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Chapter 152: Zhang Yu's Connections
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Zhang Yu didn’t wait for Le Mulan’s reply before sending the same message to Xiong Wenwu and Yu Xinghan. The content was nearly identical—requesting contact with someone influential at their respective schools, to secure funds for him and Bai Zhenzhen to withdraw from the upcoming competition.
Meanwhile, at Ziyun High School.
Le Jingchen glanced at the message from his younger sister, a faint smile playing on his lips. “So he’s coming to negotiate prices on his own now?”
“Looks like Zhou Chichen can’t keep him in line anymore.”
After a pause, Le Jingchen didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he turned to Le Mulan and asked, “What do you think of Zhang Yu?”
Le Mulan blinked in surprise at her brother’s sudden question. “Which aspect?”
Le Jingchen:
After the Martial Arts Competition, how much has his strength improved?
If he enters the upcoming Dao Heart Competition, could he place?
I know you’ve been training with him lately—what’s his current state like?
Le Mulan stared at the message, recalling their sparring sessions. His powerful frame, dense muscle, flawless technique—each session made her feel the money she’d spent was well worth it.
But she knew her brother wasn’t asking about physical prowess.
This was about the Dao Heart Competition.
“Regarding the Dao Heart…” Le Mulan suddenly remembered Zhang Yu crouching on the ground after each training session, staring at the spilled medicinal liquid on the floor.
She thought to herself: If this were any other high schooler, they’d have drunk it all by now.
She typed back:
“Zhang Yu is someone who can resist even the most tempting temptations.”
Le Jingchen:
Any concrete examples?
Le Mulan:
He managed to resist licking the sweat I spilled on the floor.
After reading her reply, Le Jingchen shot back:
“What kind of thing is that?!”
Le Jingchen:
You’ve taken so many lab-made supplements—what if Zhang Yu collected your sweat and sold it to pharmaceutical companies for analysis?
Le Mulan:
You’re right—I was careless. From now on, I’ll make sure he cleans up every drop in front of me.
Le Jingchen:
That’s more like it.
Le Mulan:
Anyway, I’m serious—Zhang Yu’s willpower is exceptional. Bai Zhenzhen might be a little weaker, but she’s not far behind.
If they enter the Dao Heart Competition, they’ll likely place well.
And if we can buy their withdrawal for a reasonable sum, it’s a smart move.
Le Mulan closed her phone, then suddenly remembered the Martial Arts Competition, when she’d offered 400,000 yuan to have Zhang Yu withdraw—only to be rejected.
She thought quietly: In the end… you really did change, didn’t you?
…
Inside Hongta’s Protected Zone.
A massive beast lay sprawled across the ground, its skull split open as if by some monstrous force.
A burly man, bare-chested and smeared in blood, knelt beside it, tearing into the creature’s flesh with his bare hands.
He turned his bloodied face toward Xiong Wenwu and growled, “What do you want?”
Xiong Wenwu relayed Zhang Yu’s request.
The man paused, chewing thoughtfully. “Zhang Yu… I remember him. You fought him, didn’t you? What’s your take? Could he still place in the upcoming Dao Heart Competition?”
Xiong Wenwu recalled Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s recent interactions—first their Hatching Room rental deals, then Bai Zhenzhen buying demon beast meat from An An, who in turn gave him a cut.
Before coming here, Xiong Wenwu had already thought this through.
“Selling competition slots? They really are strapped for cash.”
“But given their status, it makes more sense to take the money now than to compete.”
Then another thought struck him—were Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen struggling financially because they’d spent so much on his services? Especially since An An had mentioned they’d been training longer and longer in the Hatching Room lately.
“If they had more money, they’d probably be spending even more on me.”
A few seconds passed in silence.
Xiong Wenwu bowed slightly and replied, “I haven’t interacted with them much, but on the battlefield, I sensed their willpower was ironclad, their Dao Heart like forged steel.”
“After all, someone who clawed their way up from poverty can’t be weak-willed.”
“Judging by their control during the Martial Arts and Physical Fitness Competitions, their Dao Heart is definitely strong.”
“If they enter the Dao Heart Competition, they could definitely place.”
“Offering 700,000 to 800,000 yuan to keep them out? That’s a smart investment.”
…
At Bailong High School.
Yu Xinghan knocked on the door. “Senior, why didn’t you reply to my message?”
A voice inside snapped: “Leave me alone!”
“This damn Student Union is beyond exhausting!”
“Our top priority as high schoolers is studying, grades, and competitions!”
“What the hell is this nonsense—petty power struggles and petty politics? How can I focus on my cultivation like this?!”
Yu Xinghan: “But isn’t this exactly what you’re supposed to handle?”
The voice snapped back: “Because the previous president dumped every stupid task on me!”
“But now the old crew’s all gone—I’m the boss now!”
“I’m done with this Student Union. I’m quitting—from now until university interview season, I’m focusing only on my own cultivation!”
“If you’ve got something to say, go talk to Song Hailong from the Song family—he’s taken over as Vice President.”
So Yu Xinghan went to find Song Hailong and explained the situation.
Yu Xinghan: “That’s the whole story.”
Song Hailong listened, then said coolly: “It’s not just the next Dao Heart Competition, is it? They’ll probably keep doing this for every future competition.”
“They’re not like us. No chance of getting into the Top Ten. What’s the point of winning titles or building a flashy resume? Better to just take the money.”
Song Hailong, the heir of the Song family, had heard whispers from wealthy families frustrated by Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen stealing competition spots.
He added, almost wistfully: “I just feel sorry. I’ll never get a chance to beat them in competition again.”
Yu Xinghan: “Cut the talk—how much are you willing to approve?”
“Do you even realize their current strength? If they enter the Dao Heart Competition, they’ll definitely place.”
“I think 1 million yuan is a fair price to keep them out.”
Song Hailong gave him a strange look. Something about Yu Xinghan’s eagerness felt… off.
Yu Xinghan cleared his throat. “I’m doing this for Bailong High School’s reputation. We’re the strongest of the three top schools. If Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen drop out, our students will definitely take the top spots.”
Song Hailong frowned. “1 million… isn’t that a bit much?”
Yu Xinghan insisted: “What’s so much about it? After they’re gone, our rankings will jump at least one or two spots. Spending 1 million for that kind of gain—how’s that too much?”
“And it’s not even our money—it’s the school committee’s.”
Yu Xinghan placed a firm hand on Song Hailong’s shoulder, voice low and pressing:
“Who else in the school knows them better than we do?”
“This is the opinion of the first-year top student. I expect you to take it seriously.”
Seeing Yu Xinghan’s demeanor, Song Hailong thought to himself: Once Zhang Yu’s out, Yu Xinghan will be guaranteed first place. He really does care about rankings.
Still, it made sense—this was about university interviews, after all.
When Song Hailong finally nodded, Yu Xinghan smiled faintly and walked away.
Around the corner, he pulled out his phone and sent a reply:
1 million yuan—done.
Zhang Yu: [Like]
Don’t worry—I won’t let you down.
…
At Songyang High School.
Fujie looked at Yu Xinghan’s message and burst into laughter. “Told you he’d take a cut! After all my years navigating Kunxu, I never misjudge a person.”
Zhang Yu glanced at the other replies:
Ziyun High School agreed to 600,000 yuan after tax.
Hongta offered 700,000 after tax.
Bailong High School came in with 1 million after tax.
“Not bad—three top schools, truly generous. They even paid the taxes upfront.”
Total: 2.3 million yuan.
After deducting the 100,000 yuan cut for Yu Xinghan, that left 2.2 million.
Split between him and A Zhen—1.1 million each, after tax.
Zhang Yu exhaled quietly.
Just a few weeks ago, he’d been pouring money into the immortal path, and his bank balance had dwindled to barely 300,000 yuan.
Now, with 1.1 million added, he’d have enough to spend for a while.
“At least until the first round of the Foundation Establishment Exam next month—should be safe.”
Then he sighed, a hint of regret in his voice:
“Too bad we can’t sell our way out of the Dao Arts Competition next time.”
“The next new competition won’t be until next year.”
Though Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had wanted to sell out all the competitions at once, the three top schools refused.
Too much money, too long a process.
And many doubted Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen would still be this strong next year—or the year after.
Zhang Yu then pulled up a contact in his phone.
Bai Zhenzhen asked, “Yuzi, are you going to use Mother’s spirit talismans?”
Zhang Yu nodded. “Zhou Chichen and Lan Ling just got humiliated—they won’t let this go easily.”
Bai Zhenzhen agreed. “They’re stronger than us in real power. Even if they only came to spar, it’d be a constant hassle—distracting us from studying.”
Zhang Yu said, “So maybe we can scare them a little.”
Recalling Zhou Chichen’s words today, he added: “He suspects we have someone powerful backing us. He’s being extra cautious.”
“Scaring him might buy us some time.”
The next moment, Zhang Yu pulled up the screenshot of the Freeze Charm—one of the talismans left behind by Zhang Pianpian.
Freeze Charm:
A spirit talisman capable of freezing another person’s bank account.
The higher their faith level, the shorter the freeze duration.
(End of Chapter)
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