No Money To Cultivate Immortality? Chapter 365: The Reunion of Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu - Novel Cool

Chapter 365: The Reunion of Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu

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Late November. Inside the Taiqing Jing.

Zhang Yu was attending a class in the Alchemy Department.

Though he had only studied for three months, thanks to the blessing of the Taiqing Jing and other advantages, he felt he had already mastered most of the first-year curriculum.

Yet one thing remained frustrating—lack of practical experience.

The vast majority of Alchemy fundamentals had already flooded his mind, fully understood by his Consciousness, but he hadn’t yet performed a single experiment. He had no chance to truly apply what he’d learned.

Thinking about this, Zhang Yu’s mind formed a clear mental framework of Alchemy:

> "The path of Alchemy begins with refining materials, then constructing the basic framework, and finally forging the Martial Energy circuit. Only when the circuit integrates with the structure can Daoist power be unleashed."

> "On the surface, it seems like just three steps. But in reality, each of these steps—especially as the complexity and technical depth of the Spirit Artifact increase—can be broken down into dozens, hundreds, even thousands of sub-steps."

> "And this is still the most basic, old-fashioned type of Spirit Artifact."

> "Nowadays, most market Spirit Artifacts include Spells, communication with the Ling Realm Network, and often even imbue the Artifact with a basic Spirit, granting it rudimentary intelligence."

> "Higher-tier models even feature High-Intelligence Artificial Spirits—capable of self-maintenance, self-learning, and self-enhancement for both Spirit Artifacts and Spirit Armor."

Zhang Yu thought to himself: "Spells and Artifact Spirits—Not considering it for now."

"Once I’ve fully digested all the first-year Alchemy knowledge, I’ll begin practicing the actual crafting: materials, basic structure, and Martial Energy circuits."

He understood clearly: if learning and comprehending Alchemy theory was like walking one meter, then actually applying it to create a Spirit Artifact was still ninety-nine meters away.

That final stretch required mastering practical application, learning countless hands-on techniques, cultivating the necessary Alchemy methods—and above all, money.

> "Laboratories. Material costs. Design schematics. All of it costs money."

Zhang Yu sighed inwardly: "Thankfully, I joined Civil Engineering first. Otherwise, jumping straight into the Alchemy Department would’ve bankrupted me by now."

"So from now on, I’ll keep studying Alchemy theory while continuing to cultivate my Technique, work part-time, and save up—preparing for the real Alchemy practice ahead."

As he left the Taiqing Jing, Zhang Yu glanced at the data on his Feather Scroll.

Less than three months into the second year, his Dao Heart had reached Level 16 (26.6%), Martial Energy had surged to 848.3 units.

Though the improvement in Martial Energy Quality had slowed, it had still climbed to 176%.

Physical Strength Level, due to his focus on construction techniques, had increased slowly despite all the effort and spending. It now stood at 16.49.

Gang Qi Conductivity Rate and Maximum Gang Qi Conductivity Distance had also risen with his cultivation, reaching 62% and 61 meters respectively.

Beyond that, his Martial Dao Holy Body had advanced through five Techniques.

The sixth, Xingxiao Chongmai Fa, was already at Level 13.

> "Just seven levels to unlock the First Layer effect of the Martial Dao Holy Body."

> "I wonder—what will the Foundation Establishment Stage Martial Dao Holy Body be like, compared to the Qi Cultivation Stage Martial Dao Holy Embryo?"

At that moment, a notification flashed in Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor.

He opened it—Bai Zhenzhen had sent a message.

Bai Zhenzhen: Yu-zi, I’ve arrived.

Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up. But then he thought: She’s just arrived at Wanfa University’s campus—she must still be settling in, preparing for the competition.

He was about to tell her to focus on her own things when another message came through.

Bai Zhenzhen: Mom misses you.

Bai Zhenzhen: Where should we meet?

Bai Zhenzhen: Find a secluded spot…

Wanfa University City, 66th Floor

In a quiet corner—unmonitored, untouched by any footprints—Zhang Yu suddenly felt a strange nervousness.

Fujie said: "Kid, your heartbeat’s a bit fast."

Zhang Yu replied: "A Zhen and I haven’t seen each other in nearly 17 months. Even though we talk every day, it still feels like we’re separated by the First Layer..."

Fujie mused: "Ah, I see."

But inside, she thought: "I thought it was the effect of that aphrodisiac meat—making you so excited just at the thought of meeting her."

Then she added: "Zhang Yu never says it aloud, and A Zhen does her best to hide it too. But both must be slowly sensing the gap between them."

> "The gap between wealth and status is enough to turn people into gods and mortals. Especially with Bai Zhenzhen’s wealth—fueled by the wealth infusion of a Cultivation God, the chasm is now absolute."

> "Sure, Zhang Yu might one day close that gap. And Bai Zhenzhen’s future is uncertain. But right now? They’re no longer in the same world."

Fujie sighed inwardly: "Especially now—she asked him to meet in a secret, hidden place."

> "Will Zhang Yu think… she doesn’t want anyone to know about their relationship? That he’s not worthy of being seen?"

She couldn’t be certain—but after centuries of navigating Kunxu, she knew it wasn’t impossible.

> "And if that’s true… then even though she still talks to him, her feelings may have already changed."

> "Or perhaps—by taking the initiative to monitor him—she’s already unconsciously placed herself above him."

> "This is inevitable. With the support of a Cultivation God, she has superior cultivation conditions, a higher cultivation perspective, and a broader worldview."

> "Even if she’s only using lower Consciousness—she’d still believe her Dao understanding is superior to Zhang Yu’s. That her judgment in the Dao is better."

Fujie thought: "If that’s the case, their relationship was always doomed to shift. And is this… part of the Qingqing God’s plan? Connected to the secret of the Jiqing Sword Dao?"

> "Hmph. If I were in charge, I’d squeeze every last benefit from Bai Zhenzhen while I still can—take everything I can, before cutting ties. Otherwise, all the effort, resources, and time invested would be wasted."

> "Ah… too bad Zhang Yu’s such a naive fool. He doesn’t have my cold, calculating mind."

Just as Fujie was lost in thought, a night breeze brushed against Zhang Yu’s skin.

Then—without warning—a tall, strong body wrapped around him from behind.

> "Yu-zi… it’s me."

> "Time’s short. I’ll get straight to it."

Zhang Yu, about to turn with excitement, heard her add: "It’s a bit big right now—hold on."

In an instant, he understood.

He felt her Zhen Linggen pressing slowly, firmly, from behind—forcing its way into his dantian.

Now evolved into a Divine Spirit Root, its size far exceeded its former self.

Zhang Yu realized: "That’s why she asked me to find a secluded place—she wanted to lend me her Zhen Linggen?"

At the same time, he felt Bai Zhenzhen’s energy, her consciousness, her presence—pouring into his body through the Zhen Linggen, merging with his flesh and blood.

He remembered when they were in the Kunxu First Layer: whenever he used the Zhen Linggen, it would adapt to his body, adjusting the benefits from her side to fit his physiology.

But now, her Spirit Root had evolved from Celestial Spirit Root to Divine Spirit Root.

And Zhang Yu hadn’t used it in a long, long time.

So the transformation was far more intense—his blood and flesh trembled violently, his meridians contracted and expanded, and his dantian felt like it was being forcibly stretched.

Bai Zhenzhen said: "Our differences are too great right now. It’ll be intense—just bear with it."

Zhang Yu’s original Qi Hai Linggen, already present in his dantian, was completely overpowered by the arrival of the Zhen Linggen.

The evolved Divine Spirit Root didn’t just enter—it replaced the Qi Hai Linggen, temporarily taking over the Linggen Position.

Zhang Yu was stunned: "After evolving into a Divine Spirit Root… it can actually do this? Take over someone else’s core position?"

Then he heard her laughter.

> "How’s that? Is my Zhen Linggen powerful now?"

> "I’ve been working hard to make sure it can transfer into someone with a Spirit Root."

Before he could reply, his entire body felt like it was being torn apart—excruciating pain surged through him.

He gasped: "F… why is this so painful?!"

From behind, Bai Zhenzhen encouraged: "Hold on, Yu-zi. Once you get through it, it’ll stop hurting. Then my Zhen Linggen can start strengthening you."

Fujie yelled excitedly: "Go, Zhang Yu! This is a Divine Spirit Root—something countless people dream of but can never obtain!"

> "You’ve got to accept this! Hold on! Hold on!"

After a long while, the pain gradually faded. Though he still felt discomfort, it was now bearable.

Zhang Yu exhaled deeply, turned around, and looked at Bai Zhenzhen—his long-lost friend, the one who had just offered her Divine Spirit Root to him without hesitation.

He sighed helplessly: "A Zhen… this is too dangerous. What if someone finds out?"

She waved it off with a smile: "That’s why I told you to pick a hidden spot."

> "Don’t worry. My Divine Spirit Root has strong concealment abilities. Once it enters your body, it’s almost impossible to detect."

Zhang Yu still looked worried: "It’s still too risky. If anyone learns that your Divine Spirit Root can transfer, even replace someone else’s Spirit Root…"

But before he could finish, Bai Zhenzhen wrapped her arms around him, silencing his words.

> "Yu-zi… Mom misses you."

Zhang Yu held her close, thinking of the three years of high school—through every struggle, every trial, never letting go.

He whispered softly: "A Zhen… Dad misses you too."

Fujie, watching from the sidelines, nearly screamed: "What are you doing?! Use the Divine Spirit Root already! What’s the point of wasting time like this? You’re university students, not children! Have some ambition!"

(End of Chapter)

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