No Money To Cultivate Immortality? Chapter 128: Yu, You Smell So Good - Novel Cool

Chapter 128: Yu, You Smell So Good

Two hours later, Le Mulan limped out of the training room, her legs and arms covered in bruises, her movements stiff and uneven—but a flicker of excitement danced across her face.

"My adaptability is improving fast. If this keeps up, I’ll overcome my psychological aversion to the poor in no time."

"Once that’s gone, my cultivation progress won’t be affected even if I switch cultivation methods..."

Meanwhile, in the training room, Zhang Yu lay sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath as if he’d just surfaced from deep water. His entire body—and the ground beneath him—was drenched in medicinal vapor and the lingering scent of herbs.

"Damn woman... how many pills does she eat every day? Is she using them as food?"

After a brief rest, however, Zhang Yu suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of vitality. Despite having fought Le Mulan fiercely for two hours, he felt no fatigue at all. On the contrary, his energy was sharper than ever, his Martial Energy flowing through his meridians with renewed vigor.

"Could it be the residue from her medicine?"

Zhang Yu swore on heaven—he was a staunch believer in natural body cultivation. During their fight, he definitely hadn’t licked a single drop of her medicinal liquid.

"Not to mention I was holding my breath most of the time. How could the scent even affect me?"

After all, his previous self had suffered severe internal damage from excessive medication. Since then, Zhang Yu had been extremely cautious about drug use, avoiding unnecessary pills at all costs—just to prevent further harm to his body.

But now, feeling this surge of vitality, he wondered: Could it be absorption through the skin?

"And why does it feel even better than my usual tonics? No heaviness, no pressure on my organs..."

Just as Zhang Yu began to step out of the training room, Fujie suddenly spoke up.

"Leaving already?"

Zhang Yu paused, slightly surprised. "What’s wrong?"

Fujie said, "Don’t you want to collect the medicinal residue?"

Zhang Yu blinked. "What residue?"

Fujie gestured to the floor. "All of this—still steaming. Isn’t that valuable?"

Zhang Yu glanced at the glowing, vapor-laden puddles on the ground, then scowled. "Who’d collect that?"

Fujie replied, "Le Mulan did say she uses only the highest-grade ingredients. Even her sweat is worth more than the medicine you use. A rich person’s perspiration is more precious than your entire supply."

"Though now it’s mixed with your sweat—purity is lower."

"But if you sell it as a supplement, you could still make a few thousand."

Zhang Yu turned and walked away. "Who knows what’s in her medicine? What it does, what side effects it has. And I don’t even have a license to sell medicine—what if I get caught?"

Fujie sighed inwardly. She nearly said, You could just take it back and drink it with Bai Zhenzhen… But she swallowed the words.

This Zhang Yu still has too much of that poor man’s pride. Even now, stuck in the underbelly of Kunxu, he still refuses to seize every opportunity. You don’t climb Kunxu by being frugal—you climb by exploiting every resource, no matter how humble.

Zhang Yu glanced down at his torn pants. Walking back like this wasn’t an option.

After a moment’s thought, he sent a message to Le Mulan:

> My pants are ruined.

> Transfer 200.

200 transferred successfully.

Zhang Yu: I meant, can you send me a new pair?

More than ten minutes later, Lian Tianji appeared, holding a pair of pants.

"Are you really training in real combat with the Sacred Number One?" Lian Tianji asked, curious.

Zhang Yu nodded. "Yeah… the pants got damaged."

He took the pants, thanked him, and changed.

Looking at Zhang Yu’s torn clothes, Lian Tianji could easily imagine how intense the fight had been.

Ah… I wish I could train with the Sacred Number One too. Not just hand her pants after the fight.

But my strength isn’t enough. I’m only good for being a chair—closest to her only when I’m lying flat.

Watching Zhang Yu walk away, Lian Tianji sighed.

Only someone like Zhang Yu—someone who’s a true scholar—can stand close to the Sacred Number One. Only then can you approach her as an equal, not as someone who has to kneel.

Elsewhere, as Zhang Yu stepped out of the training room, he quietly assessed his body.

Is the medicinal effect still active? I’ll monitor it for another day.

If there are no side effects, maybe it’s because her medicine is genuinely top-tier—so few side effects.

Or perhaps my body is getting stronger, my organs healing, clearing out the old toxins accumulated over time.

Or maybe it’s a combination of both?

After careful consideration, Zhang Yu decided: he’d keep coming back to train with Le Mulan.

After all, 12,000 per hour—24,000 for two hours. A job that paid 24,000 per session. Even if he had to use a little medicine, as long as the consequences weren’t serious, he’d endure it.

On his way back to the bridge tunnel, Bai Zhenzhen hadn’t returned from the hospital yet. Zhang Yu thought for a moment, then decided to buy a new cultivation technique.

The 300,000 reward had already landed in his account. Ever since, he’d been itching to upgrade. He immediately spent 120,000 to secure the right to use Great Sun Qi Sea.

After this transaction, and factoring in today’s earnings from sparring, Zhang Yu’s remaining balance stood at over 210,000.

He scanned through the electronic scroll.

This Great Sun Qi Sea really is as described—simple, but requires practice to master.

The key is accumulation through repetition…

Feather Scroll: Zhang Yu! Show me your limits!

With the Specialization of Feather Scroll activating, Zhang Yu began cultivating Great Sun Qi Sea.

Though it was an Expert-level mid-stage cultivation method, Zhang Yu’s current stats were already impressive—higher than many second-year students at Songyang High School—easily meeting the prerequisites.

He halted the endless flow of Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa within his body.

The circulation of Martial Energy across his limbs was abruptly cut off. All the energy was drawn back into his dantian.

Then, a surge of energy rose from his dantian, gradually refined into a radiant, golden Martial Energy—pulsing with tiny, flickering suns.

This Sun Martial Energy began weaving through Zhang Yu’s meridians, forming a new, powerful circulation system.

As he refined the energy and built the cycle, Zhang Yu felt no difficulty. Thanks to his mastery of multiple Level 10 techniques, controlling Martial Energy was now second nature.

But what surprised him even more was the speed of his energy flow—accelerated by the medicinal stimulation.

And then, during cultivation, he felt a sudden surge of mental clarity—so sharp, so alert, that he no longer needed Neural Fillers to suppress sleep.

Could it be the effect of Le Mulan’s medicine?

Not just replenishing stamina and boosting energy… but enhancing mental focus, even replacing sleep?

Zhang Yu recalled Fujie’s earlier words.

Le Mulan… could her sweat really be better than the medicine I bought for the competition? More valuable?

Damn it… these rich people are unbearable.

In that moment, Zhang Yu finally understood why some commoners risked crawling into the sewers of Bailong High School just to steal gutter water.

For a fleeting second, a strange impulse flashed through his mind: Next time I go to Ziyun High School… should I collect her sweat?

"Stop, Zhang Yu!"

"Don’t let Kunxu corrupt you!"

"You’re not like that!"

He quickly refocused, pulling his mind back to the cultivation.

Nine minutes passed. After completing the first full cycle of Great Sun Qi Sea, Zhang Yu’s mind filled with insights—key points to master in the technique.

And then, he felt his body temperature rise—slowly, steadily, growing hotter and hotter.

In the darkness, faint sparks of light began to gather around him.

Moonlight from above, distant neon signs, the warm glow of countless windows across the riverbank—each thread of light was drawn toward him, slowly enveloping his body in a soft, radiant aura.

Fujie watched, silently amazed.

So it’s true…

Normally, mastering the first level of Great Sun Qi Sea takes a full month of exposure to sunlight—gradually adapting to the Sun Martial Energy. But he did it in seconds.

This kid’s potential… just as I suspected. He doesn’t just improve with practice—he breaks through the limits of the technique itself.

As Fujie mused, Zhang Yu continued refining the technique, pushing the Sun Martial Energy through his entire body, drawing in more light from the night sky, growing brighter with each passing moment.

When Bai Zhenzhen returned to the bridge tunnel, Zhang Yu had already advanced to Level 1 (4/10).

His entire being now glowed faintly from within. When he opened his eyes or mouth, Bai Zhenzhen could actually see light shimmering inside them—like tiny stars trapped in his pupils and throat.

Bai Zhenzhen gasped. "Is this the Great Sun Qi Sea you mentioned? You’re glowing—really brightly. It’s… too noticeable."

Zhang Yu felt the soft radiance emanating from his body. He nodded. "Yeah… it’s a bit flashy. But now I’m about to rent a place. I’ll just train in private then."

Bai Zhenzhen grinned. "So you’ll save on electricity bills?"

Zhang Yu shook his head. "Not really. The core of Great Sun Qi Sea is absorbing light to refine Martial Energy—not emitting it."

"Training in a dark room would actually be counterproductive. To maximize efficiency, you’d need high-powered lamps shining directly on me."

Bai Zhenzhen whistled. "So this technique is a real electricity hog."

Zhang Yu added, "But once past the initial stage, the absorption becomes far more efficient. As the level increases, the glow fades. Eventually, you’ll run the technique in complete darkness."

"Then I’ll just go outside every night and absorb the glow from skyscrapers."

Listening to Zhang Yu explain, Bai Zhenzhen was awestruck. But as she stepped closer, a sudden, intoxicating scent washed over her.

"Yu… what is that smell on you? Why do you smell so… good?"

(End of Chapter)

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