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Chapter 125: Great Sun Qi Sea
Zhang Pianpian continued, “By now, you should understand just how tight your timeline is.”
“Of course, even if you fail this time, you’ll have another chance next year.”
According to Zhang Pianpian, the High School Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate Examination began every mid-June and results were announced by early January of the following year. That meant each cohort of high school students had exactly two opportunities in their three years.
The first was to register at the end of their freshman year and obtain the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate by sophomore year. The second chance came at the end of sophomore year, with the certificate earned during senior year.
In Zhang Yu’s mind, the voice of the Evil God echoed:
“Though both outcomes are technically the same—obtaining the Foundation Establishment Certificate—the difference between earning it in second year versus third year is massive. When you list it on your college application, the weight behind it will be completely different.”
Zhang Yu didn’t need the Evil God to spell it out. He already knew.
“Given Kunxu’s attitude, the gap between getting the certificate in senior year versus sophomore year will be like the difference between a Bailong person and a Songyang person—when you get to university, it’ll be a whole different world.”
Bailong person or Songyang person?
If you had a choice, He Dayou—the son of the board chairman—would probably already be fleeing to Bailong.
Now, here was a chance to transform himself from a Songyang student into a true Bailong elite… with just a little effort.
Zhang Yu wasn’t about to let that slip away.
He gave Zhang Pianpian a firm nod.
“Two chances? We’ll take both. The earlier we get the Foundation Establishment Certificate, the better.”
Zhang Pianpian added, “Just make sure you know what you’re doing. Beyond that, there’s the matter of your exam specialization—and a few things I arranged before I left…”
Since only four spots were available in the Foundation Establishment Certificate exam—one each in Dao Heart, Martial Energy, Sports, and Martial Arts—Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had to go down different paths.
Bai Zhenzhen, thanks to her Spirit Root, was progressing quickly in Martial Energy, Sports, and Martial Arts. But given her consistently strongest talent in martial cultivation under Zhen Linggen’s influence, she ultimately chose the Martial Arts track.
Zhang Yu, meanwhile, had the Feather Scroll and Zhen Linggen’s support, giving him solid confidence in Martial Energy, Sports, and Martial Arts. But with Bai Zhenzhen already taking Martial Arts, that left only Martial Energy and Sports for him to choose.
“Sports, of course,” Zhang Yu said. “These past few months, preparing for the Sports Competition have pushed my Physical Strength Level far beyond my Martial Energy. If I keep pushing hard, becoming the strongest Sports cultivator in Kunxu Layer One isn’t impossible.”
After Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had settled on their respective paths, Zhang Pianpian said, “You’re short on time, heavy on tasks, and strapped for cash. So when the prize money and endorsement fees come in—don’t spend a single penny foolishly.”
“Don’t even think about paying off your loan all at once. In fact, if you can, borrow more.”
“Spend every last cent on boosting your cultivation.
I’ll do what I can to cover for you before I leave—buy you more time to grow stronger.”
“I’ll be waiting for you at Wanfa University.”
……
Morning at Songyang High School.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen dragged their exhausted bodies toward the school gates.
The Sports Competition the night before had drained them completely. Then, after the match, they’d spent hours with Zhang Pianpian discussing the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate. And once she left, they hadn’t rested—instead, they’d begun meticulously planning their cultivation strategy.
Because surviving the exam, beating the competition, and earning that certificate wouldn’t be possible with just the standard first-year curriculum.
They needed a personal, aggressive, highly efficient cultivation plan.
How to spend money, which cultivation techniques to practice, what supplements to take, and what expenses to budget for—everything had to be calculated down to the last cent.
Just then, Bai Zhenzhen froze, eyes widening at the giant screen by the entrance.
“Congratulations to Zhang Yu for winning first place in the Songyang City Sports Competition! Zhang Yu, with his extraordinary talent and exceptional cultivation potential, overcame material limitations with sheer brilliance. With such a rare gift, his future achievements are bound to be even greater…”
Bai Zhenzhen stared at the glowing screen, reading the endless stream of praise for Zhang Yu.
Then she turned to him, stunned.
“Me? What about me? Why didn’t they mention me at all?”
She’d placed fifth—wasn’t that enough to get a mention?
But Zhang Yu, reading the article, felt nothing but cold dread. He wasn’t happy. Not even a little.
Back when he was younger, he’d have loved this kind of praise.
But now, seeing all the talk of “genius,” “unparalleled talent,” and “rare cultivation potential”…
He felt his market value being crushed all over again.
Families, who else feels this?
Win first place and they say it’s all natural talent.
How much more hatred does the world have for geniuses?
“Who the hell wrote this? Get it taken down!”
Later, Zhang Yu found out it was the Student Union’s doing.
That’s when it hit him:
“Zhou Chichen… was he trying to undermine my commercial value?”
“Could he be working with that Le Jingchen from Ziyun High School?”
Recalling how Zhou Chichen and Lan Ling had warned him during the competition, Zhang Yu grew more suspicious—these two were likely aligned with Ziyun High School… or even Ziyun Pharmaceutical.
At that moment, Zhao Tianxing spotted them on the path and immediately brightened, walking over.
Seeing Zhang Yu deep in thought, Zhao Tianxing asked, “Hey, Yu, what’s on your mind?”
Zhang Yu sighed.
“I’m trying to figure out how to prove I’m not a genius—just a regular person who only gets better because of money.”
Zhao Tianxing blinked.
He’s calling me out, isn’t he?
Zhang Yu continued, “And the more I think about it, the harder it is. Proving I’m ordinary? That’s harder than proving I’m a genius.”
“My talent is like the sun—no matter how hard I try, it just won’t go away. It’s… impossible.”
Zhao Tianxing couldn’t help but recall Zhang Yu from half a year ago.
Yu, I still miss the way you were back then.
Back then, you were just like me—standing in front of A Zhen, Qian Shen, He Dayou… like a clown.
Now, look at him.
The transformation was undeniable.
Zhao Tianxing couldn’t help but sigh.
Results really do change people.
And suddenly, he understood his own “clown theory” on a deeper level.
Clowns can change places. Half a year ago, Zhang Yu was the clown in front of He Dayou. Now, He Dayou is the clown in front of Zhang Yu.
That’s… the relativity of clowns.
In the end, it’s always about scores. About wealth. About real power.
Zhao Tianxing thought:
If I were to grab him right now, pin him to the ground, and say calmly, “Oh? So hard to prove?”—then the clown would be me again.
Ah… to stand tall, speak loud—real power is the only way.
With that, Zhao Tianxing made up his mind:
He had to get the Artificial Demon Muscle enhancement.
And across Songyang High School, students like Zhao Tianxing weren’t rare.
Some were drawn to Artificial Demon Muscle. Others wanted Super Metabolism. A few even considered Hongta’s True Dragon Bloodline.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen entered the classroom. Zhang Yu sat down and immediately pulled out his phone, scrolling through cultivation techniques.
Even if I’m focusing on Sports, I can’t let Dao Heart or Martial Energy fall behind.
Especially Dao Heart and Martial Energy—I need substitutes for the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture and the Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa. I need to keep them growing steadily while I train my body daily.
But the cultivation website was overwhelming.
The sheer number of techniques was like an endless sea. Even going through the rankings left Zhang Yu dizzy, unsure where to start.
Then, the Evil God—still disguised as a prayer bead—spoke up:
“Try searching for Great Sun Qi Sea.”
Zhang Yu paused, then typed it in.
The result: a low-seller Expert-Level Cultivation Technique, suitable for mid-Refining Qi stage.
The first reason for its low popularity? It cost a staggering 120,000.
The second? It was incredibly difficult to master.
But not because of complexity, difficulty of comprehension, or strict requirements.
The real difficulty? Time.
Great Sun Qi Sea was a technique that absorbed sunlight and moonlight, gathering spiritual energy from the light of the heavens. It allowed passive cultivation simply by being exposed to light.
Zhang Yu read the description, thinking:
Like Zhou Tian Tuna Fa, it passively absorbs energy. As long as there’s light, it keeps working—stronger light, better results.
But it’s about progression. The first level takes one month of consistent exposure. The second takes two months. The third, four. Each level doubles the time needed. It compounds, exponentially.
By the eighth level, breaking through takes ten years.
And the ninth to tenth? Over twenty years.
Zhang Yu shook his head, sighing.
No wonder so few buy it. It’s used as a temporary method—just to gain extra Martial Energy through passive sunlight absorption.
But for me… it’s perfect.
He couldn’t help but wonder:
What happens if I push this technique all the way to level ten?
Then it hit him—this was the same Evil God who’d been with him nonstop for so long.
This guy knows exactly what’s best for me.
Zhang Yu whispered into the silence of his mind:
“After all this time… I still don’t know how to call you.”
The Evil God chuckled, her voice ringing clearly in his head like wind chimes:
“Call me Fujie.”
“Zhang Yu, I told you before—having me by your side will make your climb through Kunxu much smoother.”
(End of Chapter)
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