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Chapter 126: Cultivation Techniques, Renting a Room, Le Mulan
Compared to the tense standoff Zhang Yu once had with the Evil God, his current relationship with Fujie had grown increasingly calm—almost comfortable. It was as if he’d grown used to having this strange entity constantly by his side.
Of course, that wasn’t entirely accidental. Fujie had repeatedly shown humility, and tirelessly demonstrated her value—ever eager to invest in Zhang Yu, as if trying to prove her worth.
Now, with the Great Sun Qi Sea safely stowed away, Zhang Yu turned to her once more.
“What about cultivation techniques? Any recommendations?” he asked.
Fujie was ready.
After all, she’d been observing Zhang Yu closely for a long time—studying his strengths, his potential, and the direction he might take in the future.
She replied clearly:
“You’ve practiced the Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa, right?”
“There’s an upgraded version—an Expert-Level Cultivation Technique suitable for the Qi Condensation Mid-Stage. It’s called the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique.”
Though the original Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa had received a dismal score of 1.2, Zhang Yu had always found it effective. Now, hearing there was an upgrade, he immediately began searching.
He read through the technique’s description carefully.
Worried about employees’ irregular eating habits? Unhealthy sleep schedules? The damage caused by sitting or standing too long?
Concerned about toxic work environments? Worried about long-term medication harming their brains? Or organs wearing out from constant strain?
Just get your employees to practice the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, and you’ll never have to worry about workplace injury compensation again!
No matter how much their bodies suffer from work, they’ll remain cheerful and positive—freeing employers from any health-related anxieties!
Even with Zhang Yu’s experience in Kunxu, he couldn’t help but be stunned by the sheer audacity of the idea.
Then he saw the score—1.1.
He sighed.
“If this platform didn’t prevent zero scores, this technique would be hovering near zero.”
Even though he’d personally trained with the original, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but ask:
“Is this Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique actually reliable?”
Fujie’s voice rang out clearly in his mind.
“The core philosophy of this technique is simple: the more pain you feel, the happier you become. It uses mental joy to counter physical suffering.”
“Originally, it was meant to inspire the most broken among us—those with no hope. A technique for the disabled, designed to give them strength, a reason to keep going.”
Zhang Yu paused, surprised.
“So… this was created for disabled cultivators?”
Fujie nodded.
“While it was born for the disabled, it works just as well for non-disabled cultivators.”
“After all, physical pain is inevitable on the cultivation path. This technique helps you endure it.”
“And once you reach level 10, it reduces mental strain and boosts metabolism—accelerating recovery and strengthening the body.”
“It’s one of the few techniques in the Qi Cultivation Stage that directly affects the physical form.”
“Even better—it enhances your Dao Heart through mere mental visualization. Perfect for you, who trains 24/7.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up.
“Really? That powerful?”
Fujie grinned, childlike in her pride.
“Of course! I’ve been in Kunxu for centuries. When I recommend a technique, it’s never wrong.”
Zhang Yu hesitated only a moment before adding the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique to his collection.
Oddly enough, despite its abysmal score, the technique had strong sales—priced at 30,000 gold coins.
He glanced at user reviews and found that it was a mandatory requirement in many dangerous jobs—factories, construction sites, labs. Job seekers had no choice but to learn it.
Zhang Yu exhaled slowly.
A technique meant to give hope to the disabled had been twisted into a tool to push healthy cultivators into dangerous labor—turning them into the very people it was meant to help.
“Ah… this is Kunxu.”
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Canteen
With two cultivation techniques now confirmed, Zhang Yu turned his attention to applying for the Inter-City Travel Permit.
He spooned lukewarm gruel into his mouth while scanning the application requirements.
Education level? Savings? Bank statements?
He had no doubt he could meet all the criteria with some preparation.
Only one thing would take real effort—finding a place to live.
“No personal housing? Then you need to rent.”
He chuckled bitterly.
“After all this, I still have to find a room.”
Just then, Bai Zhenzhen sat down with her tray, her expression sour.
“The pre-made meal counter’s down to half its usual size.”
She’d wanted to treat herself—celebrating her recent competition placement with a proper meal.
But when she arrived, she found the line had shrunk, and the menu had been slashed to less than a third of its original variety.
She glanced around.
The entire school seemed to be eating Synthetic Food now.
Pre-made meals were fading fast.
Bai Zhenzhen sighed inwardly.
“Guess I’ll never get a real meal again. Maybe I should just get a taste-removal surgery.”
Zhao Tianxing, overhearing, nodded.
“Since Luzhou Group entered Songyang City, most pre-made meal shops have collapsed. Synthetic Food is just too cheap.”
Zhang Yu frowned.
“What about Hongta Pasture? They’re one of the biggest pre-made meal producers. Are they affected?”
Zhao Tianxing replied:
“Apparently, after integrating Luzhou Group’s technology, Hongta Pasture shifted to a premium line—introduced something called ‘dragon meat’…”
Zhang Yu’s mind flashed back to the True Dragon Bloodline displayed at the Hongta High School competition.
Could they really be injecting dragon blood into cattle and sheep?
But dragon blood came from one of Hongta’s board members…
It felt like the company’s leadership was selling off their own flesh, blood, and even descendants—just to make a profit.
“Just another day in Kunxu,” Zhang Yu thought.
“Bosses will sell anything to make money.”
At that moment, Qian Shen turned to him curiously.
“Zhang Yu, are you looking to rent a place?”
Zhang Yu nodded.
“I need to apply for the Inter-City Travel Permit. One requirement is a rental contract.”
“Ugh,” Qian Shen groaned. “It’s annoying—no basements, no construction-site shacks allowed.”
“Actually,” Qian Shen added, “my dad has a few apartments he’s renting out. I can ask him.”
He paused, then grinned.
“You’ve got so many connections now. You could post on your social circle—someone might have an empty room. With your grades, they might even give you a discount.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up.
Right. I’ve got plenty of rich contacts. They probably all have spare rooms.
He pulled out his phone and posted a message:
Looking for a place to rent. Any leads?
A few seconds later, the phone buzzed—but it wasn’t a rental offer.
It was a message from Mo Tianyi.
> Mo Tianyi: Congratulations on winning first place in the Physical Fitness Competition. You beat Yu Xinghan.
Zhang Yu blinked, surprised.
They haven’t spoken to us since we joined Zhang Pianpian’s sect. Why reach out now?
Then Mo Tianyi added:
> “The leader wants to meet you. Got time?”
Zhang Yu was stunned.
The elusive leader of the Anti-Wealth Alliance—the one he and Bai Zhenzhen had searched endlessly for—was now reaching out.
Just then, Fujie’s voice cut in:
“Don’t meet him.”
She explained:
“I’ve heard you talk about him before. He’s likely a student of that man—someone who signed contracts with both the poor and the wealthy under the eyes of the Eight Great Righteous Gods.”
“But no ordinary person could promise the poor they’d make it to the Top Ten and reach the second floor—while simultaneously binding the rich with contracts that limit their university choices and majors.”
“The leader of the poor… he’s probably hiding within Bailong High School.”
“Since you don’t want to confront the Evil God just yet, avoid this man.”
Zhang Yu was taken aback.
Fujie’s getting smarter… She’s not even tempting me to hunt the Evil God anymore. Is she thinking ahead?
Then he thought of Bailong High School—and his older sister, the strongest student in Songyang.
As he left the canteen, he lowered his voice.
“What about my sister? Do you think she’s involved?”
He’d once wondered if she, like him, had been awakened by the Evil God.
Fujie sighed.
“Your sister? She’s on the Divine Path. Even I—when I’m near her—can only whisper.”
“Bailong High School’s Evil God wouldn’t dare show himself around her. Too risky.”
“The Divine Path?” Zhang Yu asked, curious.
“What’s that?”
Fujie waved it off casually.
“Just… becoming a god. If she graduates smoothly, she might join the Eight Great Righteous Gods.”
Her tone was light—but she wasn’t telling the truth.
Zhang Yu’s a good kid. Better he doesn’t know about the Divine Path. Otherwise, he’ll start obsessing over Zhang Pianpian again, and lose focus on his Foundation Establishment Certificate.
After all, in Fujie’s eyes…
For most high schoolers, the Gaokao was a battle of life and death.
Passing the Foundation Establishment Qualification Exam? That was suicide.
But the Divine Path?
Once you step onto that path… you’re already dead.
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Before school ended, the 300,000 post-tax prize money from the Physical Fitness Competition finally arrived.
Zhang Yu waved his hand.
“Bai Zhenzhen, go get your scars removed. All costs covered.”
It was repayment for her lending him her Spirit Root all this time.
He’d wanted to take her himself—but with work waiting after school, he couldn’t.
At the gate of Ziyun High School, Zhang Yu passed through the Disinfection Channel once more, entering a training room to meet his client for the night—Le Mulan.
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(End of Chapter)
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