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Chapter 191: High School Saint Body (Please Vote for the Month)
During martial arts class, Zhang Yu was fully immersed in refining one basic technique after another.
By early September, he had already advanced both his foundational Basic Mind-Cultivation Method and Basic Qi Circulation Method to Level 10. He’d also pushed his newly learned High School Basic Digestion Technique and High School Basic Medication Technique all the way to Level 10.
But these basic techniques were, well, just basic. Even at Level 10, the improvements in their effectiveness were barely noticeable—nothing more than a faint boost, barely worth the effort in Zhang Yu’s eyes.
He would’ve never bothered with so many foundational techniques if not for the Chain Law Diagram from the Feather Scroll.
Especially troubling were those techniques with complex forms—time-consuming, tedious, and draining.
“Sigh… For me, the real measure of how fast a technique is mastered lies in how long it takes to complete one cycle. If a basic technique takes too long to perform, it ends up being slower than advancing through expert-level cultivation methods.”
At that moment, Zhang Yu was practicing the High School Basic Footwork.
Once this technique reached Level 10, he’d complete six of the required techniques for the High School Saint Body, unlocking the first layer of enhancement.
The thought sent a surge of excitement through him. What kind of effect will it have?
Beside him, Lei Jun watched Zhang Yu’s intense focus, his earnest expression, and sighed inwardly. He did his best to guide him, hoping Zhang Yu would finally master the remaining basic techniques at Songyang High School—before wasting more time on these mundane drills.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the training ground, Bai Zhenzhen spoke coolly: “All ten of you attack together.”
In an instant, she vanished in a streak of crackling electricity, darting through the ten second-year students like a living storm.
Though her strength far surpassed any one of them, facing ten opponents simultaneously, each launching attacks from different angles, brought a pressure unlike anything she’d felt before.
After all, in the Qi Refining Realm, every additional opponent multiplied the difficulty exponentially.
At that moment, Bai Zhenzhen had to defend against ten attacks, each coming from a different direction, each split-second closer to breaking her guard.
Yet she gritted her teeth and pressed on.
“I’m aiming to fight Kunxu’s strongest high schooler and claim the title of Martial Arts Champion…”
“If the quality of my classmates is lacking, then I’ll make up for it with sheer numbers. I’ll break my limits again and again—pushing my combat skills to the edge.”
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After school, during the Daoist Remedial Class.
Zhang Yu sat pretending to work through a stack of test papers, but deep in his mind, the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique surged like a storm.
Since his experience in the Ling Realm, he had finally grasped the true essence of this cultivation method. The more pressure he faced, the more it flourished.
And right now, the relentless psychological pressure from Zhou Chichen was doing exactly that—fueling the technique’s power, sharpening his Dao Heart, and driving him forward.
With the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique constantly active, Zhang Yu felt his body and martial energy becoming more responsive than ever. His latent potential was being unlocked, pushing his cultivation efficiency beyond previous limits.
Especially during these four hours of remedial class each day—when faced with endless, meaningless talisman tests—this was the moment of maximum stress… and maximum activation for his technique.
Under such conditions, the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique burned hotter than ever, and the passive Great Sun Qi Sea surged like a raging tide.
Even the process of refining the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm using the Zhen Linggen within his dantian accelerated.
A sudden wave of realization washed over Zhang Yu:
Mastering this technique truly requires pressure—unrelenting, escalating pressure. Only then can it truly evolve.
The heavier the pressure, the more I thrive.
Who, in the end, created this technique? What kind of ordeal did that legendary Bull Saint endure?
But… I guess I’m already living in harmony with its core principle—by sheer accident, perhaps.
As for the Zhen Linggen in his stomach—it was being lent to Zhang Yu every day by Bai Zhenzhen, as advised by Fujie, precisely to make use of these test-writing hours.
Zhang Yu scribbled a few random answers on the paper, glanced at the front where Zhou Teacher was now deeply engrossed in his phone, and mentally sighed.
To me, spending four hours doing these useless tests is wasting my life. But to the teacher? It’s just four hours of boredom—another meaningless stretch of time.
After all, he’s just a worker. How could he possibly stay focused on monitoring me for four straight hours?
Zhang Yu mused: And these rotten test papers? They’re meaningless. I doubt anyone even checks them. It’s just like Earth’s holiday homework—no one cares, no one grades it.
While Zhang Yu used the remedial class to secretly refine his cultivation, on the other side of the city…
Bai Zhenzhen streaked through traffic like a bolt of lightning, her form dancing between cars in a blur of electric arcs.
With a single leap, she shot upward, landing with a flash of light at the entrance of a high-rise building. As she stepped inside, electric pulses flared along the stairwell, and within seconds, she was on the 20th floor.
“Hello, your order’s here.”
“Enjoy your meal.”
She smiled faintly at the completed delivery, the electric aura of her Lightning Step flaring around her as she vanished once more into the city’s rhythm—another courier racing against time.
Due to constant surveillance, she couldn’t take on any paid work at the Anxue Alliance.
But she and Zhang Yu had already maxed out their loan limits. Monthly payments, medicine, food—every expense piled up like a mountain.
Fortunately, besides her earnings from sparring partners for Yu Xinghan, Song Hailong, and Le Mulan, Zhang Yu’s weekly income from selling seeds at Hongta Group helped keep the lights on.
Yet even so…
Sigh… Yu-zi, your seed quality keeps dropping. The income from selling them is shrinking. I’ll have to keep feeding you with my delivery work for now.
But it’s not all bad—using my lightning martial energy to deliver meals is still training. Not completely wasted time.
Just then, her phone buzzed.
Her heart skipped. Oh no—late again!
Without hesitation, she shot forward, merging back into the stream of traffic, joining the race against the clock.
Unseen from a distance, a slender figure cloaked in darkness stood motionless, watching Bai Zhenzhen’s retreating form.
She wore glasses, their lenses equipped with a camera that never stopped tracking Bai Zhenzhen’s every move.
No matter how fast Bai Zhenzhen sped up, no matter how hard she pushed, the figure maintained a steady distance—neither too close, nor too far—always in sight, always in control.
Her name was Si Zhouru, a member of the Zhou family’s security unit, a graduate of Jinzhou Vocational College’s Commercial Intelligence program.
“Sigh…”
She couldn’t help but feel a sense of futility.
This is supposed to be my job? Tracking a high school girl, a delivery rider?
My real work should be sabotaging rival companies, spreading false reviews, stealing contracts, or even destroying their Feng Shui god trees. That’s what matters!
How am I supposed to get promoted if I’m stuck chasing a poor kid on a bike?
Si Zhouru crept closer, her body dissolving into shadow as she merged with the darkness, staying within a mere ten meters of Bai Zhenzhen—close enough to snap a photo without being noticed.
“Can’t you do something important already?”
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Time passed.
The monthly exams of early September ended.
Before results were posted, Zhou Chichen had already glanced at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s scores.
Zhang Yu ranked second? His score is still high—but only compared to those below him.
In terms of progression? He’s not improving. His martial energy and physical strength levels have actually dropped.
Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen is still advancing.
Studying their test data, Zhou Chichen thought: By October’s exam, Zhang Yu’s decline will be even steeper. The gap between them will widen further.
If this keeps up, he’ll collapse within one or two months.
Just then, in an apartment near Ziyun High School…
Zhang Yu said, “I used the Anti-Detection Ritual to hide my real progress. Zhou Chichen won’t suspect a thing—he’ll think his methods are working.”
Bai Zhenzhen hadn’t hidden anything. After all, to others, Zhang Yu’s obsession with basic techniques and endless remedial classes made his declining grades perfectly normal. Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen’s rising performance in martial arts and physical education made her improvement expected.
Fujie nodded. “Good. Zhou Chichen will think he’s succeeding. Let him believe it.”
“Use this time to grow stronger. Don’t rush into direct confrontation. Time is on our side.”
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Mid-September.
In the apartment, Le Mulan sniffed the air, then frowned. “Why… don’t you smell as bad as before?”
With her Super Metabolism, Le Mulan was hypersensitive to scent.
Where Zhang Yu once reeked of sour, stinky sweat, now his sweat smelled pure—almost like her own.
Zhang Yu didn’t say a word.
It wasn’t just because he’d been diligently practicing Chunqiu Wujin Chan to strengthen his body and purge toxins.
It was also because, after completing six of the High School Saint Body techniques, he’d unlocked a new passive bonus:
Basic – High School Saint Body (6/6):
Drug tolerance, absorption, and metabolic efficiency upgraded to Peak Qi Refinement Level.
With this enhancement, combined with his Level 10 Chunqiu Wujin Chan, Zhang Yu could now actively expel, collect, and control toxins in his body. The meditative character on his chest had grown darker with each passing day.
Zhang Yu thought to himself: If I pee now, I might as well offer it as drinking water.
After Le Mulan left, she sent a message to her brother, Le Jingchen:
Zhang Yu ever had Super Metabolism Surgery?
Le Jingchen: No.
Le Mulan: Then… is it possible for someone without the surgery to sweat pure, clean sweat?
Le Jingchen: Collect a sample. I’ll send it to the lab for analysis.
Le Mulan paused, hesitating. Collect Zhang Yu’s sweat?
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Late September.
Hongta High School.
Yu Xinghan, gaunt-cheeked and pale, stared at Zhang Yu, who was devouring a massive meal with surprising vigor.
“You’ve got great physical condition,” Yu Xinghan muttered.
The feast before him was a reward from Hongta Group—reserved for top-tier seed contributors, like Yu Xinghan himself.
Zhang Yu, though technically just a guest, ate more than Yu Xinghan did.
Yu Xinghan couldn’t help but ask: “We’ve both taken on the same number of missions. How come you’re still full of energy?”
Having met Zhang Yu a few times at Hongta, Yu Xinghan now knew he shared the same part-time job.
Zhang Yu grinned. “Just eat more. Get more nutrients.”
He glanced at his Feather Scroll.
The High School Saint Body bonus had advanced again—this time, from basic to advanced:
Advanced – High School Saint Body (8/8):
Food digestion, absorption, and metabolic efficiency upgraded to Peak Qi Refinement Level.
Zhang Yu mused: So this is what they mean by “super pill-powered, super eater”?
Fits the Kunxu high schooler image perfectly.
But what’s the final bonus going to be?
As days passed, it was already mid-October.
The second round of the Foundation Establishment Exam was approaching.
Please vote for the month.
(End of Chapter)
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