No Money to Cultivate Immortality? - Chapter 797 (Patreon)

Chapter 797: The Fusion Technique

After extracting all the Immortal Dao technologies from Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization, Bu Yingshu already had a rough plan for how to reproduce the techniques and how to verify this sect-suppressing–grade method.

The layers of veils that had once shrouded this manual had already been peeled away by her, one by one.

At this very moment, countless thoughts surged through Bu Yingshu’s mind. Countless new understandings of Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization rose and crystallized.

She slowly said, “The reason Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization has always been so hard to learn, so hard to simulate and push forward, is because what it leverages is the power of the cultivator’s Dao base within their body. You have to fully activate the physical expression factors within your bloodline to change the nature of your flesh—transforming endlessly. Only when you cultivate it to the highest complete level can it achieve an effect of undying and undestroyable.”

“So the more active a cultivator’s physical expression factors are, the easier it is to cultivate this method.”

“And if we convert the entry standard into Dao base terms…”

Bu Yingshu’s thoughts accelerated in a flash, and she arrived at an estimate instantly. “At minimum, eighteen layers of Dao base.”

“It’s far too hard for one person to complete eighteen layers of Dao base.”

She thought to herself, So if I want to verify this manual, I’ll need two people to fuse—gathering the Dao base power in both bodies to drive it…

Thinking that far, Bu Yingshu couldn’t help nodding to herself. She understood her initial idea had been correct: after splitting the manual apart, having two people cast it together was the most reasonable and most cost-effective approach.

“But if I weren’t so monstrously gifted—breaking through again and again—I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to fully comprehend the mysteries of Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization in such a short time, and complete the Immortal Dao technology split.”

At that, Bu Yingshu couldn’t help admiring her own extraordinary talent and brilliance.

“Dao Lord?”

The next moment, Zhang Yu’s voice broke Bu Yingshu out of her self-indulgence.

Turning to look at her obedient little pet, Bu Yingshu said coolly, “Little Yu, I’ve completely cracked the secrets of Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization.”

“Next, I’ll teach you the key points within it. You’ll simulate this Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization with me, to verify the method.”

And so, for the next stretch of time, Bu Yingshu began instructing Zhang Yu.

Listening to the content of her guidance, Zhang Yu understood that she truly did comprehend and grasp the various Immortal Dao technologies in Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization.

After all, Zhang Yu had already used the reward from the “Myriad Laws Immortal Clan”—“Choose a sect-suppressing–grade Immortal Sect manual: Entry”—to enter Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization, and had pushed it in one go all the way to level 40.

In the entire special task group, no one understood this sect-suppressing–grade manual better than Zhang Yu.

If Zhang Yu wanted to, he could already operate Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization at any time, transforming himself into four states—earth-and-stone, metal, flowing water, and raging wind—and by consuming mana, he could recombine his flesh at will for ultra-fast regeneration.

But faced with Bu Yingshu’s teaching, Zhang Yu naturally wouldn’t be stupid enough to expose it. He only pretended to know nothing, maintaining a pace that wasn’t too fast and wasn’t too slow, learning step by step under Bu Yingshu’s guidance.

And while teaching Zhang Yu, Bu Yingshu gradually ran into a choice.

She thought, To verify the entire manual and reproduce the final effect… how should we fuse?

Bu Yingshu knew that if they wanted to stimulate both Dao bases at once and jointly simulate the operation of Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization, they would need to establish a connection between the two of them.

Unlike earlier—when both sides released mana and martial qi into the air to collide—leveraging Dao base power together required a much tighter connection.

But as a peerless noble daughter of the Myriad Laws Immortal Clan, Bu Yingshu understood that anyone who made physical contact with her would be continuously fined. The more intimate the contact, the harsher the fine—and the more explosively it would surge.

In the end, it wouldn’t just be bankruptcy. There were even cases where someone couldn’t pay it off through nine lifetimes of reincarnation.

And after enjoying such an unusually carefree stretch of days, Bu Yingshu still wanted to continue improving her talent and achieve even further breakthroughs. Naturally, she couldn’t let Zhang Yu go bankrupt—much less let him reincarnate.

“This is my exclusive cultivation tool. How could I let it break so easily?”

So Bu Yingshu knew she would be the one paying the fines, just like how she had paid fines before to pat Zhang Yu’s head.

“I have to pick the most reasonable, most cost-effective method… so the fines don’t get too outrageous.”

In Bu Yingshu’s mind, countless martial design ideas and method pathways surged, as she deduced one connection method after another.

“Transmitting Dao base power through sweat or blood… absolutely not. Those are heavy-penalty zones.”

Bu Yingshu remembered how, back when she was young, a lowly beast had secretly taken her sweat from the ground—only to be fined until both body and soul were obliterated.

“Then should I just keep stepping on Little Yu?”

She shook her head again. “Using my feet to circulate a method isn’t very convenient.”

“Then sitting on him? Even less convenient.”

“In the end, hands are the most convenient.”

Bu Yingshu thought, If it’s hands, then where do I press them?

“I need a place that’s convenient for circulation, but also won’t be too expensive.”

In Zhang Yu’s eyes, Bu Yingshu extended one hand and began measuring him up and down.

As her palm drew nearer, Zhang Yu’s eyelids twitched. Rows and rows of fine warnings appeared before him.

At first, the warnings weren’t too many. But as Bu Yingshu’s palm slowly lowered, dense warnings erupted like madness—like glaring blood-red characters. Zhang Yu’s heart pounded. He felt like even a slight brush would bankrupt him, then saddle him with an even deeper mountain of debt.

Zhang Yu reflexively tried to retreat, but Bu Yingshu’s voice nailed him in place.

“Don’t move!”

“Relax, I’m not touching you.”

“I’m just looking up close. I won’t make contact—just testing which spot is best for circulating the method…”

After a round of probing, Bu Yingshu said to Zhang Yu, “Hold out your hand.”

Zhang Yu cautiously extended his hand. The next moment, a tender, smooth sensation came through—his hand had been seized firmly by Bu Yingshu’s small hand.

“Immediately cease physical contact with Grade-A Immortal Clan member Bu Yingshu!”

3,000 xian coins -

3,000 xian coins

“Immediately cease physical contact with Grade-A Immortal Clan member Bu Yingshu! The fine will double after 10 seconds!”

Seeing the fine notices appearing before him, Zhang Yu was so startled his scalp tightened. He thought, This is that expensive?! Touching my head was only 1,000, right? A handshake starts at triple?

Watching his account balance plummet, Zhang Yu instinctively struggled—but Bu Yingshu’s hand was like a mountain of five fingers, locking him down completely.

Zhang Yu said, “Dao Lord, didn’t you say you wouldn’t touch me?”

“Don’t worry.” Bu Yingshu looked utterly calm. “I’ll pay. Be good~~”

What could Zhang Yu say? He could only let her hold his hand, feeling like his entire fortune and life were being lightly gripped in her palm.

That helpless feeling made him steel his resolve. I have to keep climbing higher. I have to earn more money… Otherwise forget changing the world—Bu Yingshu could squeeze once and refine me into nothing.

On the other side, Bu Yingshu looked composed, but a strange feeling rose in her heart. So this is the hand of someone from the lower realm? I think this is the first time I’ve ever touched such a poor hand.

Then Bu Yingshu began circulating her mana, sending the mana within her body through her palm and into Zhang Yu.

Feeling that supremely refined, supremely pure mana strike in, Zhang Yu’s blood, muscles, and tendons all jolted as though drenched in sweet rain. He drank it in hungrily, absorbing this precious, lofty mana.

At the same time, Bu Yingshu said, “You try sending your mana to me too.”

Feeling the mana Zhang Yu sent over, Bu Yingshu frowned slightly. It felt like something dirty had entered her body.

She thought, So thin. Such low quality… is this what lower-realm mana is like?

Even though she felt a wave of disgust at Zhang Yu’s mana, after gritting her teeth, Bu Yingshu still chose to persist.

“I’ve cultivated bitterly for so many years, suffered so much, endured so many trials, and only then unlocked my talent and broke through… how could I fall here?”

“Even if it’s lower-realm mana… I’ll swallow it!”

The next moment, Bu Yingshu actively exerted force, driving Zhang Yu’s mana through her body, completing one full circulation.

After finishing that attempt, Bu Yingshu immediately withdrew her hand, and immediately circulated her method to expel all of Zhang Yu’s mana remaining inside her.

On the other side, Zhang Yu saw Bu Yingshu retreat. The palm that had bound his hand also loosened at once. Seeing the fines finally stop, he let out a breath of relief.

Next, Bu Yingshu flicked a fingertip, and a sum of xian coins transferred over, directly covering the fines Zhang Yu had just paid.

Zhang Yu exhaled lightly and said, “Thank you, Dao Lord.”

Bu Yingshu waved a hand and said casually, “As expected, using the hand as the interface—transmitting mana through the palm—is the method that balances convenience and cost-effectiveness.”

“From here on, when we push together, we’ll temporarily use this method.”

“Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization can convert mana into blood and qi. It can use mana to tug the power of the Dao base. Once I design it properly, I’ll teach you how to mobilize Dao base power. You’ll send it into my body and help me simulate the manual’s effects…”

After confirming the technical implementation, Bu Yingshu tossed Zhang Yu aside and buried herself again in the detailed experimental design.

And a short while later, one notification after another was sent to the entire special task group, demanding everyone submit recent documents, experimental data, work logs, and so on.

Zhang Yu thought, Is it because of the Great Sage’s Heir incident—another inspection is starting?

At this moment, Kunxu, Layer 11 was thrown into panic. Many important locations and key facilities entered lockdown.

Searches came one after another. It wasn’t just the special task group Zhang Yu belonged to—every suspicious place across Layer 11 was now under strict inspection by the Righteous Gods and the major sects.

Instead, because the special task group had already endured a sudden raid earlier, this time it wasn’t a key target. The inspection level was relatively low.

But Bu Yingshu understood: the timing between her extraction of the final Immortal Dao technology and the eruption of the Great Sage’s will was far too coincidental. If the Righteous Gods locked onto her, it would become a serious headache.

Fortunately, she had been on guard in advance. She had deliberately staggered the timing in various records to reduce the odds of suspicion falling on her.

And besides the inspection, just as Bu Yingshu had predicted, higher-dimensional forces began paying attention to Oxheart Sage, and paying attention to the review of Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization.

Many members of the special task group—especially several leaders—were contacted through dedicated channels by numerous people outside during this process.

But what Zhang Yu hadn’t expected was that Gu Qingya would contact him too.

This sect cultivator, also from the lower realm, had become a department head in the review division thanks to Zhang Yu’s earlier support, and had always offered Zhang Yu pointers.

Yet now, as Gu Qingya looked at Zhang Yu, a trace of helplessness appeared on his face. “How did you end up going to help Bu Yingshu, Dao Lord Bu?”

Zhang Yu said, “Lu Hengzhang assigned me.”

Gu Qingya sighed. “He’s deliberately pushing you into a fire pit.”

Seeing Zhang Yu’s calm expression, Gu Qingya warned, “Do you understand the situation right now? You’re already hanging by a thread.”

“Originally, over at the Imperial Law Pavilion, they only wanted to reject Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization. But now someone above has taken an interest in the Immortal Dao technologies inside it—and they don’t intend to spread it…”

Zhang Yu knew that what Gu Qingya was saying represented the will of the Law-Adjudication Dao Tradition behind him, as well as the mainstream opinion inside the Imperial Law Pavilion.

Listening to what Gu Qingya said next, Zhanxian summarized, “The Law-Adjudication Dao Tradition has always emphasized absolute control over manuals—arbitrary sealing and lockdown.”

“Even now that Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization has drawn attention, they don’t want this manual to be disseminated. They want it placed under long-term review and, without any copyright, controlled within a small scope for research.”

“In other words… they want to keep Blood-Tide Essence Saint Visualization in the hands of only a small portion of the Law-Adjudication Dao Tradition.”

Gu Qingya continued, “So do you understand? Your situation is very dangerous. If you keep following Bu Yingshu, you’ll be making an enemy of the entire Imperial Law Pavilion.”

“Even if Bu Yingshu can protect you for a while, what happens after she leaves?”

“These Immortal Clans never treat us like people. Using us up and tossing us away like trash is their normal way of doing things.”

Gu Qingya cautioned, “Right now you should seize the time and draw a clear line from Bu Yingshu immediately. This is the Imperial Law Pavilion—at most she can torment you a bit. With the Pavilion Master and Deputy Pavilion Masters here, she can’t take your life.”

“But if you keep following her, once she leaves, you’ll be tormented for the rest of your life.”

Hearing Gu Qingya’s warning, a helpless smile flashed across Zhang Yu’s face, but he didn’t answer.

Seeing Zhang Yu like this, Gu Qingya couldn’t help saying, “Did she promise you something? Say she’d take you with her? Or transfer you to her side? Whatever she says, you just believe it?”

“I’m telling you, you can’t trust what Immortal Clans say. So many people want to cling to an Immortal Clan’s leg—how many actually manage to hold on?”

Zhang Yu said, “Department Head, thank you for the warning. But I don’t have a way back anymore.”

After all his persuading, Zhang Yu still looked determined. Gu Qingya shook his head. “Sigh. Then take care of yourself.”

The next moment, Gu Qingya’s law-realm projection vanished without a trace.

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