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Chapter 87: A Test of Will, Advertising (Thanks to Book Friend 20171123095745156, the Honored Patron)
The cafeteria.
Zhang Yu stared at Qian Shen and Zhao Tianxing, puzzled. Why did both of them look like they’d failed an exam?
“What’s wrong with you two?”
But neither Qian Shen nor Zhao Tianxing could answer. They’d both signed confidentiality agreements—no details about the Special Training Program could be shared with anyone outside.
Zhao Tianxing gave a wry smile and shook his head. “Nothing. Just… the pressure from the competition team is kind of intense.”
In his eyes, however, a flicker of regret passed.
He Dayou and the others started their transplant surgeries yesterday, Zhao Tianxing thought. Their Physical Strength Level will skyrocket from here on out.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen may be talented, but they can’t possibly outpace the school’s Daoist technology.
So the path of cultivation… really does come down to money, doesn’t it?
…
That afternoon, during Physical Education class.
He Dayou – Physical Strength Level 1.56
Li Xianglu – Physical Strength Level 1.55
Wang Wenjie – Physical Strength Level 1.53
Overnight, after their transplant surgeries, the three had all made significant progress.
Watching them effortlessly dominate the equipment, their numbers flashing on the detection screen, the surrounding students couldn’t help but stare with envy.
“The Sports Competition really is Songyang’s crown jewel. Look at how fast He Dayou’s improving.”
“Only been a day? Wang Hai Teacher really knows his stuff.”
But He Dayou wasn’t interested in their whispers. He turned his gaze, searching for Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen—only to find neither of them present. Not even in the small adjacent room.
Hmph. Doesn’t matter. There’ll be plenty of time later.
He Dayou already pictured it: his Physical Strength Level surging day after day over the next month, crushing Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen beneath his feet.
My level will keep rising—fast. Soon, I’ll be close to the second-year standard.
My score will be above theirs, for good.
…
Where were Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen?
They’d both applied to skip PE class.
Zhang Yu’s reasoning: My Chisui Hunyuanqi is advancing at lightning speed. I’d better train in secret—no need to let anyone catch a glimpse of the signs.
Bai Zhenzhen, on the other hand, thought: My Spirit Root has so many functions. Now that I’ve already got the reputation of renting a Spirit Root, I don’t need to draw attention. Better train alone—no crowd, no risk of being noticed.
So, on the school rooftop.
Zhang Yu looked at Bai Zhenzhen, grinning. “Funny, huh? You’re skipping PE too?”
Bai Zhenzhen smiled back. “Coincidence, huh? You’re here on the rooftop training too?”
Zhang Yu thought: She’s definitely opened up. That’s why she’s hiding here—doesn’t want anyone seeing her train.
Bai Zhenzhen mused: He’s probably still closed. Wants to secretly train, hide his strength, then blow everyone away in a month—so he came up here to prep. Smart.
Zhang Yu chuckled. “Then let’s train together on the rooftop.”
Bai Zhenzhen grinned. “Yeah. Together. Together.”
Zhang Yu thought: She’s trustworthy. This time, I’ll let her see my true talent—she’ll be totally awed.
Bai Zhenzhen grinned inwardly: After years of holding back, finally someone I can show off to. I can already picture the look on Zhang Yu’s face—jealousy, envy, pure frustration!
They exchanged a knowing smile, then stepped apart and began their cultivation.
On the rooftop, Zhang Yu started hammering away at his Chisui Hunyuanqi.
He stood still, his body vibrating with each repetition, emitting a deep, rumbling sound—like waves endlessly crashing against rock.
Bai Zhenzhen glanced over. Her eyes widened as she saw Zhang Yu’s face and hands flush red from the surge of blood and energy.
Is that… Chisui Hunyuanqi? she thought, stunned. Has he already mastered it? Is he really cultivating it now?
Suddenly, her own Spirit Root felt worthless.
She felt like she’d been woken up at midnight by a classmate’s breathing.
Like she’d seen a classmate secretly eat extra medicine packets.
Like she’d spotted needle marks on a classmate’s arm during PE—marks she’d never noticed before.
Without hesitation, she released her Spirit Root’s control and began her own cultivation.
Let’s see who can flex harder.
Keep pushing, keep surpassing. Next month, my Physical Strength Level has to stay above Zhang Yu’s!
She unleashed her Spirit Root’s power, beginning to refine her body.
Zhang Yu had only practiced for a dozen rounds when his body gave out. He sat down to rest, pulling out a bottle of energy drink.
Not bad—free from Bailong High School. Still tastes great.
Just then, he sensed an odd shift in the air’s Spirit Energy. He turned toward Bai Zhenzhen.
She was cultivating another Body-Refining Technique—Zhang Yu couldn’t identify the method, but he could feel faint threads of Spirit Energy weaving into her flesh, nourishing her entire body.
That’s the Spirit Root’s effect, he thought. Like the Muscle Growth Spirit Root—something that enhances the body.
Damn, having a Spirit Root is amazing. Gotta borrow hers later.
Then he noticed something else.
With ten levels of mastery in multiple techniques, Zhang Yu could spot the subtlest shifts in form and motion.
And now, as he watched Bai Zhenzhen, he noticed her technique changing slightly with every repetition—smoother, more fluid, more natural. As if she were instinctively adapting to the method.
Does she… adjust her technique every single time she practices?
It sounded simple. But the more Zhang Yu thought about it, the more he realized how extraordinary it was.
Wait… is this like my Feather Scroll? Is her technique improving as fast as mine?
She wasn’t this good before…
She’s been secretly unlocking it all along.
The thought hit him like a slap.
She’s been grinding away in secret, while I wasn’t even watching.
Zhang Yu stood up immediately, shaking off his fatigue.
He resumed his training—pushing himself harder than ever.
From that moment on, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen trained side by side, pushing each other relentlessly.
When the bell finally rang, Zhang Yu had raised his Chisui Hunyuanqi to Level 7 (15/70). His entire body ached, every muscle, tendon, and organ pulsing with each cycle of energy. Inside, his internal organs seemed to shift and stretch, emitting strange, rhythmic internal sounds with every motion.
On the other side, Bai Zhenzhen was drenched in sweat, her face flushed red, steam rising from her body. Every fiber of her muscles was growing stronger under the Spirit Root’s constant stimulation.
They looked at each other and smiled.
Zhang Yu grinned. “Nice work, Zhenzhen.”
Bai Zhenzhen chuckled. “Not bad yourself, Yu.”
Zhang Yu thought: I’m not showering tonight. Back to training—Gotta push Chisui Hunyuanqi to Level 10.
Bai Zhenzhen silently vowed: No bathroom breaks tonight. Gonna push my body until dawn!
For the next few days, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen moved through the school’s quiet corners—back alleys, empty classrooms, rooftops—leaving behind pools of sweat as they relentlessly hammered their bodies.
Meanwhile, during PE, He Dayou watched his Physical Strength Level rise each day with growing excitement—yet each time, disappointment flickered when Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen still didn’t show.
He suppressed it.
This was expected, he told himself. Talented poor kids might start strong, but in the end, they always lose to the rich.
After the transplant, my new muscles are fusing with my body. My level is rising daily.
The longer Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen wait to witness my power, the more crushing the gap will feel.
With a quiet thrill, He Dayou returned to his training.
And nearby, Zhao Tianxing watched him in silence—his gaze filled with envy and hesitation.
Qian Shen already quit. Said he wouldn’t join the team. Lan Ling picked another student.
But… should I quit too?
I don’t like this way of boosting scores… but He Dayou’s improving so fast. If I keep going, I’ll never catch up.
Then he remembered: his parents were about to sell their house just to fund his entry into the team.
His hesitation returned.
…
That afternoon, in a quiet grove before school ended.
Zhang Yu sat cross-legged, his body emitting thick white vapor in the cold wind—proof that his Chisui Hunyuanqi had now reached Level 10.
Every muscle, organ, and marrow in his body was being pulled and refined with each cycle of energy.
Beyond that, the transformation from Level 10 brought profound changes: his physical structure became more balanced, precise, and efficient. Each muscle, like a perfectly crafted gear, fit seamlessly into the whole.
The result? His Physical Strength Level shot up instantly—now at 1.67, boosted further by days of relentless training.
His digestion and metabolism had also accelerated.
He was constantly hungry—not just for food, but every single muscle fiber in his body seemed to be screaming for nourishment.
Daily food budget already over 600 yuan. Cultivation is expensive.
But even so, his body still felt unsatisfied.
Probably need pills now, he thought.
Chisui Hunyuanqi could be combined with pills for faster refinement. The required pill was called the Hunyuan Pill.
He’d checked online: 30,000 yuan each.
Damn it… is Ziyun Pharmaceutical Company charging like a thief?
Food costs were soaring. Pills were required.
Zhang Yu felt himself getting poorer by the day.
Yesterday, he’d given another tutoring session to Song Hailong—another 5,000 yuan had hit his account.
But even with less than 16,000 yuan left in his balance, he still felt short.
Then—luck struck.
As the final bell rang, Bai Zhenzhen finished her training and turned to Zhang Yu.
“Come on, Yu. Time to shoot that ad.”
(End of Chapter)
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