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Chapter 132: Tenth-Grade Great Sun, Broke and Suffering
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Hearing Yu Xinghan’s question, Zhang Yu’s face turned dark. He sighed, exasperated: “I don’t feel like it.”
Yu Xinghan urged, “Why not? Watching ads inside gets you talisman discount coupons—you can actually use them yourself.”
Zhang Yu blinked in surprise. “Talisman discount coupons?”
Yu Xinghan nodded. “How much do talismans cost? You can’t be ignorant of that. Every day, watching a few ads to collect coupons—it’s a form of talisman cultivation. It’ll actually make your talisman skills stronger.”
Zhang Yu finally sat beside him, unable to hold back: “You’re Xinghuo Immortal’s disciple, right? Even you… still short on cash?”
Yu Xinghan shook his head, adopting a seasoned tone. “In Kunxu, the richest people are the ones with the least money. The poorest are the ones with the most wealth.”
“Money is cultivation. Money is potential. Money is your future. No one’s ever had enough money.”
“Even someone like me—someone powerful—still has to learn to save.”
“Every single yuan saved? That’s growing my foundation and potential.”
“To walk far on the immortal path, you must learn to earn, to spend… and above all, to save.”
Yu Xinghan turned to look at Zhang Yu. “Otherwise, when you suddenly find a crucial technique, a Spirit Root, or a Spirit Armor—only a little money short… what then?”
“Money is potential. And when you realize your potential is gone… when you can’t take the next step… you’ll regret not having saved more.”
“Every yuan you save today? It’s one more step forward in the future.”
Zhang Yu nodded slowly. He had to admit—it made sense. He picked up his phone and clicked the link Yu Xinghan had sent.
After a few minutes of rest, the two resumed their sparring.
Two hours passed in a flash.
Yet everyone felt they had gained significantly.
Song Hailong sensed a clear improvement in his martial experience.
Yu Xinghan learned new force-guiding techniques from Zhang Yu’s movements, enhancing his bodily control.
Bai Zhenzhen, besides gaining valuable combat experience, also received 20,000 yuan in tuition fees.
As for Zhang Yu? He got 22,000 yuan in tuition—and the privilege of mastering the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm, plus a staggering 200,000 yuan debt.
But just a moment later, when Yu Xinghan transferred the money, Zhang Yu stared at the 30,000 yuan that landed in his account—frozen in surprise.
Yu Xinghan chuckled. “Oops, sorry. I accidentally sent too much.”
“Could you please transfer 8,000 yuan to my other account?”
Though a strange feeling tugged at him, Zhang Yu still complied.
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Time slipped by quietly between Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s daily routines: school, cultivation, tutoring, and sparring.
It was now late April.
That afternoon on the rooftop, a thick, pitch-black shadow emerged.
Despite being exposed to blinding sunlight, the shadow remained untouched—no beam of light could penetrate or disperse it.
This was Zhang Yu, cultivating the Great Sun Qi Sea.
With a thunderous roar from his inner martial energy, the breath technique—normally only for mid-stage cultivation—finally reached its tenth level.
Under the tenth-level Great Sun Qi Sea, Zhang Yu’s shadow grew darker, devouring all surrounding light.
As intense radiance poured into him, the sea of energy within his body surged violently—waves of Great Sun Martial Energy roared like molten lava, devouring the light and refining it into a solid core within his dantian.
Zhang Yu knew: with the Great Sun Qi Sea now at tenth level, he’d entered another explosive phase of martial energy growth.
More than that, he felt his body becoming livelier, more agile with every ray of sunlight.
It was as if every cell, every thread of flesh within him was cheering—accelerating his growth at an unprecedented pace.
He knew this was the effect of the tenth-level Great Sun Qi Sea: accelerating cellular metabolism, boosting physical cultivation efficiency.
The downside? The longer he exposed himself to sunlight, the more his lifespan would be shortened.
“Damn it… this Great Sun Qi Sea is the most time-consuming, yet it still cuts into your life?”
Zhang Yu shook his head, muttering under his breath—but he didn’t stop.
In a world full of traps like Kunxu, this flaw was barely worth mentioning.
Besides, he could always switch to another breath technique later. Even if he ran it for a year and a half, it’d only cost a few weeks of lifespan.
The trade-off was worth it.
“Pairing the Great Sun Qi Sea with the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique—not only does it boost martial energy and Dao Heart steadily, but it also enhances physical cultivation.”
Zhang Yu mused: “Fujie’s not wrong—this woman knows how to pick techniques.”
As the Great Sun Qi Sea reached its peak, Zhang Yu’s martial energy surged forward—now at 46.8.
Still far from his goal of 70 units—the threshold for entering the high-third tier.
At that moment, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air.
Zhang Yu turned to see Bai Zhenzhen surrounded by swirling sword qi—like countless invisible blades slicing through the air.
Just days ago, she had pushed her Penetrating Body Sword Qi to the tenth level. Now, every part of her body—except her fingertips—could emit sword energy, turning her into a living, invisible sword armor: both offense and defense.
With Fujie’s guidance, Zhang Yu used her bonus money to buy her a sword style: the Invisible Sword Art—a stealth technique that concealed sword intent, killing aura, and even sound.
Perfect for her current cultivation.
“This style really suits A Zhen’s path,” Zhang Yu thought.
Though she never said it aloud, Bai Zhenzhen had become far more disciplined lately—training in martial energy, Dao Heart, physical strength, and all her techniques, nonstop, every waking moment.
Even after that conversation with Zhang Pianpian, she still joked and sparred with Zhang Yu, chasing money and progress like before.
But inside… she was desperate.
Four months to reach senior high level. Dao Heart level 6. Martial energy above 70. Physical Strength Level over 7.5. Only then can I pass the Foundation Establishment Exam.
The pressure of the exam loomed like an invisible beast chasing her from behind.
She clenched her fists inward.
“I have to get stronger.”
“Strong enough to pass.”
“Strong enough… so I won’t be helpless again, watching Yu suffer while I can’t even speak!”
The pressure. The hunger. The burning desire—it all fueled her relentless pursuit.
She wanted strength. Better results. A chance to stand among the Top Ten—with Zhang Yu.
In her entire life, she had never so desperately wanted to pass one exam.
And deep inside, her Spirit Root seemed to respond—pulsing with energy, urging her forward.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu, having completed the tenth level of Great Sun Qi Sea, finally purchased the electronic scroll of the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique. His savings dropped by another 30,000 yuan.
But luckily, his tutoring and sparring fees had been pouring in. Unlike before—when he’d spent heavily on Hunyuan Pills to train his Chisui Hunyuanqi—his balance still stood at 260,000 yuan.
As Zhang Yu stared at his bank balance, Fujie spoke.
“260,000 seems like a lot. But once you reach tenth level in the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, you’ll need to focus entirely on training Chisui Hunyuanqi and boosting your Physical Strength Level.”
“Training Chisui Hunyuanqi? That means consuming 30,000 yuan per Hunyuan Pill—one every three days. That’s 300,000 yuan a month.”
“Plus, relying only on passive cultivation from two tenth-level techniques? That’s not enough to pass the Foundation Exam.”
“You’ll need to rent Spirit Veins to boost martial energy, and use Ling Realm spaces to train your Dao Heart. Just those two alone? A few dozen thousand yuan a month—easy.”
Spirit Veins—areas with concentrated spiritual energy. In ancient times, they were known as Tongtian Fudi. Now, they’re called Spirit Energy Ecosystem Protected Zones. Expensive entry fees, exorbitant lodging—yet their cultivation benefits far surpass ordinary city environments.
Fujie continued: “And since you’re on the physical fitness track for the exam, you’ll need to push your Physical Strength Level to the top. Besides Hunyuan Pills, you’ll need other strengthening medicines…”
As Fujie listed the costs, Zhang Yu’s face twisted into a wry smile.
He knew she was right.
More money would be needed—a lot more.
And it wouldn’t just be him. Bai Zhenzhen would have to keep up—meaning she’d have to spend just as much.
Watching Zhang Yu’s silence, Fujie thought: “There’ll come a day… when you can’t resist and ask me to hunt the Evil God.”
Zhang Yu sighed inwardly: In Kunxu, no matter how you climb, it all comes down to money.
Once I master the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, I’ll need even more cash to upgrade my Dao Heart, martial energy, and physical strength.
Then—like a spark in the dark—Zhang Yu remembered his earlier rental post on social media.
“I know so many wealthy people now… maybe I can use their connections to rent Spirit Veins, access Ling Realm spaces, or buy Hunyuan Pills… and save some money.”
Just then, Bai Zhenzhen said: “Yu, you’re going to Ziyun today, right? Don’t forget to bring my things.”
Today, Zhang Yu wasn’t just meeting Le Mulan as a sparring partner—he was also supposed to rent the house Le Mulan had mentioned.
As Zhang Yu walked away, Bai Zhenzhen called after him: “Remember to collect Le Mulan’s medicine water!”
Zhang Yu rolled his eyes. “No way I’m doing that kind of poor man’s chore.” He wasn’t about to collect the sweat of the rich.
Bai Zhenzhen, seeing no reply, repeated firmly: “Did you hear me? We’ve made some money, but the spending is only going to grow. Our financial pressure is tight. Every little bit we save counts.”
She handed him a large water bottle. “Here. Use this to collect the liquid.”
Zhang Yu took it reluctantly—his pride wounded.
“Damn it… being broke… really hurts.”
(End of Chapter)
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