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Chapter 54: Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart
At the exact moment Zhang Yu completed his ninth round of the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, countless images of his past training flashed through his mind—each one a vivid recollection of internalizing the nine martial techniques, feeling their essence, and mastering their spirit.
In an instant, nine distinct intentions surged into his consciousness.
The will to shatter armies, the resolve to face death a hundred times without flinching, the unyielding courage to charge forward without hesitation—these thoughts, forged through relentless repetition, coalesced into a single, towering figure within his spirit sea.
This was the Martial Dao Intention crystallized after Zhang Yu achieved Level 1 of the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture.
Though the silhouette bore a faint resemblance to Zhang Yu, his face remained blurred, radiating an aura of defiance against heaven and earth.
"Tianwu Intention..."
With a mere thought, the figure stirred within his mind. Guided by Zhang Yu’s intent, it began to perform the nine martial forms of the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, move by move.
As the Intention activated, a new, previously unseen aura erupted from Zhang Yu’s body.
In that moment, he felt as though he had become a war god—fierce, relentless, destined to crush everything in his path with sheer force.
His eyes darkened with blood vessels, his blood and martial energy subtly accelerated.
Zhang Yu could feel his body gradually shifting—adjusting itself, moment by moment, into a form perfectly tuned for battle.
"Ha."
He exhaled, pausing the cultivation.
This Tianwu Intention is insane… It must require a mind built for combat. A true battle maniac.
That Xinghuo Immortal… a washed-up old fool kicked out by a major sect… how the hell did he craft something like this?
Damn… was he really kicked out for beating up his boss?
It was like discovering that the fat, middle-aged office drone you’ve seen for years, always complaining about overtime and complaining about his wife, secretly moonlights as a bloodthirsty gladiator.
Logic says this shouldn’t make sense, Zhang Yu thought.
After all, in Kunxu, fighting recklessly meant paying fines—hitting a civilian? You pay. Destroying a building? You pay double. The greater the destruction, the higher the cost.
So where do you fight? Out in the wilds, beyond the city?
But Zhang Yu’s memory had no such place. Every inch of land around Songyang City had already been bought up by corporations. There was no "unowned" territory left.
And if a powerful cultivator wanted to fight regularly, they’d have to pay to suppress law enforcers—whether they won or lost. If they won, they’d still need money to keep the police from showing up. If they lost, they’d need even more to speed up the police’s arrival. Injuries meant medical bills. Even without injury, insurance was mandatory. And then there were the weapons, spirit armor—each requiring annual insurance.
The stronger you are, the more you spend. The more you spend, the poorer you get. The poorer you get, the less you can fight.
So the stronger you are, the less you can fight.
Maybe that’s why Xinghuo Immortal got kicked out… He just couldn’t stop fighting.
Zhang Yu sighed. "The path of immortality isn’t just about punching and killing."
But there was no point dwelling. He resumed his cultivation, aiming to push the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture to Level 2.
The cultivation required the physical body and the Tianwu Intention to synchronize—both moving in perfect harmony as they executed the nine martial forms.
If Zhang Yu only relied on the Martial Dao Intention within his spirit sea, he’d merely activate the scripture’s effect.
But now, with the Intention actively engaging, he felt the scripture’s true power more deeply.
The heart technique could only activate one method at a time.
At this moment, the influence of Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa was completely gone—only the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture remained.
Normally, losing Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa’s effect would have drastically reduced his endurance.
But under the Tianwu state, he felt an overwhelming surge of spirit—no fear, no hesitation, no retreat.
Enemies? Destroy them. Hardships? Smash them flat.
Even the pain of training was swallowed by this boundless will.
Zhang Yu felt energized, driven—more motivated now than ever, even without the endurance boost.
"Damn… this is incredible. So fiery. So alive!"
He could feel his blood rushing, slightly accelerated, as the Tianwu Intention not only enhanced combat but also accelerated his cultivation.
Two hours passed in a flash.
Sweat-drenched, blood surging, Zhang Yu had now completed the form ten times.
Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture — Level 1 (0/10) → Level 2 (0/20)
In an instant, Zhang Yu’s mind felt as though it had leaped across countless days and nights—each repetition embedding deeper into the scripture’s essence.
In his spirit sea, the figure formed by the Tianwu Intention grew sharper. For the first time, a faint outline of Zhang Yu’s face began to emerge.
A full night passed. After breaks and pauses, Zhang Yu finally reached Level 3 — (12/30).
Then his phone rang.
It was Wang Hai.
Zhang Yu learned he had been cut from the school’s Sports Competition team—due to student council matters.
An intimidation move? Zhang Yu thought. If I reject the contract again, will they escalate their tactics?
Not long after, another message came: the student council had invited him for a contract discussion.
…
Songyang High School — Noon
Student Council Office.
A cold snort echoed through the room, and the temperature plummeted—so sharply that even the burly Lan Ling shivered.
But the cold vanished instantly, as if it had never been.
Yet Lan Ling knew it wasn’t illusion. That moment of icy dread had been real—Zhou Chichen had lost his temper.
Just minutes earlier, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had both refused the council’s contract offer—again—citing that the three top-tier schools could offer higher prices.
Lan Ling slowly lowered his dumbbell, eyes fixed on Zhou Chichen, who sat on the sofa.
"President," he asked, "what now?"
Zhou Chichen muttered, "Did I not give them enough face?"
"Wasn’t the offer the best I could make?"
"I just don’t understand—this is a win-win. Why won’t they accept?"
Lan Ling said, "Maybe the fourth-place finish in the Mana Competition inflated Zhang Yu’s pride. Bai Zhenzhen’s just following suit, wanting more."
Zhou Chichen sighed. "Does he really think we can’t let them go? Do they think the top schools would actually sign them? And they want more money? Who do they think they are?"
"Those poor kids… if you’re too harsh, they’ll hate you, resent you, and slack off. But give them even a little slack, they start thinking they’re above us, getting greedy, making everything messy."
He waved his hand wearily. "Do whatever you want. But I want both of them signed within seven days."
…
Class 1-A, Senior Year 1
Zhang Yu sat in the classroom, maintaining the Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa heart technique, studying as he did so.
Since mastering the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, he’d been switching between the two heart techniques.
When cultivating the martial Dao heart method, he performed the outer forms while keeping the Tianwu state active.
When not training—during breaks, classes—he reverted to Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa.
But this constant switching created a mental conflict—two opposing mindsets pulling him in opposite directions.
One demands endless fighting—crush everything. The other demands silent endurance, quiet accumulation.
Switching back and forth like this… damn.
He scratched his head in frustration.
Then, the conflict in his mind shifted to the contract dilemma before him.
You can choose your mindset… but in reality, there’s no “fight, fight, fight” option.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
A message from Teacher Yan of the Mana Class.
“Zhang Yu, you’ve pissed off the student council. I’ve refunded your tutoring fee. You’re suspended from the upcoming Mana Competition.”
“Fix this situation fast.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes narrowed. He knew—this was pressure from the student council.
Then, beside him, Bai Zhenzhen spoke.
“I got kicked out by Old Yan. Did they kick you out too?”
Zhang Yu nodded.
Bai Zhenzhen’s face twisted in anger. “Those rich bastards—they’ll keep harassing us now.”
“Can you keep going?”
Zhang Yu nodded. “I can endure. But for how long?”
Bai Zhenzhen said, “Until we’re strong enough. Until we find a way into the top universities.”
“And in that process, their pressure will only grow.”
“They’re like this—once their interests are threatened… no, even if they just lose a little profit—they rip off their fake kindness and become ruthless.”
“They’ll isolate us. Attack us. Use every trick in the book—have teachers or upperclassmen beat us in combat class, torment us in the Ling Realm, sabotage our grades, strip us of privileges, eliminate every chance.”
“Their lackeys will swarm, throwing down dirty tricks—glue on chairs, dump cold water in the bathroom, steal homework… the usual crap.”
“They’ll use every weapon they can.”
Her eyes darkened.
She could already see the nightmare ahead.
“By the end, we’ll be outcasts—hated by everyone, at the bottom of the food chain, endlessly mocked by the rich, so isolated that no one will even eat with us.”
She grabbed her hair. “Damn it.”
“Nothing will get better. It’ll only get worse—until graduation… or until we kneel and sign our souls away.”
Zhang Yu rolled his eyes. “How do you know all this?”
Bai Zhenzhen said softly, “A senior once told me… before she killed herself.”
She turned to him.
“If you can’t take it, now’s the time to sell yourself while you still have value.”
Zhang Yu smirked. “No. I’m not signing.”
“I’m going to make the Top Ten. I’d rather die than sign.”
Seeing his unwavering expression, Bai Zhenzhen smiled.
“Then we’ll keep going together.”
“But don’t worry—I’m not waiting for fate to decide.”
“I’m about to find the leader of the Poor Ghost Alliance. I’ll get the truth from him—how to get into a top university… without signing a contract.”
(End of Chapter)
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