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Chapter 297: The Warm Current of Friendship Flows
That day, as Zhang Yu returned to the dormitory, he found Le Mulan already waiting there.
Besides the 0.05 Lingbi earned on that one occasion, over the past few days Le Mulan had successively requested various bodily samples from Zhang Yu—blood, sweat, saliva, and more—earning him another 0.08 Lingbi.
Yet, to date, the company had not yet produced any meaningful results from the samples Zhang Yu provided.
The only thing that surprised Le Mulan was how Zhang Yu’s sweat had grown increasingly pure—free of any contamination, impurities, or even the faintest trace of odor. It was as if it were nothing more than distilled coolant designed purely for heat dissipation.
In Le Mulan’s mind, Zhang Yu’s urine now might be cleaner than the cerebrospinal fluid of an ordinary human.
She thought to herself: After entering Foundation Establishment, Zhang Yu’s ability to metabolize and absorb medicine has grown even stronger. His control over internal drug toxins is also far more refined.
Combined with his cultivation in Chunqiu Wujin Chan, every dose of medicine he takes is almost perfectly filtered—its toxins fully collected and stored.
If he worked as a test subject in a pharmaceutical company, or even served as a filtration core for detoxification, his salary would be astronomical.
Of course, Le Mulan knew Zhang Yu would never do such a job.
Such work was too dangerous—its toll on the body unbearable. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators, after only a few weeks under experimental drugs, would suffer irreversible damage, cutting short their immortal path.
But if he only used it himself…
At that moment, Le Mulan looked at Zhang Yu, and asked seriously:
“You’re sure… you really don’t want money for this?”
Zhang Yu gazed at her, his eyes lingering on the Deep Cold Mana Vein embedded in her chest.
He thought to himself: To obtain her Dao Seed, I must first raise her Martial Energy Quality. To do that, I must wait until she completes Foundation Establishment.
But in Zhang Yu’s estimation, Le Mulan’s chances of passing the November Foundation Establishment Exam were still quite slim.
He didn’t want to wait for the next exam.
So, Zhang Yu took out a measuring cup and handed it to her.
“Drink it. See how it feels.”
Le Mulan took it hesitantly, murmuring softly:
“This… if you sold it, you could make a fortune.”
Zhang Yu waved his hand dismissively.
“We’re friends. No money.”
“Not just you—whenever Yu Xinghan or your sister—Zhang Senior—need it, I’ll give it to them for free too.”
Le Mulan stared at Zhang Yu, a strange feeling rising in her chest.
She remembered her first time at the high school Martial Arts Competition, when she’d tried to buy him to lose—back then, he’d refused payment, and she’d found it incomprehensible, even infuriating.
Now, watching him refuse payment again—this time freely, generously—she felt nothing but warmth.
Is this what friendship feels like?
Le Mulan raised the cup, drank it all in one go, and felt the warm current of friendship flow down her throat.
But instantly, a sharp metallic taste flooded her mouth—blood.
Zhang Yu watched her swallow his blood and asked:
“How does it feel?”
Le Mulan licked her lips, feeling a surge of intense medicinal energy spread through her limbs and marrow.
“The potency is a bit weak, but the toxins are nearly gone. I feel like I could drink a lot more.”
Zhang Yu nodded. What he’d given her was, of course, his own blood—the only substance in his entire body that could enhance her cultivation efficiency when consumed.
By doing this, he was effectively becoming her personal filter—allowing her to ingest more medicine without harm, accelerating her cultivation.
And since Le Mulan had already undergone Ziyun’s Super Metabolism Enhancement surgery, her capacity for absorbing medicine would skyrocket—her cultivation progress would soar.
Zhang Yu said:
“Alright. From now on, whenever you need medicine, buy extra for me. I’ll consume it, then excrete the purified residue back to you. That way, you can absorb several times more—greatly boosting your cultivation speed.”
Le Mulan nodded eagerly, eyes bright.
“Thank you, Zhang Yu.”
She remembered Xuan Ge’s words. Taking a deep breath, she added:
“If you ever want to… double cultivation… I can pay you more.”
To Le Mulan, offering extra money was the only way she knew how to repay a true friend.
Zhang Yu rolled his eyes.
“What are you thinking? Who said anything about double cultivation? Stop making up nonsense. Let’s go to class.”
Le Mulan said:
“Other trades are fine too. Right now, with the Foundation Establishment Exam approaching, my finances are tight. Once I pass, my family will—”
Zhang Yu waved his hand.
“Fine, fine. We’ll talk about it after you pass.”
His eyes were fixed on her Dao Seed—Deep Cold Mana Vein. He was desperate to copy it.
So he grabbed another measuring cup and said:
“I’ll give you more. Drink it every day. Train hard. You have to pass the Foundation Establishment Qualification Exam.”
Later, Le Mulan reminded him:
“If you ever sell blood, be careful…”
Zhang Yu just waved her off. He hadn’t even considered it.
Using the Foundation Establishment-level metabolism granted by the University Holy Body, he could only safely share blood with the three people in his dorm.
For outsiders? He had no channels, no immunity certificates, hygiene permits, or business licenses—selling blood would bring too many complications.
And selling small amounts wouldn’t earn much. Selling large amounts would harm his body—undermining his cultivation.
Besides, he already had legitimate income from the Construction Site. This was the perfect time to go all-in.
That noon, after class, Xuan Ge walked through the hallway of the Pharmacology Department, searching for Le Mulan.
“Where is she?”
Turning a corner, he spotted her—just as she downed something from a measuring cup.
Seeing the empty cup in her hand, Xuan Ge froze. He remembered the fleeting glimpse of a measuring cup in her hand days ago.
“Has it already reached this point?”
Xuan Ge’s body trembled—twice. A wild thought surged through him.
Is this still Wanfa University? Or has it become Hehuan University instead?
We’re only freshmen! I haven’t even formed a team yet—how have you already advanced this far?
Staring at Le Mulan’s face as she turned toward him, Xuan Ge finally summoned the courage to speak the words he’d been holding in for weeks.
"Le classmate... I want to join too. I want to advance further on the immortal path."
“Can I move into your dorm?”
…
In the days that followed, Zhang Yu grew increasingly skilled at the Construction Site. The Zhanmo Yunshou Gong and Wuji Zhen Chan operated in tandem—his body worn down with each cycle, yet repaired and revitalized by the constant activation of his flesh and blood.
Once he mastered the rhythm, he maintained his physical damage at a level his body could fully recover from.
As a result, his body didn’t deteriorate from the work—on the contrary, it grew stronger, tougher. His Physical Strength Level improved even faster than if he’d trained alone.
“I can cultivate and earn money. The Civil Engineering Department is truly made for me.”
A month passed. Zhang Yu’s efficiency had skyrocketed, and his income rose accordingly—totaling 0.59 Lingbi over the past half-month.
But glancing at his account balance—10.7 Lingbi after purchasing High-Quality Martial Energy—Zhang Yu sighed inwardly.
“Still need to work harder.”
That morning, as the first hints of dawn painted the horizon, Zhang Yu reluctantly welcomed the end of another shift.
Wuji Zhen Chan – Level 20
At Level 20, Wuji Zhen Chan allowed Zhang Yu to perform supercharged oscillations beyond human limits—generating devastating power in mere seconds.
“Useless,” he muttered. “Only good for killing. Can’t use it on the job.”
Walking out of the Construction Site, Zhang Yu was less than satisfied with the Level 20 technique’s practicality.
At his side, Li Xiao and Yu Xinghan were also finishing their shift.
But while Zhang Yu remained energetic—having worked through the night and still full of vigor—Li Xiao and Yu Xinghan looked exhausted.
Li Xiao’s muscles occasionally twitched and cramped, distorting his gait.
Yu Xinghan, meanwhile, looked even thinner, his cheeks slightly sunken.
At the entrance, Yu Xinghan sighed.
“Finally done. Time for a massage.”
He rubbed his arms.
“This daily grind… I can’t go on without a good rub.”
Li Xiao shot him a disdainful glance.
“Every day you’re getting massages… how do you even save money for cultivation?”
Zhang Yu waved at Yu Xinghan and left first. He knew the other man lacked his own rapid recovery ability—massages were essential for repairing his body’s daily wear.
Yu Xinghan walked straight into the massage room.
“Master Yu’s here? Still 38?”
He smiled.
“Don’t forget the projection service.”
As the Ling Realm Projection activated, the image of Li Xuelian appeared—her figure stepping into the room.
Yu Xinghan leaned back and said:
“Start with my feet.”
…
Walking back to the dorm, Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor flashed with notifications.
Messages from the class group—assignments from teachers.
Ads from nearby shops.
Frequent updates from the Songyang Group.
Speaking of the Songyang Class Group—three months ago, when everyone had just entered the Second Layer, it had been buzzing with activity. Zhang Yu could open it anytime and see 999+ messages.
But as time passed and everyone focused on their studies, the messages dwindled.
Still, Zhang Yu checked it now and then—because it was one of the few ways to hear news from other universities.
And today, a post caught his eye.
Jinguang University – Chu Qiuhé:
Graduate programs across many majors are being cut or suspended. Have you seen this?
Fengdu University – Zhao Tianxing:
Already thinking about the Postgraduate Entrance Exam? You’re early.
Zhang Yu thought: Old Zhao… still a junior? Why’s he suddenly calling himself “Fengdu University” like Mo Tianyi? So much vanity.
Hehuan University – Lian Tianji:
The postgraduate entrance exam must start from freshman year.
Hehuan University – Lian Tianji:
This round’s cuts hit many popular majors. My intended major—Yin-Yang Emergency Medicine—had its quota cut in half.
Hehuan University – Lian Tianji:
I don’t even know what it’ll be like by the time I take the exam.
Tianhai University – Qian Shen:
University evaluation systems are incredibly complex. I haven’t fully figured them out yet, but these enrollment changes surely aren’t random.
Zhang Yu searched online and confirmed: Wanfa University had indeed adjusted its Postgraduate Enrollment Quota.
But when he saw that the Civil Engineering Department was expanding its graduate intake—rather than cutting—it made him laugh out loud.
“They’re expanding the graduate program? So they can keep driving down construction site wages?”
“Good thing I’m not going into Civil Engineering for my master’s.”
Zhang Yu planned to follow the path laid out by Xinghuo Immortal—transferring to the Alchemy Department in his third year, then pursuing a master’s degree there.
But then he saw the next message:
Alchemy Department – Postgraduate Enrollment Quota Reduced by 40%
His smile vanished instantly.
(End of Chapter)
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