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Chapter 192: The Saint Body Forged, Exam Leave Request
Inside the cafeteria of Songyang High School, Zhang Yu scooped up a spoonful of pure white Synthetic Food and swallowed it down. The tasteless, gritty texture scraped against his mouth like sand, and a thick wave of fatty, protein-laden stench rose from his throat. This was unseasoned, raw Synthetic Food—unprocessed, unrefined. It tasted like vomit, and somehow also like a twisted blend of insects and rotting meat.
But no matter how terrible it was, for Zhang Yu, it was currently the cheapest, most efficient way to fuel his body with the essential nutrients—fats, proteins, vitamins—needed to survive and cultivate.
“Damn… I’m broke.”
Due to constant city-wide surveillance, he’d lost his opportunity at Dark Tutoring Realm, and his income had plummeted. Even with the meager profits from selling seeds, plus Bai Zhenzhen’s side income from food delivery, after deducting massive expenses on medicine and meals, there was almost nothing left. And with a monthly loan interest of 45,000 yuan, saving money was nearly impossible.
“Just cut wherever I can.”
For instance, at the cafeteria, Zhang Yu had stopped spending money on seasoning, choosing instead to endure the food’s raw, unaltered taste. As for renting Spirit Roots or Ling Realm spaces, buying Techniques, or purchasing cultivation gear—everything had been drastically cut.
“At least, since entering the second phase of High School Saint Body, my digestion and absorption have improved so much that I don’t need to eat as much to meet my body’s needs,” he thought.
Through relentless frugality, Zhang Yu managed to save 33,000 yuan in his bank account.
But even that amount felt like a fragile treasure.
“I can’t spend a single cent more.”
Because the second round of the Foundation Establishment Exam was approaching. Aside from travel costs, he was terrified the exam might demand yet another fee.
“If things get too tight, I’ll just have to borrow from Zhao Tianxing or Qian Shen.”
Just as Zhang Yu was chewing through the bland meal, Zhao Tianxing glanced at him with a look full of unspoken concern.
“Yu, his grades in September and October didn’t beat Bai Zhenzhen’s at all. Martial Energy and Physical Strength levels have even dropped. He must be feeling awful right now.”
For Zhao Tianxing, declining performance was the worst nightmare in high school.
And if it happened while a close friend surpassed him? That could easily destroy their friendship.
He’d seen it too many times—friends turning on each other over grades. Jealousy leading to sabotage: slipping laxatives into a friend’s food, secretly adding milk tea to their energy drinks, or endlessly sending them distracting, funny videos.
Zhao Tianxing had witnessed enough of these betrayals—born not from malice, but from the crushing weight of academic pressure.
And now, he noticed something else: Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu had grown distant. They barely spoke in class, didn’t hang out after school, and even stopped eating dinner together.
“They don’t even eat together anymore.”
“Could they really be falling apart?”
“But if I ask them directly… will it hurt him? Will he think I’m mocking his failure?”
As Zhao Tianxing hesitated, Qian Shen finally spoke.
“Zhang Yu, why’s your grade slipping lately?”
Zhang Yu sighed, brushing it off. “No money, that’s all.”
Zhao Tianxing seized the chance. “You and Bai Zhenzhen… are you two okay? I’ve noticed you don’t talk much.”
“Fine,” Zhang Yu said. “What’s there to worry about? We’ve just been buried in training under immense pressure. We’re using every second to get stronger. We don’t have time to chat at school—only at home do we get a few words in.”
“Besides, A Zhen has to deliver food every day. She eats at the cafeteria and finishes it on the way back.”
At that moment, his phone buzzed softly.
Bai Zhenzhen had messaged him.
She sent a 200-yuan transfer.
Bai Zhenzhen: Son, your breakfast money for tomorrow. Just earned it from delivery.
Zhang Yu: Thanks, Mom.
Bai Zhenzhen: But if your seed sales keep dropping, I won’t be able to support you anymore.
Bai Zhenzhen: You’re still young—why is your quality so poor? We need to figure out how to improve it and earn more.
Zhang Yu didn’t read further. Instead, he thought: After this Foundation Establishment Exam, I really need to come up with a new way to make money.
After dinner, under Zhou Teacher’s supervision, he completed four hours of make-up classes. Then, stepping into the glow of the city streets, he returned to his apartment outside Ziyun High School.
As Zhang Yu entered the building, Si Zhouru—just behind him—stretched lazily.
It was her shift now. She was assigned to monitor Zhang Yu.
And compared to tracking Bai Zhenzhen, this was far easier. Zhang Yu didn’t run around delivering food like her. Most of the time, he stayed at school or in his apartment, living a monotonous, repetitive life.
This endless, uneventful surveillance was starting to wear on Si Zhouru.
“But after all this time… shouldn’t he be doing something by now?”
She knew more about Zhang Yu’s current state than most teachers or students at Songyang High School.
She had access to everything: classroom surveillance footage, his spending records, every test result, every exam score. The data was hers.
And in her eyes, Zhang Yu’s financial situation and academic performance were both deteriorating. His mental state had to be crumbling.
“For someone who once rose steadily, watching themselves fall… that’s the most painful thing. It breaks the Dao Heart.”
She’d seen this before—too many times—back in her days at Jinzhou Junior College.
So many students who believed they were talented, gifted, even geniuses. Then, when they stepped into the Second Layer, they realized the truth: there were people far beyond them. The so-called “geniuses” of the first layer were just the threshold to the real monsters.
Shaking her head, Si Zhouru refocused.
“Especially now… Bai Zhenzhen’s grades are rising, and she’s even working during his make-up classes.”
“His mind must be getting more and more unbalanced.”
“Then… let’s see what you’re really made of. Time to act.”
As she thought this, she sat on the rooftop of a nearby high-rise, watching the apartment entrance. She pulled out her phone.
“Ugh… I’ve nearly finished all the good novels I’ve been listening to.”
“Just pick one.”
She knew what was coming: another long, grueling night of surveillance.
…
Meanwhile, inside the apartment, Zhang Yu had just stripped off his clothes and begun practicing the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm—worth 200,000 yuan.
After three months of intermittent refinement using Zhen Linggen’s method, his Expert-Level Cultivation Technique had finally unlocked a new 10th-level effect.
Originally, the 10th-level effect of the technique was called Dragon Sinew, Elephant Bone, which gradually improved his physical structure, making his body stronger and more resilient—able to withstand and transmit greater force.
But after Zhen Linggen’s refinement, the effect had evolved further, now integrating directly into his Martial Energy flow. His meridians were now far more capable of handling intense energy surges.
Zhang Yu unleashed a single palm strike.
His Physical Strength Level, already at 9.89, erupted violently. The raw power cracked the air like thunder, sending storm-like turbulence through the room, echoing with deafening booms.
Feeling the surge of power within him, a faint smile curled at the corner of Zhang Yu’s lips.
To outsiders, his test scores showed no progress—some even declined. But Zhang Yu knew better.
He knew exactly how much he had advanced in these past months.
Fujie, observing from the shadows, felt a deep awe.
“This guy… under these conditions, still progressing so rapidly. What kind of potential did he unlock later?”
Zhang Yu understood that his continued cultivation under such poverty and suppression wasn’t just due to selling seeds, Bai Zhenzhen’s support, Zhen Linggen’s effect, or the feedback from the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique under pressure.
The most crucial factor?
He had pushed all ten High School Foundation Techniques to Level 10—completing the Chain Law Diagram’s High School Saint Body.
Basic - High School Saint Body (6/6):
Drug load, absorption, and metabolism capacity enhanced to Peak Qi Refinement.
Advanced - High School Saint Body (8/8):
Digestion, absorption, and metabolism of food enhanced to Peak Qi Refinement.
Ultimate - High School Saint Body (10/10):
All Qi Cultivation Stage Techniques: cultivation efficiency doubled, cultivation results doubled.
Staring at the Chain Law Diagram, Zhang Yu sighed inwardly.
“Now, no matter what I eat or take, I spend less, get more. No side effects to worry about.”
“And the final benefit… every single cultivation session is equivalent to three normal ones.”
“Endure food, endure medicine, endure exams—no wonder they call it the High School Saint Body.”
With this power, Zhang Yu’s Physical Strength Level soared to 9.89, his Martial Energy reached 97.56 units, and even his Dao Heart, though lagging slightly, had climbed to Level 7 (18.4%).
“If it weren’t for how hard it gets to push further as you near the peak of Qi refinement, I’d have already maxed out both.”
At that moment, his phone buzzed.
A message from Su Haifeng.
Su Haifeng: Still asking for leave? What’s your situation now? How dare you ask for leave?
Zhang Yu thought, “So they’re not approving it. Then, if I want to take the Foundation Establishment Exam… I’ll have to go another way.”
He opened his contacts and found Yun Ni, the Inspection Team Captain.
As Zhang Pianpian had said, if he faced trouble, he could always reach out to her.
After a pause, Zhang Yu typed:
Zhang Yu: Captain Yun, I’d like to ask for a favor. I need to go to Xian Du, but the school won’t grant me leave. Could you send me and Bai Zhenzhen on an official Inspection Team mission?
Zhang Yu: Don’t worry. We won’t cause trouble. We’ll just do our work.
The reply came back faster than Zhang Yu expected.
Yun Ni: Approved. No need to explain. No need to report back.
(End of Chapter)
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