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Chapter 104: The Competition Arrives
Night.
By the riverside.
Zhang Yu’s muscles twitched uncontrollably as he continued refining his Chisui Hunyuanqi under Zhen Linggen’s assistance.
Since joining the Sports Competition Team and securing his spot in the Physical Fitness Competition, Zhang Yu had never once returned to the team’s gym. Instead, he persisted with his quiet, solitary cultivation—just as he had before.
After all, the 30,000-credit Hunyuan Pill had devoured nearly all of his savings. He couldn’t afford the Nine Dragons Needle Technique or its accompanying medicinal supplements, which the team offered.
But Bai Zhenzhen was different. She didn’t need to spend money on such expensive pills. So she’d taken up the Nine Dragons Needle Technique, purchased the required supplements from the competition team, and given it a try.
Her verdict? “After the needles, you’re hungry, can’t sleep, and can’t stop—your body cultivation skyrockets! Yu, taking medicine really works better than natural training. You should try it too.”
Zhang Yu knew A Zhen could endure such intense needle therapy not just because of her high pain tolerance, but because Zhen Linggen was assisting her. And lately, Zhen Linggen had even been amplifying the effects of Zhang Yu’s Chisui Hunyuanqi, further strengthening his internal organs.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen—Zhao Tianxing had sent a message.
“Huh?”
It was the same news spreading like wildfire across the Songyang High School group chats: the second-year students from Songyang High had been utterly crushed in the Sports Competition. Luzhou Group had shared fragments of Immortal Dao Techniques. The three top high schools had achieved a breakthrough in body cultivation. Students across all grades saw their Physical Strength Levels skyrocket.
Zhao Tianxing knew Zhang Yu was a man who spent every second pushing himself in cultivation, never checking group chats. Even after joining some Songyang High School student groups, he’d muted all notifications. That was why he’d reached out—to remind his close friend.
Zhang Yu read the message, stunned. “So Lan Ling’s group… really lost?”
“New techniques? I wonder how far Song Hailong and the others have come… Maybe I should ask my older sister.”
He knew Lan Ling was no pushover. If she hadn’t even made it into the top ten of the Physical Fitness Competition, then the breakthrough in cultivation techniques must have drastically improved everyone’s physical strength.
A sense of pressure crept over Zhang Yu. He forced himself to refocus, sinking back into the practice of Chisui Hunyuanqi.
Moments later, Bai Zhenzhen arrived—wearing a golden wig, fake tattoos, padding, and a mask.
She leapt lightly onto Zhang Yu’s back, then wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Time to go, Yu. Class is starting.”
At the same moment, Zhen Linggen flickered once and slipped back into Bai Zhenzhen’s stomach, leaving her with a wave of relief.
Over time, as Zhen Linggen had shuttled between their bodies, Bai Zhenzhen no longer felt the discomfort she once had. Whether it was her body adapting to Zhen Linggen’s expanded form inside Zhang Yu, or Zhen Linggen adjusting to their combined shapes, the transition had become seamless—just a thrilling rush of Spirit Energy flooding through her flesh.
Zhang Yu activated his Racing Leg and sprinted toward the campus, the speed of his body surging with each passing moment as his Physical Strength Level climbed.
Feeling Bai Zhenzhen’s head resting against his back, he said, “A Zhen, you’re not slow at all now. Why don’t you train your own Racing Leg? This technique is really effective.”
Bai Zhenzhen shook her head. “No.”
With her eyes closed, she settled into deep breathwork, seizing every second to refine her Martial Energy.
Zhang Yu, seeing she didn’t grasp his meaning, tried again, more pointedly: “I mean, running this far every day… my shoes are practically falling apart.”
But Bai Zhenzhen clung tighter, eyes shut, her breathing deep and rhythmic—completely ignoring him.
Inside her mind, she muttered: Yu’s testing me? He wants me to get off his back so he can train while I’m carrying him? Foolish kid. Once you’re on, you don’t get down.
Feeling her arms squeeze him even more tightly, Zhang Yu cursed inwardly.
This girl… I was counting on her getting stronger so she could carry me once in a while. A buddy ride, a little mutual support, and I’d have more time to train. But now she’s just my personal taxi, using my running time to refine herself.
He thought for a moment, then said, “Going alone every day feels… off. If two people ran together, it’d be like having dual engines. If one gets hurt or falls ill, the other can still keep going. Don’t you think?”
But Bai Zhenzhen remained silent, her legs clamping down harder around his, her breaths echoing like drumbeats in the stillness.
Zhang Yu sighed in his mind: Damn it… She’s pretending not to hear again?
Bai Zhenzhen thought, Good son, thinking I’ll get off? You have no idea how thick my skin is.
I’ll ride you for a whole year—no way I’m getting down.
As the date of the Sports Competition drew near, the two grew increasingly tense.
Fearful of underperforming, they seized every chance to grow stronger.
Time passed—day after day—spent in relentless cultivation.
…
That day, inside Ziyun High School’s training room.
Bai Zhenzhen stepped in, puzzled, watching Le Mulan’s breathing grow slightly rapid.
“Come to train with me?” she asked.
Le Mulan nodded. “I want to train close combat.”
“I’ll warn you now—no blood-spraying, no spitting, nothing like that.”
In truth, Le Mulan had originally wanted Zhang Yu as her training partner. But she worried that jumping from clothes to real flesh in one go was too much of a leap. If Zhang Yu ever climbed onto her again… she feared the psychological scars would run too deep.
“Bai Zhenzhen’s poor, always around Zhang Yu, and low on standards. She’ll do for a test run.”
After a few rounds, Le Mulan thought to herself: Confirmed. The scent on Zhang Yu’s clothes—this is definitely Bai Zhenzhen’s.
And Bai Zhenzhen carries Zhang Yu’s scent too.
They really are always training together—practicing hand-to-hand combat, leaving traces of each other’s essence.
So in a way… I’m fighting Zhang Yu indirectly.
The thought made her heartbeat quicken, her breath grow sharper, her nerves taut.
Yeah… I really do need to keep training.
An hour later, the session ended.
Bai Zhenzhen checked her account—5,000 credits had just arrived.
She stared at the number, a complex mix of emotions swirling in her chest. These three top schools… they really are flush with cash.
…
That day, inside the Anxue Alliance campus.
As Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen stepped into the underground classroom, they noticed something strange: security guards, teachers, salespeople—everyone seemed to be sporting bruises or cuts.
When they asked, they learned: yesterday, Anxue Alliance and Jinkē Alliance had clashed violently over student recruitment.
Zhang Yu frowned. “Where’s Cai Tou? I don’t see him.”
Che Nu sighed, a flicker of sorrow in his eyes. “Oh… Cai Tou left.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes widened. “Did he… get hurt in the fight?”
Che Nu chuckled. “No way. Cai Tou’s strong. A minor skirmish like that wouldn’t kill him. He was… fired.”
“Fired? But he’s strong—why get fired?”
Che Nu shook his head, weary. “What good is strength if you can’t block a flying sword? Better to teach more classes, earn more money.”
“Cai Tou’s old. He’s been taking Daoxin Buffer for years. His memory’s been failing lately. Enrollment in his classes dropped. Didn’t meet targets. So he had to go.”
He let out a bitter laugh. “At the end of the day, whether in a company or a gang—without a Foundation Establishment Certificate from a top university, everyone ends up like this. It’s just a matter of when.”
Watching Che Nu walk away, shoulders slumped, Bai Zhenzhen quietly stepped forward from behind Zhang Yu, pressing herself against him. She passed her Spirit Root into his hand.
Her voice was firm. “Yu, we have to get into the Top Ten. We have to complete the foundation establishment.”
Zhang Yu nodded, resolute. “Yeah. I’m going to train now. You focus on your class.”
…
Lunchtime in the cafeteria.
Zhao Tianxing watched, envious, as Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen devoured Synthetic Food in rapid succession.
They really made it into the competition team…
But with Luzhou Group’s tech sharing, the three top schools are unstoppable now.
Zhao Tianxing remembered rumors floating around. He turned to Zhang Yu. “Heard about Li Yong and Ye Haitao from the competition team demanding refunds? You know anything?”
“Huh?” Zhang Yu shook his head. “No idea. I haven’t been to training for two weeks.”
Bai Zhenzhen chimed in. “I did go once. Heard them arguing. They wanted to get their money back.”
Zhao Tianxing sighed. “Ah… a giant like Luzhou Group—its influence spreads without anyone even noticing. It’s reshaping so many families’ futures.”
Qian Shen nodded gravely. “From now on, the three top schools will monopolize all competitions.”
“But that’s not even the worst part. They’ve already controlled every competition except the Physical Fitness one.”
The worst part? With their body cultivation techniques improved, the students’ physical scores will soar. Average scores will rise again.
“I ran the numbers yesterday. Under this dual pressure—competition results and scores—maybe only one or two students from Songyang High School will make it into the Top Ten Elite Universities each year.”
Hidden inside Zhang Yu’s neck, the Doll—still disguised as a prayer bead—let out a soft, mocking chuckle.
The wealthy families of Songyang City are starting to fight among themselves.
Hehe… The rich families behind the three top schools want to fully monopolize the Top Ten spots, pushing all other schools out.
Zhang Yu froze. Wealthy families fighting?
The Doll chuckled again, sensing his shock.
Wealth accumulates. The three top schools get the most Top Ten admissions each year. Their family power grows stronger. Their wealth expands faster than anyone else’s.
You think they won the competitions year after year by accident?
And Songyang City’s situation is actually relatively good.
I know of places in Kunxu where entire cities—millions of people—have only one key high school.
Zhang Yu’s mind raced. So we’re right in the middle of an era where the three top schools are cementing their monopoly over Top Ten spots…
He exhaled slowly. The longer he stayed in Kunxu, the more exhausted he felt. The world seemed to press down on him, relentless, pushing him forward—always forward.
As days passed, the day of the Sports Competition finally arrived.
(End of Chapter)
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