Chapter 129: Great Sun Qi Cultivation, Success in Finding a Place to Rent (Please Vote for Me)
Hearing Bai Zhenzhen’s curious question, Zhang Yu immediately explained the situation involving Le Mulan and the mysterious liquid.
Finally, he let out a sigh, clearly frustrated. “I don’t even know if the sweat she secretes has any side effects. What if the medical bills end up costing more than the tutoring fees I earn?”
Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes sparkled. “You said her sweat can restore stamina, excite the nervous system, and even stimulate Martial Energy. And according to her own claim, it can also heal injuries?”
“Is this some kind of miracle cure?”
“Next time you see her, bring me some back. I’ve got strong tolerance—no worries about side effects.”
Zhang Yu realized, despite having lived in Kunxu for quite some time, he still sometimes felt out of place.
Like, for instance, the idea of collecting wealthy people’s sweat—no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Seeing Zhang Yu remain silent, Bai Zhenzhen said, “Then ask Le Mulan when she’s planning to spar with both of us. She did say she’d consider it during her Physical Fitness Competition, didn’t she?”
She was already mentally preparing to collect the sweat herself if Zhang Yu refused.
Zhang Yu shrugged. “She said she still needs time to adjust—she can’t handle both of us at once yet. Honestly, I don’t know what she means by ‘adjusting.’”
“I already made her sweat all over just by myself. How is she supposed to ‘adjust’ to fighting both of us?”
As he spoke, Zhang Yu glanced at Bai Zhenzhen’s legs, then at the exposed patches of skin, and noticed that the scars left from past martial arts competitions had completely vanished.
Her skin, now smooth and flawless like porcelain, made Zhang Yu smile. “A Zhen, your scars are gone? Now you can fight with full force without worrying about them tearing open.”
Bai Zhenzhen grinned and lifted her sleeve to show off her arm, the newly healed skin glowing under the light. “Look—how’s that? I think it’s great. Feels just like before.”
Zhang Yu was about to say it looked excellent—when suddenly, he spotted a Xin Chuang Medical logo embedded in the skin.
“What’s this?” he asked, puzzled.
Bai Zhenzhen waved it off. “Just a surgical implant ad. Either become a gold member of the hospital, or pay two thousand extra to remove it. I’m not wasting money on that nonsense. My metabolism’s fast enough—I’ll just wait a few weeks. It’ll be gone naturally.”
Zhang Yu nodded. If it would fade on its own, there was no point in paying extra.
He asked, “How much should I transfer you? Let me cover the cost.”
Bai Zhenzhen showed him her digital receipt. “After joining the promotional event, they quoted me 38,888 yuan. Oh, and they threw in a free health checkup.”
After sending the money, Zhang Yu’s savings dropped to just over 170,000 yuan. He sighed—money really didn’t last long.
Bai Zhenzhen cheered and suddenly leapt from behind, wrapping her arms around Zhang Yu and hugging him tightly. “Reward for you, my dear Yu.”
Feeling Zhen Linggen settle into his dantian, and Spirit Energy flowing in from all directions, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but let out a soft, contented hum.
Bai Zhenzhen skipped to the side. “Go ahead and meditate for a bit. I’ll be done with my makeup soon—I’ll meet you outside.”
She began applying her wig, body tattoos, padding, and other accessories—preparing for her upcoming shift at the Dark Tutoring Realm.
Meanwhile, with Zhen Linggen now fully integrated into his body, Zhang Yu resumed his Great Sun Qi Sea cultivation.
At first, nothing changed. But after a moment, he sensed Zhen Linggen subtly adapting to the Great Sun Qi Sea technique, faintly aiding him in gathering and concentrating light.
But after completing one full circulation cycle, Bai Zhenzhen finished her transformation. Zhang Yu had to wait until they reached the campus to continue testing Zhen Linggen’s influence on the technique.
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Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.
By the small lake in the campus area, the office lights still glowed, moonlight painted the sky, and nearby streetlamps cast soft halos.
Zhang Yu absorbed the faint glimmers of light—sunlight, moonlight, artificial light—drawing in their Spirit Energy and refining it into Martial Energy.
The Great Sun Qi Sea had now advanced to Level 2 (11/20).
His body, once glowing with radiant light, now appeared completely dark—almost invisible in the night.
And under Zhen Linggen’s influence, that darkness spread outward from his skin, extending several centimeters into the surrounding air, as if a formless shadow had settled around him.
Zhang Yu thought to himself: Sure enough, Zhen Linggen is adapting to the new cultivation method. It’s helping me gather and condense light far more efficiently.
Fujie watched, awestruck. Bai Zhenzhen’s evolved Spirit Root is incredible. It adapts to the user’s cultivation path, evolving dynamically with every new technique. It’s practically a universal Spirit Root.
Right now, it’s already boosted the Great Sun Qi Sea’s efficiency by at least ten percent. If it keeps adapting… who knows how much more it could improve?
A flicker of curiosity stirred within her. This Spirit Root is currently at Celestial Spirit Root level. Could it one day evolve into a Divine Spirit Root… or even an Immortal Spirit Root?
Fujie couldn’t say for sure—but the thought fascinated her.
After all, Celestial Spirit Root was the base level. The next tier, Divine Spirit Root, was military-grade. And only the top ten sects received Immortal Spirit Roots—reserved for the most elite.
Fujie mused: If Bai Zhenzhen’s Spirit Root could ever reach Immortal level… that would be unimaginable fortune… but also a catastrophic disaster.
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A full night passed.
Bathed in the morning sun, Zhang Yu carried Bai Zhenzhen on his back, sprinting from the outskirts toward the city center.
His Great Sun Qi Sea had now advanced to Level 3 (14/30). Even without actively cultivating, his body automatically absorbed ambient light, thanks to the passive absorption effect.
Zhang Yu estimated that the passive absorption was roughly thirty percent as effective as active cultivation.
He suspected this technique, like Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa, would eventually reach parity between passive and active cultivation once it hit Level 10.
As the sun rose higher, Zhang Yu felt the golden rays—like tiny sparks—piercing his skin and flooding into his body.
With each cycle of the Great Sun Martial Energy, the incoming sunlight was drawn into his dantian, refined, and transformed into his own Martial Energy.
The brighter the sunlight, the more fiercely his Great Sun Qi Sea surged.
Golden Martial Energy surged through his body like roaring flames, seething with heat, devouring every photon of light he absorbed.
Zhang Yu’s dantian felt like a tiny furnace—fueling itself with light, burning hotter with every breath, spewing forth ever-stronger waves of Great Sun Martial Energy.
But he felt no discomfort. On the contrary, it was a deeply satisfying warmth—like basking in sunlight on a cold winter day.
Zhang Yu thought to himself: This Great Sun Qi Sea really is best cultivated during the day. The efficiency is night and day compared to last night.
Bai Zhenzhen, still on his back, said, “Yu, you’re getting darker.”
She watched as the Great Sun Qi Sea’s intense activity wrapped Zhang Yu in a visible shadow, making him appear several shades darker than before.
Zhang Yu glanced down at himself—and realized it was true.
Holy crap, I’m turning into a Black man?
He thought, Thank goodness we’re in Kunxu. If I used this technique elsewhere, I’d probably get shot every time I stepped outside.
But the Great Sun Qi Sea had a built-in way to suppress such anomalies. With a mere thought, Zhang Yu gently calmed the Martial Energy, slightly reducing the passive absorption—and instantly, the shadow vanished.
Bai Zhenzhen tilted her head. “If you keep upgrading this technique, your ability to absorb light will keep increasing. Eventually, will you turn completely black? That could be useful for hiding your identity.”
She grinned mischievously. “Then you could try sneaking into concerts without paying, evading surveillance, or even… stealing, robbing—”
“A Zhen, you’re taking this too far! Who said getting darker makes it easier to commit crimes?!”
Zhang Yu was about to shout, when she added, “Ah, forget it. Honestly, it’s not worth the hassle. Underground tutoring’s already profitable enough. Plus, you’d have to figure out taxes, and that’s too much work.”
Zhang Yu couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Taxation really is one of Kunxu’s key tools for maintaining order.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
He opened it—there was a message from Yu Xinghan.
Yu Xinghan: You’re looking for a place to rent?
Zhang Yu’s mind clicked. The man must have seen his social media post about searching for housing.
Considering Yu Xinghan was a Golden Core Disciple, he likely had access to plenty of properties. Maybe even a spare room.
Zhang Yu replied immediately: Yes.
Yu Xinghan: My place is a bit large. Want to split it with me?
Zhang Yu frowned. A Golden Core Disciple renting?
Zhang Yu: You don’t buy houses?
Yu Xinghan: Refusing to buy is a principle of my sect. Why waste money on property when you can invest in yourself?
Zhang Yu snorted inwardly. No wonder Xinghuo Immortal is such a tightwad. Even a Golden Core Immortal can’t afford a first-tier Kunxu apartment in Songyang City. Good thing I didn’t join his sect.
But then he saw the monthly rent—over ten thousand yuan.
Zhang Yu felt a twinge of guilt. I may have just insulted him.
He replied: I don’t like sharing accommodations.
He thought that would end the conversation.
But Yu Xinghan sent another message—this time, a shopping platform link.
Yu Xinghan: Go in and click for me.
Zhang Yu blinked. What the—Kunxu’s “Cut-a-Deal” game?
He stared at the link. This guy’s a Golden Core Disciple, and he’s doing this?
Zhang Yu rolled his eyes and ignored it.
The next day, more rental inquiries poured in.
While meditating on the rooftop under the sun, Zhang Yu received a message from Qian Shen.
His father owned a 20-square-meter apartment, priced at 6,000 yuan per month.
Zhang Yu hesitated. That was a steal—clearly a friend’s discount.
Later, during lunch, Song Hailong messaged him—sending photos of a room that looked far larger, better lit, with a spacious balcony perfect for practicing Great Sun Qi Sea.
The only odd thing? Four washing machines in the room.
Zhang Yu asked: Why so many washers?
Song Hailong replied: I haven’t finished uploading the photos. This is just the maid’s room.
After seeing the rest of the photos—showing a 200-square-meter mansion, with rent over 100,000 yuan per month—Zhang Yu sighed and replied: Too big. Not my style.
Then, after school, Le Mulan sent him a rental message.
He opened the photo.
No bed. No sofa. No kitchen. No TV.
But there were medicine cabinets, a meditation chamber, body-training equipment, and—yes—four washing machines.
The space was about 60 square meters, with classic Daoist-style interior—perfect for Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.
Only one thing stood out: the “Susu Jing” disinfectant spray from Ziyun Pharmaceutical by the door. It felt a bit odd.
And two toilets? That was strange.
Le Mulan explained: The apartment is across from Ziyun High School. I used it before. Just pay 2,000 yuan per month.
And if you move in, we’ll do sparring sessions here. School facilities aren’t ideal for changing clothes.
By the way, one of the toilets is mine only. You two can’t enter.
Zhang Yu did the math. The private toilet was about 30 square meters—half the entire apartment.
He groaned inwardly. Seriously… the whole house is just your personal restroom? How many private toilets do you need? Are you claiming territory everywhere?
Zhang Yu typed: Deal. I’ll take it.
Looking back at the day’s messages, Zhang Yu realized something new.
Even though Yu Xinghan, Song Hailong, Le Mulan—these were all extremely wealthy individuals, with powerful backing.
But somehow… Le Mulan seemed to spend money with the least restraint.
Just then, Bai Zhenzhen spoke from the other side of the rooftop.
“Yu, it’s about time. We should head to Bailong High School.”
Today was the day for real combat training with Yu Xinghan and Song Hailong.
Thinking about facing a Golden Core Disciple in battle, Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up with anticipation.
(End of Chapter)
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