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Chapter 136: Le Mulan's Rotation, Rapid Progress (Still Need 7 More Monthly Tickets)
Le Mulan said with genuine interest, “What kind of potion do you want? Body-enhancing? Or one to boost your Martial Energy? I can drink extra before my next visit.”
Zhang Yu gave her a puzzled look. “What are you planning?”
Inside, Le Mulan thought, I just want to see if you can hold out and not drink my sweat.
She recalled how, during the Martial Arts Competition, he had once refused a cool 400,000 yuan.
She knew that if she admitted her curiosity out loud, he’d probably refuse outright.
So instead, she decided to subtly inflate the value of the potion—just to see whether Zhang Yu would eventually give in… and drink it.
The thought passed in an instant. She smiled and said, “You’ve been a great service provider, so this is just a small favor for me. I don’t mind helping you out.”
Zhang Yu pondered for a moment. “I’ve been focusing on body cultivation lately.”
Le Mulan nodded. “Got it. Before my next visit, I’ll inject myself with ten doses of Bone and Muscle Enhancement Serum.”
“That’s normally a Strengthening Medicine for late-stage Qi Consolidation cultivators,” she added, “but with my Super Metabolism, it’s just right—so much so that even the metabolized byproducts could be usable by you.”
“The serum effectively increases bone density, enhances muscle fiber repair efficiency, and boosts your absorption of Spirit Energy and nutrients.”
“Each vial costs 10,000 yuan.”
“Oral intake works better than topical application.”
Seeing his stunned expression, Le Mulan smirked. A new spark of anticipation flared in her chest.
She was curious—really curious—about whether Zhang Yu would actually drink the serum next time.
She opened the door and, after giving a nod to Bai Zhenzhen waiting outside, turned and walked away.
As soon as Bai Zhenzhen stepped into the room, her eyes immediately locked onto the damp patch on the floor.
Zhang Yu, watching her lick her lips, rolled his eyes. “A Zhen, you can’t lick that!”
Bai Zhenzhen sighed in disappointment. “So wasteful, Yu? That potion smells premium—totally worth a fortune. Just one lick could net you at least fifty bucks.”
“Don’t go getting cocky just because you’ve made a little money. You still need to practice thrift. We’re still poor, remember?”
Zhang Yu sighed. “You can’t just do anything for money.”
Bai Zhenzhen waved it off. “Money can buy anything. What’s wrong with doing anything for it?”
Zhang Yu was speechless. In Kunxu, truly, anything could be bought with money.
He tried another angle. “A Zhen, the bottom line is lowered step by step. If we’re willing to lick the sweat of the rich just to save a few bucks, what’s next? Becoming their lapdogs?”
“Remember how you once told me not to gamble during the Mana Competition? Same principle—once you take one step back, you’ll keep stepping back.”
He gestured to the lingering scent of the potion still clinging to his skin. “If you really want to try it, just rub it on the floor—or on me.”
“Fine,” Bai Zhenzhen nodded. “You’ve got a point. I’ll just rub it on you.”
She ran her hands over Zhang Yu’s arm, then smeared the potion across her own body.
Zhang Yu pointed to the bag beside the bed. “That’s the medicine I bought from Le Mulan. She brought it over today.”
Then he swallowed the Hunyuan Pill whole, feeling the 24,000 yuan’s worth of potency surge through his body.
“Gotta get to work while the effects last,” he said. “A Zhen, lend me Zhen Linggen for a bit.”
“Mm-hmm,” Bai Zhenzhen nodded, pressing her body tightly against his from behind.
As she inhaled the rich, medicinal aroma wafting from him, greedily absorbing every trace of the potion, she fed the Spirit Root into Zhang Yu’s body.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu was fully immersed in his cultivation of Chisui Hunyuanqi.
First, the potion residue from Le Mulan seeped into his body, replenishing his stamina and aiding recovery, amplifying the effects of his training.
Then, the Hunyuan Pill’s power flooded his limbs and marrow, intensifying the strength of his flesh and bones as Chisui Hunyuanqi circulated.
Next, the Great Sun Qi Sea surged, accelerating his metabolism, speeding up drug absorption, and fueling the transformation of his entire body.
And after Zhang Yu used the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique to calm his mind and reduce mental strain, his metabolism skyrocketed even further.
Finally, Zhen Linggen continuously exhaled and inhaled Spirit Energy, supporting his Chisui Hunyuanqi cultivation while slowly, steadily nourishing his flesh, tendons, and nerves.
Layer upon layer of enhancement—Zhang Yu’s Physical Strength Level was being pushed to new heights.
At that moment, he thought of nothing. He felt nothing. He was simply cycling Chisui Hunyuanqi again and again, feeling his strength rise, his body grow stronger with every breath.
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Back at Ziyun High School.
A group of students stared at the faint bruise on Le Mulan’s wrist, eyes filled with envy.
“The Almighty Number One in the grade is off for Real Combat Training again?”
Another student groaned with jealousy. “To be the Sparring Partner of the Almighty First… even leave a mark on her… such a beautiful dream. I can’t even imagine it.”
A short distance away, Lian Tianji overheard and sneered inwardly. What cowards these people are.
Why not dream?
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The next day.
No Le Mulan.
Instead, Bai Zhenzhen pulled out a row of syringes, infused them with Martial Energy, and with hands blurring into afterimages, began injecting Zhang Yu’s body one after another.
It was the Nine Dragons Needle Technique she’d learned from the competition team.
To pass the Foundation Establishment Certificate exam, to further boost his Physical Strength Level—Zhang Yu had finally decided to go for injections.
Of course, it was also because his internal organs had grown stronger, and the accumulated toxins from previous medicines had already been largely expelled through his Chisui Hunyuanqi cultivation.
So he decided to try the injections—stop if any discomfort arose.
The medicine came from Le Mulan’s channel, bought at 80% off—costing 10,500 yuan. Even cheaper than the competition team’s prices.
After comparing, she found the team’s best deal was only 90% off, and higher-tier potions barely hit 98%—nothing compared to Le Mulan’s offer.
Zhang Yu remembered one of the team’s perks: winning first place in the Physical Fitness Competition unlocked a 20,000 yuan subsidy for purchasing a Body-Refining Technique.
But he wasn’t ready to switch techniques yet. He’d save the subsidy for later.
Now, each injection, placed at different points and rhythms by Bai Zhenzhen, was amplified by Mana Oscillation, driving the medicine deep into Zhang Yu’s muscles and bones.
After the full Nine Dragons Needle Technique was completed, Zhang Yu felt the 10,500 yuan’s worth of medicine flooding into his flesh, nourishing him with fierce intensity.
The surge of qi also sharpened his senses, making his body more sensitive—more attuned to every nuance of his own physical state.
As Bai Zhenzhen finished, she wrapped her arms around Zhang Yu from behind, ready to pass the Spirit Root.
But just as she pressed close, Zhang Yu suddenly bent forward—surprising her.
She blinked, confused.
Then she realized.
No… it’s not me. It’s him.
Zhang Yu had gone bare-chested, just to make the injections easier.
And now, Bai Zhenzhen—wearing only a thin T-shirt—was pressed tightly against him.
The thin barrier did nothing to block his perception.
Every point of contact, every shift of pressure—her arms, her waist, her chest—each detail was crystal clear in his mind.
Especially as he leaned forward, the friction between them intensified, setting his nerves on fire.
Zhang Yu finally understood.
Damn it. No wonder they say you have to cut the root. How the hell are you supposed to train like this?
In that moment, he became a staunch supporter of Songyang High School’s policy—though he didn’t need it himself, thanks to his iron will and extreme self-discipline.
So he declared, voice firm, “A Zhen, hand over the Spirit Root and get off. You’re disrupting my training.”
Bai Zhenzhen passed the root into him, curious. “Why are you bent over like that?”
Then it clicked.
She looked at him with disdain. “Look at you. I told you to get it cut, but you wouldn’t listen. If you ever fail the Foundation Establishment Certificate, it’ll be your own fault.”
Zhang Yu waved dismissively. “No problem. I have supreme willpower. A little distraction isn’t worth spending money to suppress.”
With that, he activated the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique—his mind now like a crippled ox trudging through mud, pushing forward with relentless will.
After a moment, Zhang Yu exhaled deeply, feeling his entire body burning with medicinal energy.
He immediately began cultivating Chisui Hunyuanqi with renewed vigor.
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And so it went: when Le Mulan came, he’d soak up her potion. When she didn’t, Bai Zhenzhen would use the Nine Dragons Needle Technique.
With both methods rotating, Zhang Yu’s Physical Strength Level skyrocketed day by day.
And Bai Zhenzhen benefited too—snagging secondhand potion residue, buying cheap Strengthening Medicine.
Especially as Zhen Linggen rotated in and out, each time returning to her body, she felt a growing heat within.
Zhen Linggen was adapting to Zhang Yu—slowly, but surely, beginning to absorb the essence of the sun and moon.
Now, Bai Zhenzhen could draw Spirit Energy directly from the radiant light.
In the rented apartment, the night after night, more and more spotlights appeared—bought by Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen. The entire room glowed bright under their beams, allowing the Great Sun Qi Sea and Zhen Linggen to absorb even more Spirit Energy.
Time flew.
By early May, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen began to realize: to meet their August goal, their progress in Martial Energy and Dao Heart was still too slow.
So one day, they traveled 90 kilometers outside Songyang City’s center, to the Protected Zone.
They had a meeting scheduled with Xiong Wenwu—about the matter of the Spirit Vein.
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Still repaying my monthly ticket debt… please, one more vote?
(End of Chapter)
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