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Chapter 201: Zhang Yu's Optimal Cultivation Conditions (Please Vote for the Month)
Watching the moment when Dai Xingzhi’s Medical Insurance balance hit zero, Dai Xingzhi thought to himself in silence: "Mutual destruction?"
His mind instantly recalled the rule: "If one party’s Medical Insurance runs out, they lose. But if both run out simultaneously, the battle continues…"
Yet the next instant, after exhausting his entire Medical Insurance, he felt an overwhelming weakness sweep through his body. He swayed slightly and collapsed to one knee.
On the other side, Bai Zhenzhen wiped blood from the corner of her mouth, then slowly rose to her feet. Electric sparks crackled around her body as she advanced toward Dai Xingzhi, step by step.
Dai Xingzhi’s heart sank. "After spending a million on treatment, she recovered better than me? That means she was hurt less than I was? Impossible! She took my full-powered strike!"
A confident smirk curled Bai Zhenzhen’s lips. Her electrified eyes locked onto Dai Xingzhi as she thought: "Rich Xian Du elders really are… never willing to fight with everything they’ve got."
In an instant, Bai Zhenzhen activated Lightning Step. Her body vanished like a bolt of lightning, streaking toward Dai Xingzhi in a flash.
Though Bai Zhenzhen still bore significant injuries and wasn’t fully healed, Dai Xingzhi was far weaker—drained, defenseless.
Within just a few exchanges, Dai Xingzhi was knocked off the Arena. He had lost.
Huang Zichou, watching from below, sighed inwardly: "Bai Zhenzhen really does fight without fear. Though she’s clearly backed by someone powerful now, she must have once come from the very bottom—born poor, raised in hardship."
"Only the poor can afford to risk everything, again and again. After ten, twenty near-death fights, they finally catch up to the wealthy. That kind of desperate courage, that wild, fearless spirit—it can’t be faked."
Back on the Arena floor, Dai Xingzhi replayed every moment of the battle in his mind. Finally, with a bitter resignation, he whispered: "Was it because I didn’t go all-in at that moment?"
But recklessness. Going all-in. Betting everything—these were things that ran completely against everything he’d been taught since childhood. Things he had always looked down upon.
"I lost here? Was our family’s ancestral code flawed?"
He shook his head. "No. I wasn’t careful enough. I shouldn’t have let myself get cornered into such a desperate situation in the first place."
Staring at Bai Zhenzhen on the platform, Dai Xingzhi muttered in his heart: "Outsider woman. Next time we meet, I’ll make sure I beat you."
As the match ended, Bai Zhenzhen staggered off the stage and collapsed onto the ground.
She felt the damage within her body, and thought: "I won’t have a chance against Yun Jing in the next round, will I?"
"But it doesn’t matter. At least I’ve secured a top-two finish. I’ll qualify for the final Foundation Establishment Exam, and the chance to earn the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate."
"So in that case… I could just concede to Yun Jing now, couldn’t I?"
"I wonder how Yu is doing…"
…
At the same time, in another testing arena, Zhang Yu’s team had reached a simulated depth of -300 meters in the Dinghai Column.
The Xuanming Heavy Water within the column had grown incredibly dense—so heavy it felt like chains of iron were binding every inch of Yu Xinghan’s body. Each breath became a struggle.
Certain vulnerable parts of his body—his ears, his forehead, his throat, his chest—were being crushed under the immense pressure. He could feel needles piercing his eardrums, as if tiny daggers were being driven into his skull.
He knew this was due to a pressure imbalance between the internal cavities of his body and the external Xuanming Heavy Water.
"It’s just like diving…"
Yu Xinghan took a deep breath through his oxygen mask, then engaged his chest muscles, diaphragm, and throat muscles, forcing the inhaled air upward into his internal cavities. Through repeated pressurization, he slowly balanced the internal air pressure with the crushing external force.
"This process has to be precise. If the internal pressure gets too high, the air could rupture delicate tissues inside. But if it’s too low, the imbalance will burst your eardrums."
As he pushed against the crushing weight of the water, Yu Xinghan adjusted his body with every breath, growing increasingly aware of how brutal this environment truly was.
"It’s not just about raw Physical Strength Level. You need a body strong enough to endure, and the discipline to actively control your strength—fighting the water from within."
He glanced around at the other competitors. Meng Tao and another contestant were both silently resisting the pressure, adjusting their breathing like him.
But only Zhang Yu and Ye Lingshao stood out.
Especially Ye Lingshao.
In stunned silence, the others watched as he casually ripped off his oxygen mask, opened his eyes, and stood calmly at the bottom of the Dinghai Column—completely unaffected.
Yu Xinghan was shocked: "His mind-altering capsule’s effects haven’t worn off yet? He’s going to be disqualified!"
Zhang Yu, meanwhile, felt a surge of excitement: "Haha, he really did mess up because of lowered IQ?"
But then everyone realized their mistake.
Ye Lingshao stood motionless, like a statue. No mask. No breathing. No visible effort. The Xuanming Heavy Water around him seemed like ordinary air.
Ye Lingshao tilted his head slightly, thinking: "Now what? Just… stand here? Is that it? Probably not even started yet."
He frowned. "What’s the point of this exam? Surely it can’t just be standing here?"
Watching Ye Lingshao’s calm, Yu Xinghan gasped: "Is he using some Technique to master internal breathing?"
"No… he’s not breathing at all. No pressure adjustment. He’s just… using pure Physical Strength Level to resist the water?"
"Does that mean… he’s forged his body so tough—even his eardrums can withstand this pressure?"
The thought sent a chill down Yu Xinghan’s spine. He felt a wave of relief—thankful he wouldn’t face such a monster in next year’s Foundation Establishment Exam.
Then he turned to Zhang Yu.
The latter stood in the column, twisting and turning his body—practicing his cultivation technique with relentless effort.
Yu Xinghan sighed inwardly: "I’m the weakest in this group… in terms of Physical Strength Level."
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu, through repeated physical trials and the nourishment of Eternal Martial Energy, felt his Physical Strength Level rising steadily—slowly but surely.
Even more surprising was the lingering effect of the Fangfeng Functional Essence he’d taken earlier in the first half of the exam.
The medicinal energy surged through his body like fire, stimulating muscle and bone growth, while also supplying Phoenix Hormones to accelerate healing—working in harmony with the Eternal Martial Energy to repair his body.
Even more unexpectedly, the Xuanming Heavy Water itself enhanced his cultivation.
The immense pressure from all sides felt like wearing layer after layer of weighted suits. Each movement in his Chunqiu Wujin Chan practice caused greater strain and wear on his body.
"On one hand, it increases damage. On the other, it boosts recovery. The result? The efficiency of Chunqiu Wujin Chan grows stronger."
If the combination of 10th-Level Chunqiu Wujin Chan, Fangfeng Functional Essence, and Xuanming Heavy Water was already considered top-tier cultivation conditioning, then what Zhang Yu was experiencing now was triple that—top-tier ×3.
Because he possessed the High School Saint Body, every Qi Cultivation Technique he practiced doubled his cultivation effect—resulting in three times the normal power!
Now, as he trained, his body felt like a volcano erupting—surging with energy, amplified by the relentless waves of Xuanming Heavy Water.
"Perfect! This is the best cultivation environment I’ve ever encountered in Kunxu—my ultimate training ground, the highest efficiency possible!"
Physical Strength Level: 9.92
As seconds passed, the simulated depth grew deeper. The pressure on Zhang Yu’s body intensified, his muscles strained more, and yet his training efficiency climbed higher.
At -500 meters, his Physical Strength Level reached 9.93.
Each movement, each twist, made his body feel heavier. The pressure continued to push the limits, and the difficulty of cultivation kept rising.
As the training grew harder, the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique began to activate, unlocking deeper potential.
Meanwhile, Ye Lingshao remained completely still—no breath, no motion—arms crossed, standing like a statue at the bottom of the column.
He stared up at the display showing -500 meters and thought: "What does this mean?"
"Wait… I remember now."
"Dinghai Column. Xuanming Heavy Water…"
"I’ve done this a hundred times. I’m bored of it."
As his mind cleared, he subtly shifted his ears—pulling them flat against his skull, sealing his ear canals completely to block the water pressure.
Such techniques were second nature to him.
While Zhang Yu experienced something utterly new—unprecedented, extraordinary cultivation conditions—this was just everyday life for Ye Lingshao.
Especially with his Physical Strength Level already at the peak of Qi Cultivation Stage, and countless Body-Protection Techniques at his disposal, -500 meters was like a simple swim.
As the aftereffects of the Daojie Sustained-Release Capsule faded, his mind gradually returned to normal.
But as he reflected on his actions after taking the pill, a frown creased his face: "This medicine… it lowered my IQ?"
Then, slowly, his expression relaxed.
"No… not lowered. More like… an extra layer of thought. Maybe this side effect… isn’t a bad thing after all."
Just as Ye Lingshao pondered, Yu Xinghan was nearing his limit.
The pressure from the Xuanming Heavy Water was making his bones and muscles creak with strain. The balance between internal and external pressure was slipping beyond his control.
"Damn it… if I hadn’t worked overtime yesterday, I might’ve held on a little longer."
Finally, at -511 meters, Yu Xinghan had no choice but to give up.
In that moment, he made a firm decision: "I need to cut back. I’ve been overworking—my studies and cultivation are suffering."
Time passed.
When the depth reached -900 meters, Zhang Yu’s Physical Strength Level had soared to 9.94—the fastest body cultivation increase he’d ever achieved.
But even he, at this level, could no longer endure.
The medicinal energy within him was fading. Phoenix Hormones no longer flowed freely to accelerate healing.
The pressure from the Xuanming Heavy Water grew unbearable. Zhang Yu had to expend more and more energy just to resist it and maintain pressure balance.
He turned to glance at the others.
Meng Tao had curled into a tight ball, his muscles compressed to nearly half their size under the crushing force.
But Ye Lingshao stood unmoved, arms crossed—clearly, this depth was still far from his limit.
The simulation depth continued to drop—finally reaching -1300 meters.
The Xuanming Heavy Water around Zhang Yu now felt like sheets of iron, pressing down on every inch of his body, compressing his muscles, crushing his bones—trying to flatten him completely.
He strained every fiber of his body, pushing back against the overwhelming pressure—but gradually, he realized his physical strength was no longer responding perfectly.
(End of Chapter)
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