No Money To Cultivate Immortality? Chapter 133: New Medicine Channel, Xianyun Endorsement (Vote for the Month) - Novel Cool

Chapter 133: New Medicine Channel, Xianyun Endorsement (Vote for the Month)

Zhang Yu followed the address Le Mulan had given him and arrived in front of an apartment building just outside Ziyun High School.

The building’s exterior was elegantly traditional—carved beams, ornate gates, glowing softly under the golden hues of the setting sun, as if draped in a shimmering veil of light. It radiated quiet luxury, understated yet dazzling.

Zhang Yu couldn’t help but feel that his old apartment was nothing more than a pigsty in comparison.

Just as he stood before the entrance, the glass doors slid open automatically. A voice echoed from within:

"Mr. Zhang, your residence details have been registered. Please follow the guidance to your room."

Guided by a faint purple light tracing the floor, Zhang Yu walked all the way to Room 101.

The door opened on its own. As he stepped inside, a fine mist of purification spray drenched him from head to toe.

Then he saw Le Mulan, seated cross-legged on a rug, quietly cultivating her breath.

"You’re here?"

She rose slowly, her upper body still in her thick school uniform, while her lower half had somehow shed its pants—leaving only a pair of athletic shorts, revealing long, straight, snow-white legs.

"Since the pants were going to tear anyway, I figured I’d take them off now. You don’t mind, do you?"

Zhang Yu sighed, looking down. "Yeah, do whatever you want."

Le Mulan picked up a room key card and handed it to him. "This apartment is now yours and Bai Zhenzhen’s. Just pay 2,000 yuan a month. Utilities—internet, electricity, water—are all included."

"But there’s one condition: if I come here to train with you, Bai Zhenzhen must not be in the room unless I give permission."

Internally, Le Mulan thought:

I’m not quite ready to face both of them in close combat yet.

Zhang Yu frowned. "You should’ve told us the schedule in advance. What if we’re in the middle of something important?"

Le Mulan nodded. "Of course. I’ll book our training sessions weekly. I’ll try to schedule them when Bai Zhenzhen isn’t around."

She handed him the key. "So, shall we begin?"

…

Two hours passed in silence.

Le Mulan emerged from her private bathroom, freshly showered and changed into a new school uniform. She sat on the windowsill, rubbing her legs, which bore faint purple bruises.

She pulled out a Daoxin Buffer and took a sip, her face relaxing into a soft expression of relief.

She was in a good mood. After all, training with Zhang Yu had helped ease her psychological aversion—her so-called “cleanliness complex”—just a little more.

And physically, her control had improved during their wrestling session.

This Zhang Yu really does have natural talent in body cultivation.

After graduation, he could become a solid physique trainer.

She turned to look at Zhang Yu, who was wiping the floor.

Just then, Fujie chimed in:

"Hey, don’t forget to bottle the liquid. Bai Zhenzhen’s been asking you about it three times already."

Le Mulan glanced at Zhang Yu as he stared at the water bottle, hesitating. She understood.

"Can’t stomach the stuff? Mentally, you’re not ready?"

She spoke like someone who’d been through it all. "It gets easier. You just have to learn to adapt."

"People need to embrace their environment. Right now, you feel disgusted, dirty—sickened by it. But after a few more times, you’ll get used to it."

Zhang Yu frowned. "I’m already doing my best to adapt to this place."

He looked at the liquid—sweet-smelling, golden-hued, almost appetizing.

"But some things here… I just can’t bring myself to accept them."

Le Mulan tilted her head. "Then pay for it. Money changes the environment. Buy your own medicine. You won’t have to drink this."

Zhang Yu stepped toward her, smiling. "So… do you have a supply channel? Can you sell it to me at a discount?"

Le Mulan’s voice remained calm. "Right now, money can solve it. But one day, you’ll face something money can’t fix immediately."

She thought back to the Martial Arts Competition, where she’d lost to Zhang Yu. A sigh escaped her.

"Then you’ll have no choice but to adapt—on your own."

Zhang Yu chuckled. "Let’s worry about that when it comes."

Le Mulan stared at him, seeing in his eyes a version of herself—once, she’d tried to buy her way out of poverty, using money to shield herself from the world’s harshness.

But this Zhang Yu… was a different kind of poor.

She suddenly laughed, pulled on her pants, and headed for the door.

"Fine. If you want anything, text me. I’ll give you an 80% discount."

Zhang Yu asked, "Same quality as yours? Oh, and do you have Neural Filler? Hunyuan Pills?"

She was already halfway out the door.

As the door closed behind her, her cool voice echoed:

"Same quality. Should have them."

The thought of buying Hunyuan Pills at 80% off made Zhang Yu’s heart leap.

He needed 300,000 yuan every month to fuel his Body-Refining Technique, Chisui Hunyuanqi.

An 80% discount means 60,000 yuan saved every month!

Over an hour later, Bai Zhenzhen arrived.

She ran her fingers over the training equipment, inspected the bathroom, tested the soundproofing of the Meditation Chamber, then checked the laundry, cleaning, and meal delivery services.

Meals included affordable synthetic food—perfect for eating whenever they got hungry.

After her tour, she burst out:

"Whoa… this place is insane. We can train anytime. And it’s only 2,000 yuan a month?!"

Zhang Yu nodded, then explained Le Mulan’s condition.

Bai Zhenzhen waved a hand. "That’s nothing. Do we have a lease contract?"

She glanced at the electronic contract Zhang Yu sent her. Her eyes lit up.

"Now we can apply for the Inter-City Travel Permit. We’re one step closer to passing the Foundation Establishment Exam!"

Zhang Yu nodded, sighing. "I thought we’d never live in a place like this before college."

Then he mentioned the discounted medicine.

Bai Zhenzhen nodded eagerly. "Perfect! She uses premium-grade medicine. Getting it through her channel at 80% off—this is huge!"

She couldn’t help grinning. Their chances of passing the exam felt brighter than ever.

Moments later, she rushed toward the Meditation Chamber.

"I’ll try training here first!"

Zhang Yu turned on the room’s lights, curious to test how well the Great Sun Qi Sea cultivated under artificial lighting at night.

As the lights flared to life, he felt a subtle stir in his inner dharma—his Great Sun Martial Energy stirred slightly, not as intense as daytime, but still achieving two or three times its usual strength.

Le Mulan spared us the electricity bill… maybe I should invest in some high-power lights?

…

After moving into the new apartment, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen plunged into a daily rhythm—shuttling between school, the apartment, and the Anxue Alliance, relentlessly chasing their goal: passing the Foundation Establishment Exam.

Days passed.

On a subway in Songyang City, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen sat close together.

Bai Zhenzhen was cultivating Spirit Energy through breath control. Zhang Yu, meanwhile, mentally practiced the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique.

Since upgrading his Great Sun Qi Sea to Level 10, he’d begun training in this technique.

Now, as he visualized, he saw in his mind a massive, crippled cow—limbs broken, eyes blind, ears deaf—crawling forward without pause, endlessly.

With each breath, a quiet sense of joy flickered within him.

No matter how hard it is, as long as I keep moving, keep improving… that’s enough.

Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique – Level 5 (23/50)

Zhang Yu thought:

This cultivation method really is like Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa—it has an unspoken condition: hope.

You must believe there’s a path forward, or the technique can’t fully awaken.

After over ten minutes, they stepped out of the subway station and walked toward a towering skyscraper in the city center.

The building pierced the sky like a spear, so tall it seemed to split the clouds.

A faint smile tugged at Zhang Yu’s lips.

This was the Songyang headquarters of Xianyun Group—the very same place he’d once come to for a job testing martial arts techniques.

Now, he was here as a brand ambassador, shooting an advertisement.

After checking in at the front desk and following directions, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen stepped out of the elevator—only to be greeted by a wall of Xianyun Group’s promotional posters.

Fetal Muscle Enhancement Class – Make your baby more confident from birth.

Elderly Longevity Class – Live one day, live another.

Medical Insurance Defeater Training Program – How to bankrupt your opponent in three moves.

Zhang Yu couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer scale of Xianyun Group—its reach, its influence, its terrifyingly broad range of services.

"Xianyun Group’s customer base is seriously impressive," he said.

"Of course!" Bai Zhenzhen chimed in. "Sure, their core business is education—but they can educate everyone."

"From the womb to the grave—now that’s a complete life cycle! The only thing they haven’t sold to yet… is death. But I reckon it’s coming."

As she mused, they stopped in front of another poster—featuring Zhang Pianpian.

Sacred Scroll of Talismanic Magic – Eastern Region 12-City Joint Examination

The #1 High School Talisman Expert: Zhang Pianpian

Co-developed by Xianyun Group and the Eight Great Righteous Gods, featuring over 10,000 real talisman examples. Every buyer gets personal divine guidance.

Standard Edition: 888,888 yuan. Deluxe Edition: 1,888,888 yuan.

Zhang Yu blinked. "A Zhen… how many eights is that? I can’t even count!"

"Can’t count 880,000 and 1.88 million? You’re so poor." Bai Zhenzhen stared at the poster, eyes shining. "Our foster mother was a Xianyun Group ambassador? I wonder how much she got paid."

Then she glanced at the “Eastern Region 12-City Joint Examination – Talisman Champion” label.

"Wait… the top talisman expert in a 12-city joint exam?"

Zhang Yu knew Kunxu’s first layer was vast—over 20 million square kilometers, entirely land, no oceans. The number of cities was beyond anything from his previous life.

The Eastern Region 12-City Joint Examination was an annual elite test, organized by the top high schools across 12 cities in Kunxu’s east. All participants were senior year students—essentially a dress rehearsal for the national college entrance exam.

"To rank first in that exam… she must’ve spent a fortune."

Zhang Yu’s curiosity deepened.

"How did she even get this good at talismans? It’s gotta cost a fortune."

As Bai Zhenzhen wandered off to meet the production team, Zhang Yu pressed his fingers to the beads at his chest and whispered:

"Do you know why her talisman skills are so high?

And… what did you mean by that ‘Divine Path’ you mentioned before?"

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