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Chapter 147: Gradually Taking the Shape of a Double Agent
On the matter of loans, Zhang Yu had initially been cautious when he first arrived in Kunxu.
This wariness stemmed from both the memories of his former self and the instinctive distrust embedded in his previous life—deep-rooted aversions to debt.
But after more than half a year of living in Kunxu, having witnessed countless people take loans and still thrive, his mindset had slowly shifted.
“Enhancing the body with medicine, borrowing money to earn…,” Zhang Yu thought to himself with a quiet sigh.
“I’m being assimilated by Kunxu more and more. I’m becoming just like a local here.”
Yet he didn’t mind. People had to adapt to their environment. If you wanted to climb higher in Kunxu, you had to play by Kunxu’s rules.
Enhancing the body meant taking pills. Cultivating the Dao meant borrowing money.
In no time, Zhang Yu had successfully secured funds across multiple platforms.
Now, with monthly repayments made on time, his bank transaction history was skyrocketing, his grades had dramatically improved, and the combined loan capacity from all sources had now reached an additional 1 million.
And so, in a flash, 1 million yuan appeared in his account.
“Adding the original 15,000 per month, with 40,000 in interest payments each month, by the time I finish high school, I’ll have to repay all 1.7 million in principal across platforms.”
“Plus the 5,000 from the Interest-Free Loan—that makes 45,000 total monthly repayment.”
Staring at the cold, hard balance of over 1.3 million yuan, Zhang Yu exhaled slowly.
There was a heavy weight on his shoulders, yes—but also a fierce, unrelenting drive to push forward, to go all-in.
Beside him, Bai Zhenzhen, who had always borrowed less than Zhang Yu, now unleashed her full potential, securing another 900,000 in loans in one go.
Her eyes burned with determination, already eager to return and merge the funds into her flesh and blood, accelerating her cultivation.
Over ten hours later, the two finally returned to Songyang City, resuming their relentless charge along the immortal path.
Time, as always, raced forward with them.
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Inside the apartment, Zhang Yu removed his usual weighted suit and pulled out his newly purchased Training Skin.
This strange garment—somehow crafted with Immortal Dao Technology—looked like a thin layer of human skin. Its texture was eerily lifelike, almost indistinguishable from real flesh.
Gazing at it, Zhang Yu muttered, “Could this… actually be made from a real expert’s skin?”
Given what he knew about Kunxu, such a thing wasn’t impossible.
Fujie scoffed. “You think you’re buying genuine human skin with that kind of budget?”
“Obviously synthetic. It’ll only reach 99% fit. Nothing’s perfect.”
As Zhang Yu slipped it on, the Training Skin seamlessly bonded with his body, becoming a second layer of skin.
It immediately imposed a strong, constant pressure on his muscles, forcing him to continuously exert internal strength to resist it—like being in a perpetual state of physical training.
But he felt no discomfort. In fact, he thought it was far superior to his old weighted suit.
After a moment, Zhang Yu opened his phone, launched the Training Skin’s management app, and tapped off.
The pressure vanished instantly. He barely noticed the skin was still there.
“Breathable. Sweat comes through. Doesn’t interfere with Qi circulation.”
“No wonder it’s 100,000 yuan. Now I can train constantly, without even needing to put it on.”
“And I can shut it off whenever I want.”
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Protected Zone. Hatching Room.
Little panda An An curled up with her large tail, watching Bai Zhenzhen meditate.
She thought to herself: They’ve been training nonstop—those two must’ve extended their session time by at least double.
Wonder if they’ve also extended their tutoring time for Wenwu?
Though seeing them siphon off Hongta’s Spirit Energy made her wince—another hit to the company’s assets.
But she kept her expression neutral.
After all, to someone like her—still struggling with basic elementary knowledge—high school students were already celestial prodigies.
And now, facing Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen—top-tier competitors from Key High Schools, especially after learning their grades—An An felt a deep sense of inferiority.
She knew she was nothing compared to them. Pure ignorance.
Especially Bai Zhenzhen’s icy demeanor made her feel utterly dismissed.
But when Bai Zhenzhen turned to leave, An An quickly hopped forward on her short limbs, blocking her path.
“This… for you.”
Bai Zhenzhen glanced at the piece of Demon Beast Meat tied with a ribbon.
“…For me?”
An An said, “Thank you for tutoring Xiong Wenwu.”
She looked nervous.
Bai Zhenzhen accepted the meat, then asked, “Your Demon Beast Meat usually has unsold leftovers, right?”
“Why not sell it to me at a discount? I’ve been planning to stock up for nourishment.”
An An gasped. “Are you asking me to betray company interests?”
Bai Zhenzhen grinned, ruffling An An’s ears.
“You wouldn’t want Wenwu’s grades to drop, would you? Just a small discount?”
“And if you’re uneasy about the money, you can always use it to subsidize Wenwu’s learning expenses.”
An An sighed inwardly.
So this is how it feels to go from best employee… to company traitor.
She now felt 2,000 yuan in salary was a burden she didn’t deserve.
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Back in the apartment, Zhang Yu lit up a row of new floodlights.
The room, once bright, turned blinding white—then so intense that even Zhang Yu’s silhouette vanished entirely.
Under the overwhelming light, he activated his Great Sun Qi Sea, feeling the Dao Energy within him surge like molten lava.
In this extreme environment, he began cultivating Chisui Hunyuanqi.
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Late June.
Inside the apartment, a cardboard box in the corner was filled with various potions Le Mulan had brought for Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.
Le Mulan tossed her worn-out clothes into a nearby trash bin.
The day’s sweat had left her skin dry and tight.
As she changed, she remarked, “Your strength’s increased a lot lately.”
Zhang Yu smiled. “Thanks to your potions. Every time I take them, I feel unstoppable.”
Le Mulan glanced at the floor, seeing Zhang Yu staring intently at the spilled liquid.
She warned, “The oral Bone and Muscle Enhancement Serum works best.”
Zhang Yu still couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He stood abruptly, seizing the moment to absorb the liquid and begin cultivating Chisui Hunyuanqi.
Le Mulan’s eyes flickered with surprise.
As she stepped out, she murmured, “Next time you want me to prepare something, just tell me in advance.”
Back at Ziyun High School, overwhelmed by the excessive sweat, Le Mulan downed several glasses of water.
After finishing one, she turned to Lian Tianji and said, “Get me another glass.”
“And next time I leave campus, make sure a full bucket of water is ready.”
Lian Tianji nodded.
What kind of real combat training causes this much sweat? he wondered.
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Songyang High School.
In the rental Spirit Root office, Wei Xin stared at Zhang Yu, stunned.
“You said… you want to rent it for how long?”
Zhang Yu declared boldly, “If there’s a monthly package, what’s the best discount?”
Though Bai Zhenzhen had her Zhen Linggen, which could be rotated, even with residual effects, it was still shared between two people.
Now, with cash in hand, Zhang Yu’s plan was clear: rent a Muscle Growth Spirit Root—so while Bai Zhenzhen used her root, he could use his own.
That way, both could train around the clock.
Wei Xin nodded eagerly, eyes gleaming.
“Of course we can offer a discount. For a Muscle Growth Spirit Root, monthly rental is 2 million yuan.”
Zhang Yu froze.
Had he just been too hasty?
“…Nah. Better go by the hour. More flexible.”
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End of June.
Bailong High School.
Yu Xinghan and Zhang Yu blurred through the air, clashing in a fierce exchange.
Feeling the raw power behind Zhang Yu’s strike, Yu Xinghan asked, “Did you learn the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm?”
Zhang Yu unleashed a palm strike—roaring like a dragon, thundering like an elephant—and roared back, “Because of you, I spent 200,000 yuan on this technique. Shouldn’t you be compensating me?”
Yu Xinghan laughed, returning the blow with equal force.
“If you’re blaming anyone, blame your own cultivation talent. It’s what’s driving up the cost.”
In truth, Yu Xinghan had already suspected this.
He knew Zhang Yu would eventually learn such a pure martial technique—especially one that relied on raw physical power.
But that was exactly his plan.
Because when Zhang Yu used the same technique, Yu Xinghan could use his third eye to absorb and replicate Zhang Yu’s physical mastery.
He just didn’t want to admit it—because if Zhang Yu knew, he’d immediately ask for extra payment.
Good. Good. He figured it out on his own and bought it. Saves me money.
Still, seeing Zhang Yu—so poor—spend 200,000 yuan made Yu Xinghan feel a flicker of guilt.
Sorry, Zhang Yu. But in the Immortal Path, it’s either you spend more… or I do.
To go further, we can’t afford to give an inch.
Next year’s Foundation Establishment Exam—I have to pass. For that, I’ll cut every cost. I’ll save every coin.
As for Zhang Yu’s chances in the exam?
Yu Xinghan didn’t even consider it.
In his eyes, Zhang Yu was strapped for cash.
The gap between them would only widen.
No competition.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu practiced the Level 1 Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm, glancing at the Feather Scroll:
Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm – Level 3 (5/30)
He felt the subtle improvements the technique brought to his form.
With Chisui Hunyuanqi consuming most of his daily cultivation time, he only had real combat training sessions to practice other martial arts.
So he’d bought the right to use the technique—using real combat with Yu Xinghan as a chance to refine it.
He thought to himself:
Sorry, Yu Xinghan. To me, practicing the Level 1 technique or my max-level version—it’s the same training effect.
But I can’t reveal how absurdly talented I am.
So I’ll use the Level 1 version to train with you. Sacrificing your training quality, for my own benefit.
Because to pass the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate this year, I’ll stop at nothing. I’ll seize every chance to grow stronger.
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Time flowed on—Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen spent recklessly, trained relentlessly.
Before they knew it, it was early July.
With only one and a half months left until the first round of the Foundation Establishment Exam in mid-August.
That day at Songyang High School, Lan Ling led a group of sophomore students toward the freshman campus.
He mused: Zhang Pianpian’s been gone for half a month. The contract on Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen hasn’t been reassigned. Just… left hanging?
Leaving them on the first floor?
Let’s test it. See if Zhang Pianpian left any arrangements for these two penniless stragglers.
Lan Ling decided to repeat what he’d done months ago—use a combat class to give them a taste of humiliation.
The memory of their insolent attitude—two poor kids, low-ranked juniors, daring to challenge him, a wealthy senior—still made him uneasy.
But it wasn’t just personal pride driving him.
He’d received a call that morning from Zhou Chichen and Le Jingchen of Ziyun.
Lan Ling thought: Letting two underachievers from outside the Top Ten keep claiming spots in the competition… it’s starting to piss people off.
(End of Chapter)
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