, he rarely improves, developing a "good enough" habit.

Wang Yin was full of doubt about this: Zhang Yu is not someone who can be fooled by words alone.

But soon after, in the footage, Wang Yin saw Tian Yang pointing at each piece of work Zhang Yu had done, while praising and saying: "Short by 10 centimeters? Pass."

"This one passes too."

"All pass."

"Don't be so tense, it's not like building an immortal artifact. For a freshman to reach this level is already rare."

Watching Zhang Yu's shoddy work results being passed one by one, Wang Yin couldn't help but feel delighted, as if he could already see the other party's future: muddling along, slacking off at work, and struggling to get promoted for years.

But it's not enough...

Wang Yin: I want him to suffer even more!

Tian Yang: Then I still have a method, but it won't come cheap.

Wang Yin: First tell me your method.

Tian Yang: I want to surround him with beauties who like him, pamper him every day, take care of him, provide him with massive emotional value, make him indulge in sensual pleasures and emotions, distracted by other things, unable to focus on work and study anymore.

Wang Yin: As far as I know, Zhang Yu has cultivated to this level without being sterilized; I'm afraid he's not someone easily addicted to women.

Tian Yang: A civil engineer wears down his body every day at the construction site—how could he not love a massage?

Off-camera, Zhang Yu was reworking his own work results.

Hearing Tian Yang say he would take him to a massage parlor, he couldn't help but hesitate: "Isn't this too great a sacrifice?"

Tian Yang: "Don't you want to make money?"

Zhang Yu: "Let's go."

Inside the massage parlor.

Yu Xinghan said impatiently: "Why hasn't the masseuse arrived yet?"

He looked at Li Xiao beside him and said: "Go see what's going on? We've been waiting almost half an hour."

Moments later, Li Xiao sent a message: All the masseuses are booked, right now they're serving Zhang Yu alone.

Yu Xinghan's gaze sharpened. Hearing this, he immediately stood up—he wanted to see for himself.

Moments later, Yu Xinghan saw one masseuse after another surrounding Zhang Yu.

Each of these masseuses had astonishing physiques, each was full of patience, each embodied the beauty of strength and speed, and moreover possessed charms varying in stoutness, thinness, height, and shortness, along with massage skills accumulated over years of work.

And now, surrounded by them, every inch of Zhang Yu's skin seemed to be cared for, the blood and qi of his entire body constantly stirred under these pairs of hands.

Seeing this scene, Yu Xinghan's heart startled, and then he saw Tian Yang standing nearby.

Last time Zhang Yu and Tian Yang discussed a deal, Yu Xinghan was called to keep watch and provide support, but he vaguely learned that there was some transaction involving Boss Wang between the two sides.

Watching this scene unfold, a thoughtful gleam flashed in Yu Xinghan’s eyes. For a moment, he felt both envious and horrified: "What a ruthless Boss Wang! Sending so many masseuses at once—is he trying to erode Zhang Yu’s will and soften his resolve?"

"Based on my observations of Zhang Yu, I’m not sure he can actually withstand this."

"No. I have to find a way to shield my good brother."

Li Xiao, who was also called to assist by Zhang Yu last time, had been farther away and didn’t know what happened. Now he just stared in astonishment at the scene, silently taking note of it.

"Could this be the secret to Zhang Yu’s rapid improvement?"

At the same time, Wang Yin was watching Zhang Yu surrounded by numerous masseuses through the camera feed provided by Tian Yang.

"Massage is beneficial for the physical body," Wang Yin thought. "If I can’t make Zhang Yu addicted to it, there’s no need to keep arranging them…"

The next moment, Wang Yin watched as masseuses gradually climbed all over Zhang Yu, observing the changes in his body. His eyes lit up slightly: "He’s reacting!"

"That kid Zhang Yu is reacting!"

"Haha, looks like this tactic works."

Through the camera, Zhang Yu sighed inwardly to Fu Ji: "Alas, to fool Wang Yin, I had to circulate my magical power, boost my blood and Qi, and pretend to be seduced. The sacrifice is far too great."

Fu Ji asked curiously, "Zhang Yu, right now only I can hear you. Be honest: are you faking it, or…"

Zhang Yu thought angrily, "You’ve been with me this long and still don’t know me? Could I really be tempted by a few masseuses like this?"

In the following days, Wang Yin watched every day as Zhang Yu gorged himself on meals, slept heavily, enjoyed massages, and coasted through work. Wang Yin felt that his money was well spent.

By throwing around a bit of his astonishing wealth, he could drag a poor genius like Zhang Yu into the mud—this was in line with his will and suited his mental cultivation method.

"This is just the beginning. When I eventually cut off the spirit coins, what will happen to Zhang Yu, who’s already gotten used to all this?"

Every time he thought of this, Wang Yin’s heart was filled with anticipation.

Although at this very moment, the operation of the Emperor’s Heart Cultivation was already extremely smooth, Wang Yin could sense that if he went a step further, his control over this technique and his grasp of his own thoughts would deepen.

"When that time comes, the speed at which I restore my Dao Heart level will also increase again."

So Wang Yin made another request to Tian Yang.

He wanted to enjoy, from a first-person perspective, seeing Zhang Yu grovel before him, begging profusely, cowering and fawning.

A few days later, through Tian Yang’s eye-golem, Wang Yin saw Zhang Yu standing before him, pleading: "What about my overtime request…?"

As Wang Yin’s voice transmitted through the spirit realm network into Tian Yang’s ear, Tian Yang repeated: "Denied."

Zhang Yu: "But…"

"But what but?" Wang Yin barked. "I’m telling you, from today onward, not only must you leave on time every day, I’m even making you leave ten minutes early."

"Without my permission, you can’t stay on the work site one second longer!"

Watching Zhang Yu slink away dejectedly, Wang Yin felt a surge of exhilaration, as if his mental demon had been dispelled.

Tian Yang smiled slightly. "So, Boss Wang? Can we complete the deal we agreed on?"

"No problem," Wang Yin said. "But from now on, you need to keep Zhang Yu eating three meals a day, sleeping at least eight hours, leaving work early—no overtime even for a second—and arranging several masseuses for him every day."

"I’ll cover all the costs. I want him completely ruined, his chances of rising on the path of immortality utterly severed."

At that moment, Wang Yin was confident that before long, he could restore his Dao Heart level to twenty.

He silently marveled that his money was well spent—punishing Zhang Yu while accelerating the recovery of his own Dao Heart.

Listening to Wang Yin’s demands, Tian Yang thought to himself: "It probably won’t be long before my friend makes his next move, right?"