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Chapter 189: Zhang Yu's Time
From Wang Hai’s decades of life experience, he knew one thing for certain: whenever something seemed inexplicable in Kunxu, it was almost always the result of powerful forces manipulating events behind the scenes. Ordinary people who got entangled in the grand schemes of corporations and noble clans rarely ended well.
That very principle had kept Wang Hai nothing more than a gym teacher for over forty years. But paradoxically, it was also that same principle that had allowed him to still hold onto his gold-plated position as a top-tier physical education instructor—untouched by the storms of ambition and intrigue.
Lin Hui, on the other hand, was a new teacher at Songyang High School, only hired the year before. Wang Hai understood her mindset perfectly—how a fresh-faced, eager-to-advance rookie might seize any opportunity to profit quickly. He’d felt that way himself in his youth.
But regardless of whether it was Lin Hui or Zhang Yu in front of him now, Wang Hai didn’t believe either of them would come out of this unscathed.
“Sigh… Ordinary cultivators caught in the vortex between great powers might gain wealth at first,” he murmured. “But in the end, they usually lose everything—wiped out, left with nothing.”
“None of those higher-ups ever hand out free benefits without expecting something in return.”
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu remained skeptical even after receiving the Dragon-Elephant Preparation.
“This isn’t like Songyang High School’s usual culture,” he muttered. “There’s no way they’d hand out medicine like this for free. There’s gotta be a catch.”
Only when he saw everyone around him taking the drug—then instantly bursting with vitality, muscles flexing as they began their cultivation training—did Zhang Yu finally dare to try a small dose himself.
“Fine, I’ll test it,” he said. “My Chunqiu Wujin Chan is already at Level 10. Even if this stuff has poison, I should be able to purge it.”
The moment just a tiny bit of Dragon-Elephant Preparation entered his body, a scorching flame erupted within him—spreading through every vein, every nerve, like fire devouring his flesh.
His first instinct: This drug is insane—like an explosion inside me. I could dance for three days straight.
Then came the second feeling: This is toxic.
After pushing his Chunqiu Wujin Chan to Level 10, Zhang Yu had developed an almost supernatural sensitivity to poisons—both herbal and alchemical. Now, he could feel the poison in the drug, the residual toxins, were ten times stronger than any ordinary medicine.
But still within my control.
Yet, in public, he wasn’t about to reveal his Chunqiu Wujin Chan. So instead, he let the surge of power carry him into cultivating Chisui Hunyuanqi—channeling the energy through his body without exposing his true cultivation.
Lin Hui watched silently from the side, a faint, barely visible smile tugging at her lips.
This isn’t ordinary Dragon-Elephant Preparation, she thought. It’s Kuanglong Preparation.
Far more potent—boosts stamina, physical strength, and blood qi across the board, dramatically increasing cultivation efficiency. But there’s one fatal flaw…
Addiction.
Once you take it once, you’ll crave it again. And again. You can’t stop.
She could already picture it: Zhang Yu, addicted to the drug’s power, escalating his dosage, chasing the high, until he was nothing more than a trembling, pleading shadow at her feet.
…
The bell rang. Class ended. The day’s schedule closed.
Fujie sighed. “First, you can’t skip general education classes. Then, you’re forced to train only basic techniques in martial arts. Now, they’re giving you a poison-laced stimulant in physical education.”
“Each step is more unbearable than the last.”
Zhang Yu was grateful he’d gotten free access to the foundational techniques. But he also knew this wasn’t kindness—it was a trap.
Later, when he spoke with Fujie, she echoed his unease: “They’re clearly wasting your time. Are you really going to keep training in these basics?”
Zhang Yu remained calm. “I have my own plans. Strengthening the foundation is essential.”
Fujie didn’t understand. She could only guess it had something to do with Zhang Yu’s hidden potential.
But after class, Zhang Yu had already asked Bai Zhenzhen and the others about their experience. Their reactions were completely different—no fire, no shock, no sudden surge of power.
They weren’t given the same drug.
So the Strengthening Medicine was changed? Zhang Yu thought. This was all targeted at me.
When he shared this with Bai Zhenzhen, her brow furrowed. “I heard these recent school reforms were pushed by the Student Union. Could it be Zhou Chichen is stirring trouble again—trying to get back at us?”
Zhang Yu exhaled slowly. “Zhou Chichen was quiet for a while. Now he’s back to his old tricks.”
Just as Zhang Yu was about to leave the school, Su Haifeng stepped forward, flanked by another middle-aged teacher.
“Zhang Yu,” Su Haifeng said flatly, “the school takes your development seriously. Since your cultivation performance is lacking, we’ve arranged a special tutor to help you.”
“From now on, you’ll stay after school every day for four hours to study with Zhou Teacher.”
“Remember—under Songyang City regulations, those four hours after school still count as official school hours. If you skip, it’s considered a violation.”
Zhang Yu stared, stunned. What kind of rule is this?
After-school hours are still “school time”? That’s not human.
Then, hearing the subject—cultivation techniques—his expression flickered.
“Cultivation techniques?”
This is just Spell training. It’s not about skill—it’s about money. The rich get stronger, the poor stay weak. Why would they need “tutoring” for this?
When Zhang Yu was led into the classroom and handed 300 exam papers, he felt a wave of cold malice.
The teacher spoke calmly. “Start the tests. Do them a hundred times, and the meaning will become clear.”
“Once you’ve done enough, your ability to handle Spells will naturally improve.”
Zhang Yu narrowed his eyes. So they’re going to waste four hours of my day… every day?
The teacher noticed the shift in his expression, and a flicker of mockery sparkled in his eyes.
“Something wrong? You want to defy the school’s official curriculum? Want a disciplinary penalty?”
Zhang Yu inhaled deeply. Then, without a word, he began writing.
…
Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen kicked open the Student Union’s office door with a thunderous crack.
She stood before He Dayou, who sat behind the desk, hands raised in surrender.
“Zhang Yu’s after-school Spell tutoring—was it your doing?”
He shook his head frantically. “Not me! It was the President’s decision.”
“Where’s Zhou Chichen?”
A moment later, Bai Zhenzhen erupted into motion—her body crackling with lightning, streaking across the campus like a bolt of divine fury.
She landed before the training ground where Zhou Chichen and Lan Ling were cultivating.
“Zhou Chichen,” she said coldly, “cancel Zhang Yu’s tutoring now, or from this day forward, I’ll challenge you every single day. I’ll beat you every time I see you. And I’ll keep doing it until you’re too weak to stand.”
Zhou Chichen didn’t even glance at her. He waved a hand dismissively. “Remove her. Don’t let her disrupt our cultivation.”
Instantly, a blur shot forward—so fast Bai Zhenzhen barely had time to cross her arms in defense.
Boom!
She was flung backward like a comet, crashing through the training ground’s outer wall and landing hard on the grass beyond.
Then, a man stepped forward at a leisurely pace, smiling.
“I’m Zhou Hao. I’m currently in charge of Zhou Chichen’s security.”
“Now, choose: Should I drag you out while beating you senseless, or will you leave on your own?”
A sharp whistle—and Zhou Hao was suddenly right in front of her, eyes locked.
“Just so you know,” he added, “I graduated from the 72 Lower Schools. My major? Security and protection.”
“Your high school level? You’re nothing against me.”
Bai Zhenzhen stared at him, feeling the overwhelming aura of Peak Qi Refinement. She knew he wasn’t lying.
72 Lower Schools…
In the university world, beyond the top ten elite institutions, there were 36 Upper Schools, 72 Lower Schools, and countless junior colleges and second-rate academies.
The 72 Lower Schools represented the third-tier universities—far from elite, but still, their graduates had spent over ten years refining their Qi. They’d mastered dozens of Level 10 techniques.
Ten years of cultivation gap…
Bai Zhenzhen clenched her teeth. Even if she unleashed her full power, she wouldn’t stand a chance.
Zhou Hao nodded approvingly. “Smart choice. Know your place.”
Then, with a casual tone, he added: “Zhou Chichen also asked me to ask you—would you sell out Zhang Yu for one million?”
Bai Zhenzhen spun around, her voice icy. “You’re kidding. Just hand over the money. I’ll slit him myself.”
Zhou Hao smirked. “First, sign the contract. Then, the payment.”
She snorted, turned, and walked away without another word.
But when she reached the small flower bed, intending to meditate while waiting for Zhang Yu to finish, she suddenly sensed something—a camera.
Not a school camera… the position’s wrong.
She focused. A faint glimmer in the air.
Someone’s watching me. From the shadows. Zhou Chichen’s man?
If the watcher was someone like Zhou Hao—a full-fledged university-level cultivator—escaping them would be nearly impossible.
If they keep watching us… we’ll never be able to reach Anxue Alliance.
He’s slowly, methodically eroding our space for cultivation… for profit.
In that moment, Bai Zhenzhen felt a pressure she hadn’t known in years.
Not just the usual weight of Zhou Chichen’s schemes.
This was heavier. Deeper. More suffocating.
Like a bottomless abyss, slowly pulling her and Zhang Yu into darkness—consumption without mercy.
(End of Chapter)
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