You dare to cultivate without money?!-Chapter 3 - 1 Interview_

One day, Zhang Yu suddenly asked her for tutoring fees, saying that the tutoring class had invited a senior who got into a top university to give them lectures, and this was the money for the senior.

Then there was the recommendation fee for the high school admission teacher.

The fee for the Spirit Root test at the hospital.

And also to buy a civilian-grade children's Flying Sword with classmates from the tutoring class.

From two to three thousand to seven to eight thousand... The last time, he directly asked her to transfer twenty thousand yuan, saying it was the fee for renting a Heavenly Spirit Root.

But good news finally came, Zhang Yu successfully got into Songyang High School.

His mother felt extremely delighted, proud of her son's efforts and talents, and she readily agreed to the tuition, miscellaneous fees, potion fees, etc., that Zhang Yu had mentioned next.

But after the school started, the amount Zhang Yu asked for increased more and more, and the family gradually couldn't make ends meet.

Finally, one afternoon, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, his mother's heart trembled.

"Hello? Is this Zhang Yu's mother?"

"Do you know your son's loan has been overdue for 30 days..."

That night, Zhang Yu confessed everything to his mother.

In the past, all the expenses incurred during the study process were not as he claimed, free, appreciative, and gifted... All the money came from loans from various platforms.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

"But I really want to cultivate."

"Even if I owe debts I can never repay in my lifetime, I also want to cultivate..."

After hearing all this, his mother silently sold all the valuable things at home, then borrowed some more money to pay off Zhang Yu's debts.

Thinking that her son could finally cultivate in peace after this.

But she soon discovered her son's new overdue loans.

Repay... Borrow... Repay... Borrow...

The mother finally couldn't help but persuade Zhang Yu to spend less money.

"Mom, I can't stop this medicine. If I stop, my Dao Heart will regress, and my previous efforts will be in vain..."

"I have to rent the Heavenly Spirit Root, without it, I can't keep up my Mana..."

"This VIP card for the tutoring class needs topping up, otherwise I won't understand the Cultivation Technique taught by the school teachers..."

The advanced Immortal Technique allows mortals without Spirit Roots to step onto the Immortal Road, but the cost is regularly undergoing the most expensive study and maintenance to keep going.

In the blink of an eye, three months of school passed, looking at the increasing debts, and now unable to even afford the family's rent, water, and electricity... All of this seemed like an endless nightmare, and the mother finally couldn't bear it any longer.

So when Zhang Yu came home again that day, he no longer saw his mother's presence.

After reading his mother's farewell message, he sat dazedly for a long time, and finally silently picked up his phone and walked out.

...

On the rooftop of the rented apartment.

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A burst of sharp pain came from the man's mind, gradually awakening his muddled consciousness from the darkness.

He opened his eyes and looked forward, seeing a crowded, sewage-filled street not far in the distance.

Neon-lit advertising signs of various colors flashing on both sides of the street, looking further up, there were rows of black buildings crowded together, seemingly wanting to cover the entire sky.

And beneath his feet was a dilapidated apartment, on its mottled red brick wall, a video of a financial advertisement was still being projected, in the ad, several Immortals were jointly recommending a 30-day interest-free cultivation loan to new users.

"Wasn't I playing Heima Lou?"

"Where is this?"

While considering what was going on, he turned his head and discovered that the rooftop was filled with candles.

Rows of candles flickering with scarlet flames surrounded him and an old doll.

It was a doll with yellowed and faded fabric, crooked and twisted stitches, as if it would tear apart at any moment.

The bizarre scene seemed to stimulate his brain, causing broken memories to constantly tumble and jump in his mind.

"I'm not in China anymore... Did I get sent to another world?"

He had some difficulty accepting the fact of transmigration.

But those real memories about Immortal Technique in his mind constantly impacted his consciousness, reminding him that he was now in another world while gradually merging with his original self.

This was Kunxu, a superstructure similar to a pyramid standing on the ground, with thirty-six floors above ground and eighteen beneath.

From the largest area, like a continent, the first floor began, each floor was a new world.

As for what the world outside Kunxu looked like, Zhang Yu had no answer in his head.

He only knew that within Kunxu, it was a world dominated by various Immortal sects.

The great sects stood high above, almost monopolizing all industries such as food, energy, transportation, education, scientific research, medical care, finance, the internet, etc., while the government army looked more like doormen compared to the sects' law enforcement teams.

However, ordinary people had no fortune to enjoy most of the benefits brought by Immortal Technique; instead, they were busy with daily livelihood.

And he lived on the first floor of Kunxu, a high school student named Zhang Yu who got admitted to Songyang High School, recently obsessed with some strange Ritual...

"The current me has become the Zhang Yu of another world."

Just then, a sharp pain came from the palm, awakening Zhang Yu immersed in the impact of memories.

He looked down and saw a transparent symbol appear in his palm, gradually turning black at a very slow pace.

"What is this thing?"

As the night wind passed by, the scarlet candle lights around wavered.

And the old doll on the ground, with hollow eyes made of black buttons, was staring straight at him.

He wanted to recall what was going on, but the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt and felt dizzy.