No Money To Cultivate Immortality? Chapter 93: Anxue Alliance – Trial Lesson - Novel Cool

Chapter 93: Anxue Alliance – Trial Lesson

Inside the dilapidated building.

Zhang Yu stood motionless in the vast, empty hall, silently reflecting on the sensations he’d felt the moment he unleashed the Digging Palm at level 10.

"One palm strike... my control over the Shovel Force has deepened. The range of impact has doubled?"

He struck again, the Shovel Force tearing through the air with a roaring howl, pressing forward in a slow, deliberate wave.

"This Digging Palm may pack a powerful punch, but the wind-up is too long, the movements too sluggish—lacking agility. Definitely not suited for combat."

"Useless unless you're on a construction site."

He shook his head in resignation. He’d known all along these laborer’s martial arts wouldn’t help his Gaokao scores.

"Still, no matter. Sharpening the blade doesn’t delay the chopping."

"As long as it helps me earn more money, spending time training these arts is worth it."

But now that he’d already pushed the Digging Palm to level 10, Zhang Yu had no intention of continuing with it.

And with the Feather Scroll still on cooldown, he turned instead to refining his 10th-level Chisui Hunyuanqi, pushing to further elevate his Physical Strength Level.

…

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

In that time, Zhang Yu had not only raised Digging Palm and Racing Leg to level 10, but also purchased and trained Crane Claw and Elevator Leap to the same peak.

Between food, transportation, and other daily expenses, his savings had taken a serious hit. Fortunately, two more tutoring sessions with Song Hailong had kept his account from collapsing—now hovering just above 15,000 yuan.

Now, having acquired another Invisibility Charm from Zhang Pianpian, Zhang Yu reshaped his form using Chisui Hunyuanqi and set off toward his trial lesson.

Unlike last time, when he’d sprinted the entire way, this time he activated the Racing Leg technique mid-journey.

Martial Energy surged through his body, humming like a car engine, vibrating with power.

With energy flooding his legs, his feet blurred into motion, leaving a trail of afterimages as he shot forward like a bullet.

"Compared to Digging Palm and Crane Claw—both of which are glorified labor tools—Racing Leg and Elevator Leap actually have real value."

He couldn’t help but sigh at the absurdity.

At level 10, Digging Palm could shovel twice the material. Crane Claw could summon both claws to haul heavy loads.

"Still—same old story. Too much wind-up, too slow, not combat-ready. Just glorified manual labor."

But Racing Leg and Elevator Leap? Now those were practical.

As standard skills for delivery couriers, Racing Leg used Martial Energy to accelerate movement—faster than any car or electric scooter, allowing couriers to weave through city streets with unmatched speed.

Elevator Leap, on the other hand, compressed muscles with energy, turning the body into a spring. Couriers could leap from floor to floor without elevators, soaring up buildings with ease—arriving at the doorstep with the package, on time.

"Speaking of which, this is actually my first time mastering martial arts of speed and agility. Honestly, it’s made daily life so much easier."

He thought of the level 10 effects:

Racing Leg at level 10 protected the soles of the shoes, drastically reducing wear and tear—no more frequent replacements.

Elevator Leap at level 10 transformed vertical leaps into horizontal bounds, allowing couriers to clear traffic lights and jam-packed roads with ease, delivering packages on time.

Now, with Martial Energy rising from his dantian, flooding his legs and core, his muscles contracted in a powerful surge—

He leapt.

Twenty meters stretched across the air in a single, fluid arc. He cleared the red light in a graceful, airborne glide.

"With Racing Leg and Elevator Leap, I can reach any tutoring session in just thirty to forty minutes."

"As my Martial Energy grows stronger, my body becomes more powerful—my speed and range will only increase. Soon, it’ll be even faster."

The Doll, hanging around his neck, watched it all with silent disbelief.

Not… seriously? These four martial arts were so simple, yet he’s already maxed them out in just five days?

Is this really the potential I awakened in him?

Dammit… I wish I could get that kind of boost too. How the hell does he even do it?

Over the past five days, Zhang Yu had mostly focused on refining Chisui Hunyuanqi.

But without the boost from the Hunyuan Pill, and with distractions pulling his attention, his Physical Strength Level had only climbed to 1.98.

"I really miss that Hunyuan Pill. Training without it feels like losing money every time I sweat."

…

Back at the small building within the campus.

The middle-aged man who’d greeted Zhang Yu before was already waiting. He smiled as Zhang Yu approached.

"You’re here."

"By the way, I don’t know your name—how should I address you?" Zhang Yu replied casually.

"Just call me Ma Yunteng," he said. "And you?"

"Call me Hei Ya," the man said. "Follow me. The teachers are waiting."

He led Zhang Yu through a hidden door into a subterranean tutoring facility.

Inside, security guards stood every five steps, every ten paces—watching, patrolling, alert.

But their tattoos—“Daily Classes,” “Secret Study,” “Everyone Gets Tutored”—revealed they were all members of the Anxue Alliance.

Yet what puzzled Zhang Yu was the number floating above each guard’s head: 0.

Then, a guard with -122 on his head sprinted past, the number flickering—-122 → -123 → -124.

Zhang Yu couldn’t help but ask, "What’s with the numbers on their heads?"

Hei Ya chuckled. "It’s the Position Monitoring System—developed after our alliance merged with the Divine Powers. If you’re off-duty too long, your salary gets deducted. He’s lost so many points… maybe he had a stomachache?"

Zhang Yu grimaced. "Isn’t that a bit harsh?"

Hei Ya shrugged. "These days, anyone with ambition is drowning in debt. A few deductions? Just part of the struggle every young person faces."

Zhang Yu laughed awkwardly. "So… this gang runs like a real company?"

Hei Ya’s eyes lit up. "Thank you for the compliment. The boss has always aimed to professionalize and formalize the Anxue Alliance. Our dream? To become a real corporation, expand into the city proper."

He sighed. "Truth is, who’d join a gang unless they couldn’t find a job? Once you’re in, your resume is ruined—no more shot at big companies."

Oh wow… Zhang Yu finally got it. So this wasn’t a gang. It was a jobless support network.

Hei Ya gestured ahead. "The tutoring classroom is up ahead. To the left and right are restrooms. Down the stairs are the training hall, shower rooms, and cafeteria."

As Hei Ya spoke, a commotion erupted from a nearby classroom.

Zhang Yu turned.

First, a poster caught his eye:

Enroll in Bailong Teaching Class – Experience the Life of a Top High School Student, 24/7.

By day, you’re just an average student at a regular high school. But at night? You’re a Bailong High School student—unleash explosive academic growth.

Below it, a student grumbled:

"The teacher’s too gentle. No need to kneel, even if you’re a failure. What kind of Bailong class is this? I paid to experience elite teaching. If this is what I get, it’s no different from my regular school!"

Zhang Yu was stunned. You actually pay money to experience a top-tier school’s teaching?

Then he laughed at himself.

Of course. Given my understanding of these obsessed students and their equally obsessed parents in Songyang City… if even a promise of Bailong High School education is out there, someone would line up to pay for it—no matter how fake it is.

…

Meanwhile, in another classroom.

A group of teachers sat puffing on cigarettes, chatting idly.

An elderly man with silver hair and a tattoo of “Daily Lesson” on his arm inhaled deeply, then exhaled a thick plume of Daoxin Buffer smoke.

Daoxin Buffer—a drug that enhanced Dao Heart, infamous for its extreme addictiveness. It circulated widely in Kunxu, sold in cigarettes, alcohol, even drinks.

After a few puffs, he said, "So, how’s the new teacher? Heard he’s from a key high school."

Across from him, a middle-aged woman with a scar across her face sneered. "Key high schools train geniuses—kids with money and brains. Teachers who’ve only ever taught such students… can they teach failures? Have they ever dealt with a student scoring under 450?"

"Most of our students? If we dropped them into a top school, they’d be considered dregs. Can he even teach them?"

A towering man over three meters tall stood rigid, practicing martial forms. His massive muscles were riddled with needle marks—clear signs of a body cultivator.

He snorted. "A teacher from a key school teaching Digging Palm or Racing Leg?"

"Has he ever worked on a construction site? Delivered food? Does he even understand these skills?"

"I’ve been plastering walls for 11 years. Che Nu, you’ve been a delivery courier for 8. Can some fancy schoolteacher possibly know these arts better than us?"

The old man, however, wasn’t convinced. "Still, he did master Wuji Yunshou to level 10. Let’s see what he can do before we judge."

A moment later, Hei Ya led Zhang Yu into the room.

"Everyone, this is Ma Yunteng—our guest instructor for today."

He pointed to the old man. "This is Cai Tou—the one who taught Wuji Yunshou."

"To your right, Che Nu—Racing Leg, level 10."

"Finally, Da Chan—Digging Palm, level 10."

Zhang Yu nodded. He immediately recognized the three were using aliases—just like him. Their appearances might not even be real.

He said simply, "Thank you for your time."

Da Chan, the towering man, scoffed. "We’re all busy. Let’s just start the lesson."

Zhang Yu agreed.

He activated Wu Xiang Yun'gang.

Instantly, clouds swirled around him—ethereal, misty, like a true immortal.

"Then I’ll begin with Wuji Yunshou."

(End of Chapter)

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