Henry Clark was so moved he wanted to cry—sure enough, the class monitor really was a champion of justice.

That’s right, this group was created by the class monitor, and only as the group owner could he wield the earth-shattering, heaven-moving supreme power—the Great Mute Technique!

Soon after, the group owner spoke up.

“That’s enough, everyone. We’re all classmates—jokes have their limits. Don’t waste your days doing nothing. Study hard, so you can find a good job after graduation. The course schedule for this semester is out; you can download it from the group files. There’s a class tomorrow morning, so don’t be late.”

With that, the Great Mute Technique was lifted.

After this sudden change in tone, those who had been getting carried away just now no longer felt like chatting. The new semester was about to begin. People say college life is easy, but maybe that’s true for other majors. For Henry Clark and his classmates, who were pure science and engineering, there were dozens of basic courses alone.

Advanced mathematics, mechanical drawing, electrical circuits, materials science—even if it wasn’t as grueling as senior year of high school, passing all the courses was definitely not something you could do by just coasting along.

You reap what you sow. If you want to get something out of college, you still have to study hard.

Henry Clark wasn’t worried about the upcoming classes. What concerned him was that, at this rate, his living expenses wouldn’t last more than a few days.

Eating while cultivating immortality—if he wasn’t careful in public, he’d slip into a trance-like state. That was a hidden risk, too.

So… should he go out and rent a place?

That wasn’t unusual for college students; many upperclassmen did it. But for Henry Clark… he was strapped for cash.

There’s a saying: “A penny can stump a hero.”

He didn’t know if he was a hero, but as a cultivator, it was rare to be so troubled by mundane money matters.

Henry Clark was exasperated. In novels and on TV, other cultivators roamed freely, and even when they fought, it was over spirit stones, materials, or all sorts of rare and precious treasures.

But look at him—worrying about living expenses every day, unable to afford even a tiny rented room. Other cultivators sought out cave dwellings in blessed lands, while he just wanted a place to stay. It made him want to cry.

To have his cultivation journey end up like this, Henry Clark felt so low.

But he had no choice.

Either give up, or keep going down this path of eating and cultivating.

Henry Clark didn’t hesitate. He firmly chose the latter. After all, compared to the grand adventure of cultivation, this little difficulty was nothing.

Wealth, companions, methods, and land—he believed he’d find a solution.

If it came to it, he could always do manual labor. With his body strengthened by cultivation, he was incredibly strong—he could do the work of ten men.

Manual labor paid well these days. It wouldn’t make him rich, but it should solve his immediate problems.

And then Henry Clark wanted to cry again… As a cultivator, ending up doing manual labor was truly unprecedented.

He shook his head. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn’t need to go that far. He was sure he could think of another way.

But if it were that easy, no one would worry about money.

“Beep beep.”

The chat app notification sounded in his ear. Henry Clark frowned. At this point, was someone still bored enough to tease him?

He was a little annoyed, but still unlocked his phone. A message popped up.

Henry Clark glanced at it, and his expression softened. It wasn’t someone in the group being reckless—it was a reply from his roommate.

Tom Harris: “Ah Hao, it’s urgent—come with me to deliver a sweater.”

Henry Clark was baffled. The message made no sense, so he replied, “???”

The other side replied instantly: “I just got a big order. The customer bought a sweater, but wants me to deliver it in person.”

Why was that? Henry Clark felt even more puzzled.

Tom Harris weighed over 280 pounds, but he was a deft-handed chubby guy, a master at knitting sweaters. His skills were legendary. He ran a small online shop selling his hand-knitted sweaters, which were said to be in short supply—he was practically an internet celebrity. In short, he never had to ask his family for living expenses.

But with online shopping these days, you place an order, the seller ships it, and the courier delivers it. Why did someone want it delivered in person? What was this about?

Chapter 14: Great Skill, Great Courage

“Such an unreasonable request—can’t you just refuse?” Henry Clark asked, confused.

“The problem is, the price they offered is so high I can’t refuse.” The chubby guy gave a wry smile. He also thought it was strange, but the offer was too tempting to turn down.

“Oh?” Henry Clark was intrigued. How much could a sweater sell for to make Tom Harris, who was always well-off, so conflicted?

“Fifty thousand!”

“How much?”

On the other end of the line, Henry Clark almost dropped his phone.

In recent years, handmade goods had become very popular, with all sorts of fancy labels, but for a single sweater… that price? Even luxury brands didn’t go that high. Was the buyer out of their mind?

“Are they messing with you?”

Henry Clark was skeptical. No matter how rich someone was, who would spend fifty thousand on a sweater online?

“No, they’ve already paid—through a third-party payment app, of course.”

Even in Tom Harris’s reply, you could sense his deep resentment.