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Chapter 88: Filming, and Teaching He Dayou a Lesson (Repaying the Monthly Ticket Loan #3)
It had been several days since the Martial Arts Competition ended, and finally, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen received a job— a group commercial advertisement featuring several competition athletes.
Walking down the street, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but ask: “Did you hear what Song Hailong said yesterday? He’s already gotten a personal ad just for coming in third. Why did we only get a group shoot?”
Bai Zhenzhen wrinkled her nose. “I asked around. The reason is simple… school’s been going for half a year already. We’ll be in sophomore year in just six months.”
“Because they’re afraid we’ll crash and burn, that’s why no one’s hiring us for personal ads.”
Hearing that, Zhang Yu felt utterly bewildered. “Crash and burn? How could we possibly crash? Are they worried we’ll start dating fans?”
Bai Zhenzhen shot him a sideways glance, exasperated. “What are you talking about? Dating fans isn’t crashing and burning. They’re scared our grades will plummet once we hit junior year. After all, we’re poor.”
Zhang Yu instantly understood. Ah, right— the crash and burn of Kunxu’s top scholars was a drop in academic performance. Makes sense.
But then he grew furious. “Just because we’re poor does that mean we have to crash and burn in junior year? We’re already broke, yet somehow still harder to earn money than Song Hailong, who’s loaded. He gets personal ads, and we don’t even get a single one.”
“Wait— then why did they pick us for a group ad? Don’t they fear we’ll crash and burn then too?”
Bai Zhenzhen stared at him like he was a complete idiot. “You’re kidding, right? In a group ad, if we do crash and burn, they’ll just cut us out. Easy.”
More than half an hour later, the two arrived at a studio. Already gathered there were several familiar faces from the three top high schools.
But at that moment, everyone was subtly glancing toward one particular boy— a teenager surrounded by over ten staff members.
Bai Zhenzhen tilted her head. “Who’s that? The production value’s insane.”
Zhang Yu, equally curious, murmured, “This was supposed to be a group ad with the top eight from the Martial Arts Competition. But he doesn’t look like any of them.”
Lian Tianji suddenly appeared behind them. “That’s Yu Xinghan. The youngest disciple Xinghuo Immortal found in another city. He’s expected to transfer to Bailong High School soon.”
Watching the boy— the center of attention, surrounded by assistants, makeup artists, directors, and crew— Bai Zhenzhen narrowed her eyes. “Xinghuo Immortal? You mean the Jin Dan Immortal who got downgraded?”
Lian Tianji nodded. “According to Xinghuo Immortal himself, Yu Xinghan is his sole heir— the one who’ll inherit all his teachings and wealth. Future top scorer in the Songyang City Gaokao.”
“With the title of Golden Core Disciple and such high praise, it’s no surprise Xianyun Group pulled him in for this ad.”
He glanced toward Song Hailong, who was practically seething. “Look at him— his eyes are practically sparking. Yu Xinghan’s transferring to Bailong High School. That means he’ll inevitably challenge Song Hailong for first place in the grade.”
Zhang Yu watched Song Hailong’s expression— a perfect image of a startled calico cat, back arched, fur bristling, eyes locked on Yu Xinghan with venomous focus.
Zhang Yu’s gaze flickered. “So he’ll be competing in every upcoming event, then?”
Lian Tianji gave a firm nod. “Of course. Next Sports Competition, he’ll be a serious contender for the championship.” His own eyes glowed with quiet challenge.
Just as Lian Tianji was speaking, a pair of eyes— cold and calculating— silently settled on the three of them.
The owner of those eyes was Le Mulan, from Ziyun High School.
She had no real interest in this kind of ad shoot— but two things changed that.
First, the presence of Golden Core Disciple Yu Xinghan himself. She was naturally curious about someone with such a legendary status.
Second? The two only poor students among the competitors— Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.
As she watched them, Le Mulan thought to herself: I’ve been seeing his photos on social media every day lately… I don’t find him as repulsive as I used to. Maybe now’s the time to get closer.
But then the memory flooded back— the image of him, soaked in blood, filthy and hot, his body crushing hers, the stench of his sweat and blood drenching her clothes. She shivered instinctively, goosebumps rising on her arms.
No… not yet. Start small.
Anyway, during the actual shoot, we’ll have to get close. That’s the perfect chance.
So she remained still, observing them in silence, her gaze drifting back and forth between Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen like a predator circling prey.
…
The shoot itself was a group endorsement for Xianyun Group’s tutoring center, with all the competition athletes promoting the brand.
Throughout filming, people kept approaching Yu Xinghan— trying to chat, adding him on social media, seeking favor. Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen got a firsthand taste of what it meant to be surrounded by a Golden Core Disciple’s aura.
The center of the ad was entirely dominated by Yu Xinghan. The other athletes formed a radiant halo around him— like petals surrounding a flower.
But the hierarchy was clear: the top three— Zhang Yu, Le Mulan, and Song Hailong— were the vibrant leaves at the flower’s side. Bai Zhenzhen, fourth place, was the root beneath. And Lian Tianji, ranked lower? He was the dirt beneath the flowerbed.
According to the director, the final cut would feature the words “Golden Core Immortal’s Sole Disciple” filling the entire screen— making Yu Xinghan the undeniable star.
During filming, Zhang Yu noticed something odd about Le Mulan. She kept taking deep breaths, trembling slightly. Finally, he couldn’t resist asking, “What’s wrong with you?”
When she turned to face him, Le Mulan flinched and took a half-step back. “N-Nothing! I’m fine. Don’t worry about me!”
Zhang Yu mentally cursed her as a lunatic and turned away.
But inside, Le Mulan was whispering to herself: His smell is unbearable… Is this what Mom called the “subway stench” of poor people?
Good. I was right to come. I’m slowly getting used to it.
After four grueling hours, the shoot was finally done. Zhang Yu collected 30,000 yuan, while Bai Zhenzhen got 8,000. They headed home.
But not long after arriving, Zhang Yu immediately converted his 30,000 yuan into a Hunyuan Pill, swallowing it whole.
A surge of violent medicinal energy flooded through his body. Without hesitation, he began cultivating Chisui Hunyuanqi.
As the pill’s power spread through his limbs, muscles, organs, and bones, it felt like parched earth finally drinking rain. With every rotation of his cultivation technique, his body greedily absorbed the energy.
After half an hour, the surge finally subsided.
But Zhang Yu knew it wasn’t gone— the power had been absorbed deep into his flesh, organs, and bones.
Though he didn’t feel any immediate increase in his Physical Strength Level, he felt stronger than ever— a surge of raw vitality flowing through him, as if he could train forever.
He knew the stored energy would continue to act within him over the next few days, amplifying his cultivation and steadily boosting his Physical Strength Level.
Without delay, he resumed his practice— Chisui Hunyuanqi.
For the entire night, he pushed himself relentlessly— training until he collapsed, then rising again when Ritual stirred him. On and on, in a cycle of exhaustion and revival.
Under such extreme training, his Physical Strength Level leapt from 1.67 to 1.70.
“Amazing pill… truly amazing. The price really is justified.”
…
Over the next few days, Zhang Yu seized every moment to cultivate Chisui Hunyuanqi, racing against time to maximize his gains before the medicinal energy faded.
He couldn’t help but marvel: Kunxu… you’ve turned people into monsters. I’m actually self-motivated now— three whole days without even hearing Ritual’s damn whining.
During this time, he could feel his body growing stronger— inch by inch, moment by moment.
After all, fully unleashing 10-level Chisui Hunyuanqi should be something only top-tier senior students can do.
Now I’m using it to level up from 1.7. It’s like a max-level player resetting to level 1— and grinding like a maniac.
In just three days, as the medicinal energy drained away, his Physical Strength Level climbed steadily— from 1.70 all the way to 1.87.
Standing in class now, feeling the last traces of the pill’s power vanish, Zhang Yu let out a quiet sigh.
The more he felt the power drain, the more he longed for money.
In Kunxu… you really can’t survive without money.
Just as he was lost in thought, Teacher Lei Jun’s voice cut through the silence.
“Zhang Yu. He Dayou. You two will spar together.”
Zhang Yu blinked in surprise. He usually got paired with Bai Zhenzhen in combat class. Why was he being matched with He Dayou now?
A god against a bronze-level rookie? What was Old Lei thinking?
The truth was simple: Lei Jun wanted Zhang Yu to teach He Dayou a lesson.
Because lately, He Dayou had been acting outrageously in combat class.
“Rampaging with his boosted Physical Strength Level, completely ignoring all the techniques I’ve taught.”
So Lei Jun sent out his ace— Zhang Yu— to remind He Dayou that skill and technique mattered more than raw power.
He Dayou approached with a dark expression, mentally calculating: After weeks of implantation and adaptation training, my Physical Strength Level should be far ahead of Zhang Yu’s. But that kid… his combat ability is too dangerous.
As he thought, Zhang Yu lunged forward with a palm strike.
He instinctively raised his hand to block— but then froze.
Zhang Yu had grabbed his wrist, and was now matching strength with him.
“What?!” He Dayou’s shock turned to excitement. “You actually dare to match strength with me now?”
With his other hand, he gripped Zhang Yu’s arm, and both men locked onto each other— their Martial Energies colliding, muscles straining as they poured power into the clash.
He Dayou roared, trying to lift Zhang Yu and throw him outside the boundary.
But then— he felt it.
Zhang Yu’s hands were like stone. Unshakable.
No matter how hard he strained, the grip held firm.
(End of Chapter)
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