No Money To Cultivate Immortality? Chapter 100: Yu, I've decided I'm not renting a place anymore! - Novel Cool

Chapter 100: Yu, I've decided I'm not renting a place anymore!

In the school’s small grove, right after Zhang Yu activated his Chisui Hunyuanqi, waves of Spiritual Energy surged violently toward every inch of his flesh and blood. Especially after the technique began refining each muscle, organ, and bone in his body, Zhen Linggen seemed to be adapting, continuously channeling Spiritual Energy into the areas Zhang Yu was cultivating—working in perfect harmony with the Chisui Hunyuanqi, accelerating the rapid growth of his physical form.

In ancient times, cultivation had always been reserved for those born with a Spiritual Root. Now, truly using a Spiritual Root to train, Zhang Yu finally grasped the staggering difference between the two. He felt the overwhelming influx of Spiritual Energy, synergizing with his physical refinement, delivering an extra boost to his body’s development—something no ordinary training method could replicate.

And then…

"Hmm?" Zhang Yu sensed delicate threads of Spiritual Energy flowing toward his spine and the surrounding tissues, like countless tiny hands gently stimulating and nourishing something deep within.

"Could this be… nerves? Is the Spiritual Energy actually stimulating and nurturing my nervous system?"

"But Chisui Hunyuanqi shouldn’t have this effect… right?"

"Is this a side effect from Zhen Linggen itself?"

The fact that Zhen Linggen was providing additional physical refinement beyond the Chisui Hunyuanqi’s core function filled Zhang Yu with quiet joy. Even when he wasn’t actively training, the Spiritual Root continued to flood his body with energy—like a constant, low-level boost.

And because he’d used it for so long this time, by the end of the day, when Zhang Yu returned Zhen Linggen to Bai Zhenzhen, he could still feel the lingering effects—his body still undergoing accelerated growth, just like when he’d first used the Muscle Growth Spirit Root.

…

Back with Bai Zhenzhen, the moment she reclaimed Zhen Linggen, she immediately felt a strange discomfort—like something awkwardly shaped had been stuffed into her stomach.

At the same time, she felt her muscles, organs, and bones being flooded with Spiritual Energy, pulsing in a unique rhythm that nourished and strengthened them.

"Spiritual Energy’s being poured into areas I never even train…?"

"This isn’t my usual cultivation path at all. It’s more like Zhang Yu’s Chisui Hunyuanqi effect."

"Clearly, Zhen Linggen has adapted to Zhang Yu’s body… and now it’s adapting to mine too."

Bai Zhenzhen tried activating her own Body-Refining Technique—Leiji Zhen Ti.

For the sake of her Daoist path, she’d poured nearly all her savings into cultivation techniques, after covering loans, medicine, and food. This Leiji Zhen Ti had cost her a full 120,000—worth every penny. It allowed her to condense Martial Energy into lightning, refining her body with electric shock. It wasn’t just about strength—it enhanced nerve response, movement speed, and explosive power.

But now, as she activated it again, she felt Zhen Linggen instinctively channeling Spiritual Energy to assist, amplifying her cultivation.

"Could it really be…?" A spark of delight flashed in her eyes. "Zhen Linggen has adapted to Zhang Yu’s body, and now it’s adapting to mine too. So it’s like… the Spiritual Energy infusion effect from Zhang Yu’s Chisui Hunyuanqi… is being overlaid onto me?"

In that instant, she felt a double-layered enhancement—her body not only responding to Leiji Zhen Ti, but also receiving that extra, mysterious nourishment from Zhen Linggen.

"So if I lend the Spirit Root back to Yu… he could gain a portion of my cultivation effect too?"

"If we keep swapping it every day… could the cumulative effect keep growing, stronger and stronger?"

"Then one person would be training like two?"

"With that kind of boost… my scores and competition rankings would skyrocket!"

"I’ll punch Song Hailong, kick Le Mulan, and rule Songyang alongside Yu!"

The thought sent a surge of excitement through her.

"But to make this work smoothly… we’d need to live together. Share a place, go to school and work together every day—so we can swap the Spirit Root anytime."

With that, Bai Zhenzhen made up her mind.

"Alright. Tomorrow, I’m going house hunting!"

…

The next day, after school, Bai Zhenzhen dragged Zhang Yu into the hunt.

Starting from Songyang High School in the city center, they traveled in a straight line toward the Anxue Alliance Campus on the outskirts.

At the edge of the city, in a basement apartment, the real estate agent said:

"This basement is hot—electricity, internet, water. Just climb out the sewer and you’re at the subway. No sunlight interference—perfect for cultivation. But the rent’s steep—two million a month."

Heading further into the suburbs, they found a decent garage.

The landlord said:

"This is prime real estate. Normally 5,000 a month. But since you’re students, I’ll waive the rent if you pay a million as deposit."

"No cash? You can borrow. Or if you’re from Songyang High, I’ll take a limb as collateral—offer one arm each, and we’ll call it even."

They kept going, arriving at a run-down apartment.

The landlord, holding a bunch of keys, snapped:

"You’re not renting to live, are you? Just to store stuff. If you want to train, go to a gym or a practice hall. Rent’s not dropping. I’ve got a son at university—do you know how much that costs?"

Outside a construction site stacked with shipping containers, the ground was littered with cigarette butts and empty bottles.

Even before they got close, Zhang Yu caught a whiff of the thick, cloying scent of Daoxin Buffer.

Clearly, everyone here was heavily dependent on the substance.

Zhang Yu shook his head.

"No way. I quit Daoxin Buffer. If I lived here, I’d be back on it in no time."

They walked along the overpass.

Bai Zhenzhen suddenly said:

"Yu, poor people can’t afford to spend recklessly."

"But after years of being broke… I’ve learned one thing: the more you want a good place, the more you get ripped off. The only way to avoid being exploited? There’s only one solution…"

Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow. "What’s that?"

Bai Zhenzhen stared ahead, unwavering.

"Yu… I’ve decided—I’m not renting a place anymore!"

Zhang Yu blinked. "Then where will we live?"

She pointed to the small stream beneath the overpass.

"Can’t we just live under that bridge?"

Zhang Yu: "Huh?"

Bai Zhenzhen grinned. "Or pick any other spot you like. Doesn’t matter."

"I’ve thought it through: water? We can get it from school or carry it."

"Electricity? Both Anxue Alliance and school have charging points."

"Food? We’ll just buy synthetic meals from the cafeteria."

"Sleep? We don’t need it."

"Showering? The river right there works fine."

"Plus, all those big trucks rumbling past daily? Noise is constant—perfect. No one will complain about our cultivation practice."

"We’ll train and rest here, go to school in the morning, head to Anxue Alliance at night. What do you think?"

She grew more animated with every word.

"Rather than hand our money to landlords and agents, let’s spend it on food. Let’s keep our money in our hands—no more giving it to the rich!"

"We Daoists should live under the sky, sleep on the earth. Bridge arches, forest dens, abandoned buildings—those are our homes! I’ve wanted to do this for ages!"

Zhang Yu considered it. "But what about our things? Leave them lying around? They’ll get stolen."

Bai Zhenzhen waved it off.

"Important stuff? Keep it in your backpack. Unimportant things? Sell them, or stash them in a box in the classroom. The school has cameras—no one’s gonna steal from us."

To be honest, Zhang Yu had to admit—there was logic in it.

Both of them were high schoolers who no longer needed sleep. They owned nothing of value. They could train and rest wherever they stood.

So, a few days later, Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu both moved out of their rented apartments.

Each day, after school, they’d grab synthetic food, fill up water bottles, and find a quiet spot to train—until nightfall, when they’d head to Anxue Alliance to tutor students. Then back to school in the morning.

And so, day after day passed…

…

In the grove of Anxue Alliance Campus, Zhang Yu was once again refining his body with Chisui Hunyuanqi.

Rolling waves of Spiritual Energy surged in, each pulse reinforcing his muscles, organs, and bones—while gradually, painstakingly, nurturing his nervous system.

Meanwhile, the overwhelming potency of the Hunyuan Pill continued to flood his body, further smoothing his cultivation flow.

With Zhen Linggen and the Hunyuan Pill both amplifying his training, Zhang Yu could feel his Physical Strength Level rising at an astonishing pace.

Just then, his phone buzzed.

He muttered: "Time for class?"

To maximize Zhen Linggen’s utility, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had arranged their Anxue Alliance schedules so they could train while the other attended class. One trained, the other studied—perfect synergy.

In the classroom, Bai Zhenzhen dashed out the moment the bell rang.

Che Nu, the classroom assistant, spotted her in the hallway.

"Teacher Le, heading to find Ma again? You two are always together—why not just buy a car?"

Le Mulan—Bai Zhenzhen’s alias in the Dark Tutoring Realm—waved her hand.

"Buy a car? No way. Riding is faster, cheaper, and keeps me from being exploited by companies!"

She rushed to the grove, spotted Zhang Yu, and dashed toward him, heart pounding.

"My precious Spirit Root… I’m back!"

She pressed her back gently against his, and instantly, warmth flooded her abdomen—Zhen Linggen had transferred into her body.

A wave of bliss washed over her.

Zhang Yu rubbed his slightly hollow stomach, then waved at her.

"Alright, I’m off to class. You’ve got time—train hard!"

…

Under the bridge, Bai Zhenzhen jumped straight into the river to bathe.

Zhang Yu stripped off his clothes and folded them neatly—tomorrow’s package to Lian Tianji.

Though his tutoring income was solid, expenses were endless. He couldn’t afford to let the money from selling clothes to Lian Tianji slip away.

The next day.

Le Mulan opened her safe box, pulled out the clothes, and inhaled deeply—her nose wrinkled slightly.

"Since when… have these clothes carried another person’s scent?"

…

In the cafeteria, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen each carried a large bucket of synthetic gruel, devouring it with gusto.

With their Physical Strength Levels skyrocketing, their food budget had followed suit.

Zhao Tianxing watched them longingly from nearby.

"Zhang Yu and A Zhen are always together—going to school, training after class, swapping the Spirit Root. What a perfect friendship. If only I had a girlfriend like that…"

Even though he’d been sterilized, Zhao Tianxing still had a heart that admired beauty.

Qian Shen stared at them too.

"Jealous of Bai Zhenzhen. She’s training every day with Zhang Yu—the top martial artist, fourth in the Mana Competition. If only I had a partner like that…"

As for He Dayou, the new top student?

His body was a fortress of artificial muscle, bought with money. Qian Shen looked down on it.

But even so… he had to admit—He Dayou’s Physical Strength Level now surpassed every other first-year at Songyang High.

"Even Zhang Yu… might not catch up until second year."

…

Time flew by.

A month had passed since the Martial Arts Competition.

Today was the day—Songyang High’s team selection, the moment when He Dayou’s five-member squad would face off against Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.

After school, Wang Hai and several PE teachers, along with Lan Ling and other student council sports members, would gather at the stadium to witness the final showdown—the true measure of their gap.

(End of Chapter)

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