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Chapter 176: Unlocking Yu Xinghan's Potential
Bailong High School.
Training Hall.
With the room’s door fully sealed shut, only Yu Xinghan and Zhang Yu remained inside.
Looking at Yu Xinghan, whose entire body radiated intense battle spirit, Zhang Yu tilted his head slightly and asked, “You called me here in such a hurry—this isn’t just about Real Combat Training, is it?”
Yu Xinghan stared at Zhang Yu, memories flashing through his mind—of their first meeting. Back then, he had effortlessly surpassed Zhang Yu in the Sports Competition. But that victory had slipped through his fingers, crushed under Li Xuelian’s dominance.
The image of Li Xuelian effortlessly suppressing him in that competition made his fists clench involuntarily.
He shook his head sharply, banishing the distraction, and refocused on Zhang Yu.
In recent months of Real Combat Training, Yu Xinghan had noticed Zhang Yu’s steady progress—his relentless drive to catch up. Yet, to his surprise, Zhang Yu had quietly surpassed him.
Especially in the Foundation Establishment Exam, Zhang Yu had demonstrated a Physical Control Ability during the Feast Battle that clearly outmatched his own. And in later martial arts studies, Zhang Yu had displayed an astonishing learning speed.
Thinking this through, Yu Xinghan finally spoke:
“Recently, on the path of cultivation, I’ve faced a crucial decision.”
“Should I push forward through hardship, or take a detour around it? Honestly, I’ve been torn.”
Zhang Yu nodded, understanding. “The hesitation between difficulty and ease—it’s really just fear of failure, despite your desire to push forward.”
Yu Xinghan let out a wry laugh. “You’re right. So I thought… I need to put pressure on myself. I want to find the resolve I’m missing—by pushing you to your limits.”
“We’ll have a private spar today. No matter the outcome, it stays between us.”
“I only ask one thing, Zhang Yu—give it your all. Let’s settle this once and for all.”
Zhang Yu sensed the fierce battle lust in Yu Xinghan’s eyes—but beneath it, he saw something else.
This guy… he’s not here to win. He’s here to lose.
Zhang Yu thought to himself: After the Foundation Establishment Exam, he must’ve realized my actual combat strength is above his. So he’s seeking defeat—to force himself to make a decision.
Zhang Yu nodded. “Yu Xinghan, I feel your determination. I feel your will.”
“But frankly? What does it matter to me?”
Go all out? Fight to the finish? Zhang Yu had no interest in that. Either of them getting hurt would be a hassle—plus, the training hall’s decorations would probably need repairs. And if any plants got trampled, that’d be another bill to pay.
As Zhang Yu turned to leave, Yu Xinghan didn’t seem surprised. After all, he’d long known Zhang Yu was just like him—exceptionally talented in the Dao, and never one to risk losing money. He was also a master at making it.
“Let’s stop pretending,” Yu Xinghan said. “If you beat me, I’ll give you ten thousand yuan.”
Zhang Yu paused. “You’re a Golden Core Disciple. The top student at Bailong High School.”
“Want to raise the stakes?” Yu Xinghan said. “Twenty thousand. That’s all I’ve got—my entire savings.”
Feeling the firmness in Yu Xinghan’s tone, Zhang Yu knew further negotiation was pointless. He shrugged. “Alright, for friendship’s sake—twenty thousand it is. I’ll give you a discount.”
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yu’s foot slammed down—Boom!—a thunderous explosion echoed through the room, and he shot forward like a cannonball.
“Nice sneak attack!” Yu Xinghan roared, unleashing his Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm to meet the charge.
Zhang Yu responded with the same technique, palms colliding in a deafening clash that split the air.
Yu Xinghan staggered back a step, eyes widening as Zhang Yu stood unmoved.
“Keep going!” he growled.
They clashed again and again with the Dragon-Elephant Palm, Zhang Yu using his Subcutaneous Spirit Armor for defense, combined with Wuji Yunshou and Bumu Yinfa techniques to deflect and redirect force. He quickly gained the upper hand.
Yu Xinghan then unleashed his full speed, closing the distance in an instant and engaging in brutal close-quarters combat—fists, elbows, shoulders, knees—all weapons in his arsenal. With a flurry of martial arts, he attacked like a storm, aiming to tear apart Zhang Yu’s defenses.
But Zhang Yu, facing the onslaught, erupted with a surge of white Wuxiang Yun'gang—cloud-like spirals swirling around him like storm vortices, effortlessly absorbing every blow.
Wuji Yunshou Level 10 — Activated.
It had been over half a year since Zhang Yu obtained Wuji Yunshou. In recent weeks, he’d begun using its full Level 10 form without hesitation.
Now, he was wreathed in swirling white mist, forming dynamic vortexes that manipulated, redirected, absorbed, and even reflected every attack. Not only did he neutralize Yu Xinghan’s assault, but he also sent shockwaves through his opponent’s vital energies, gradually eroding Yu Xinghan’s strength.
Yu Xinghan ignored it all, pressing forward with relentless fury—determined to break through the mist and reveal the truth beneath.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two clashed like two titans, each strike thundering through the air like cannon fire.
After over thirty minutes of nonstop battle, Zhang Yu watched Yu Xinghan slowly retreat.
“Give up?” he asked.
Yu Xinghan gasped for breath, his muscles and meridians aching as if repeatedly hammered by iron hammers. He could barely stand. Every fiber of his body screamed exhaustion.
He stared at Zhang Yu, still wrapped in his swirling cloud of energy, and thought: This kid’s just… too tough.
Every time he struck those ethereal clouds, it felt like hitting steel. And even when he shattered them, Zhang Yu could instantly regenerate. His martial energy showed no sign of depletion.
Worst of all, every time Yu Xinghan struck, Zhang Yu’s counter-impact rattled his bones and nerves—draining his strength with every blow.
He’d known Zhang Yu’s skill in redirecting force was exceptional—but to be utterly defeated despite giving it everything? The humiliation burned deep.
“I was the one chosen by my master… the Golden Core Disciple.”
“I received all his investment, training, and attention. I’m a student at Bailong High School. And yet… I lost to Zhang Yu?”
Seeing Yu Xinghan’s crestfallen expression, Zhang Yu said, “Hey… you okay?”
“Because if you are, can we talk about payment?”
Yu Xinghan shot him a glare. Then, activating the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, he summoned a fresh surge of battle spirit—forcing himself to hold on to the burning resentment, shame, and frustration from the fight.
He told himself: Still trying to be tough? You just lost to Zhang Yu. What right do you have to be stubborn?
In that moment, Yu Xinghan made his decision.
He would conquer his physical instincts with sheer willpower—starting today, he would give up his desires.
He opened his phone and typed:
Day 1 of conquering my instincts.
As he prepared to send the money to Zhang Yu, Fujie suddenly spoke:
“Wait… did he get a vasectomy reversal?”
“You didn’t notice? There’s something… off in his movements during combat.”
Zhang Yu blinked. Damn, your eyes are sharp.
Then it hit him.
During the Foundation Establishment Exam… Zheng Shen had arranged for him to undergo a surgery before continuing cultivation.
Could the technique he’s using be something like Yin-Yang Harmony Great Art? So he needed to reverse the surgery first?
Did he use the exam as an excuse to get a free, official restoration?
Given how desperate Yu Xinghan was for money—and how much he’d always been willing to cut corners—Zhang Yu couldn’t rule it out. The guy had gotten away with a huge advantage.
Fujie added, “Now’s your chance. Introduce him to Hongta Group for seed selling. You’ll get a referral fee.”
“With his obsession with money, he’ll probably agree.”
“Yesterday’s board member who was so interested in you? She’ll definitely take notice. Let’s be honest—this guy’s genetic quality is better than yours.”
“Not only do you get rid of a potential problem… you make money too. A win-win.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up—but he hesitated. Could Yu Xinghan be bound by Xinghuo Immortal’s Contract?
Fujie chuckled. “Targeting bloodlines, manipulating ancestral fate—those are concerns for the upper echelons of Kunxu. They strictly control their descendants. Otherwise, Kunxu would’ve been overrun by immortal heirs long ago.”
“But I saved this for you because I believe you’ll rise to the top.”
“Those lower-tier beings—like Xinghuo Immortal, a failed Jin Dan Immortal—don’t even think about such things.”
“Once Yu Xinghan becomes famous and strong enough… Xinghuo Immortal might even offer to restore him—then recruit him to sell protein.”
Zhang Yu decided to try.
He looked at Yu Xinghan. “Xinghan, I’ve got a side hustle. Easy money. Want to give it a shot?”
Yu Xinghan raised an eyebrow, suspicious. “Easy money? There’s no such thing.”
…
Hours later.
Hongta Tower.
Yu Xinghan sat nervously in the Meditation Chamber after completing his medical exam.
On the screen before him, a parade of stunningly beautiful men and women flashed by—gorgeous, alluring, tempting.
He waved his hand frantically. “No real people. Don’t give me real ones.”
This body’s already cursed enough. I’m practically disabled as it is.
If I get involved with someone real… a romance? That’d ruin my life for good.
A calm voice replied from the screen:
“Our company ensures the most comfortable experience for every seed donor. Would you like a puppet instead?”
Yu Xinghan waved again, about to refuse—then paused.
The voice continued: “Puppets can be customized to any appearance…”
After a long silence, Yu Xinghan asked, “Can I upload a photo? You adjust it to match?”
A few minutes later, he uploaded a photo of Li Xuelian.
One hour later, exhausted and collapsed on the floor, Yu Xinghan felt something shift.
His mind was clear—empty of restless thoughts. The unbearable tension was gone.
He tried practicing Tiangang Qigong. Without mental distractions, his pure yang aura coalesced effortlessly. His cultivation advanced rapidly.
After an hour, the desire stirred again. He called for the puppet.
And so it went—earn money when desire flared, train when it faded.
A cycle of profit and cultivation.
Yu Xinghan felt sharper than ever, more focused. But his body was drained.
“Hahaha! Is there really such a perfect system in the world?”
“A bit tiring… and my protein levels are dropping fast. But with enough demonic beast powder, I’ll recover.”
(End of Chapter)
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