Chapter 97: Preparing to Drop Out (Thanks to the Honored Lord 'xX_Acid_Xx')
After hearing Bai Zhenzhen’s agreement, Zhang Yu said, “I checked—there’s still a gap in the high school foundational cultivation instructors. Lately, I’ve been watching you train. Your foundational cultivation level should be pretty high by now, right?”
Two months ago, Bai Zhenzhen had already reached level 4 or 5 in all her high school foundational techniques.
And in the time since, she’d experienced something entirely new—her first real release of the Spirit Root, allowing it to surge unchecked through her body, fueling her cultivation like never before.
The constant presence of the Spirit Root, active 24/7, had grown increasingly harmonious with her, amplifying its effects with each passing day.
Now, her foundational techniques were almost all at level 9 or 10.
Such rapid progress was nothing short of astonishing—enough to draw the attention of powerful cultivators, even entire corporations.
So… should she tell Zhang Yu?
But then she remembered: Zhang Yu had already confessed to her about the Dark Tutoring Realm, a death-defying business. As her partner in the promise to get into the Top Ten, wouldn’t hiding this be utterly dishonorable?
“Besides, Zhang Pianpian already knows.”
“And honestly, I’ve been thinking about letting Yu use it too—sooner or later, he’ll find out anyway.”
With that, Bai Zhenzhen leaned close to Zhang Yu, pressing her lips near his ear.
“All of my first-year foundational techniques? I’ve pushed them all to level 9 or 10.”
Though he’d already suspected she’d broken through, Zhang Yu still felt a faint jolt in his chest.
Then he recalled what The Doll had said during lunch about the Spirit Root.
Could it be related to the Spirit Root inside Bai Zhenzhen’s body?
Meanwhile, The Doll was stunned.
Damn… where did this freak come from? Did someone unlock her potential?
Seeing Zhang Yu’s dazed expression, Bai Zhenzhen flashed a triumphant smirk, then leaned in again, whispering playfully:
“Want to know how I did it?”
Zhang Yu rubbed his ear, still tingling.
“Whenever you feel like talking, just say it. No pressure.”
So what? She’s just cheating. Everyone does.
He then brought up the Dark Tutoring Realm.
“I’ll check again tonight about which foundational courses are most popular and which are short on teachers. You’ve got a few days to prepare. Then I’ll take you to try out a class.”
Bai Zhenzhen stared at him, surprised.
Doesn’t he even care how I shot up to level 9 and 10 so fast?
She’d been ready to share, but now, seeing Zhang Yu’s utterly indifferent expression—like a kid who’d just shown off their favorite toy and found the adult completely unimpressed—her pride withered instantly.
“Hmph. Wait until my Spirit Root can be used by you. Then you’ll beg me to let you use it.”
With that, she turned and stomped off to practice alone, fuming.
For the next few days, aside from preparing for the makeup classes with Bai Zhenzhen, Zhang Yu devoted nearly all his time to cultivating Chisui Hunyuanqi.
That day, he and Bai Zhenzhen trained together on the rooftop. His muscles hummed with low, resonant tones as he refined every fiber—his tendons, organs, bones, even his marrow. Under the steady infusion of the Hunyuan Pill’s essence, his Physical Strength Level crept upward, bit by bit.
Zhang Yu could feel more than just a rise in strength.
His body’s foundation, his innate potential—everything was growing denser, deeper, more resilient under the pill’s influence.
“Even though Kunxu Layer’s Top Ten Sects rules state that anyone must wait until high school to begin true cultivation—otherwise, it’s illegal, punishable by death.”
“But the wealthy families in Songyang aren’t like the old Zhang Yu—poor and broke until high school.”
Now Zhang Yu knew: the rich had been training since childhood. Not cultivating yet, but undergoing surgeries, taking supplements, nutritional regimens, and every possible method to enhance potential and build foundation—long before high school.
Even Zhao Tianxing, whose family wasn’t that wealthy, had told him his parents had been feeding him tonics since elementary school.
Most students at Songyang High School weren’t like the original Zhang Yu—starting cultivation with nothing but their raw, unmodified bodies.
Zhang Yu mused: Maybe that’s why the original me had such poor resistance—overdosing on pills damaged my organs.
But now, under the cultivation of Chisui Hunyuanqi, especially with the Hunyuan Pill fueling his body, Zhang Yu could feel his flesh, organs, marrow, and bones becoming fundamentally stronger.
No longer was he just wearing himself down like he had with the Jianti Thirty-Six Forms.
Now, the pill’s essence was actively purifying his body—his blood and qi surged stronger, digestion improved, metabolism accelerated, and even hidden toxins and waste in his organs were being flushed out.
“If I keep building my foundation like this, my body’s potential will grow. Future strength gains will be easier.”
“And my organs… they feel so much better now. If I keep this up, I might even be able to handle more Strengthening Medicine in the future.”
Just then, his phone rang.
He answered—Song Hailong on the line.
Song Hailong: “Zhang Yu, I’m calling to let you and Bai Zhenzhen know—your training sessions are canceled.”
Zhang Yu: “Wait… you’re sure?”
Song Hailong: “Thanks for your hard work. You’ve helped me improve a lot in ground combat.”
“But you’ve probably noticed—my Physical Strength Level is rising faster than ever. You won’t keep up.”
Zhang Yu thought: I can keep taking Hunyuan Pills. My strength will catch up. I should try to convince him to keep going.
But Song Hailong continued:
“You’re talented, but I’ve found a better training partner. My time’s limited, so I can’t keep working with you.”
Zhang Yu: “Who?”
He wanted to see who was stealing his clients.
Song Hailong (gritting his teeth): “Yu Xinghan.”
Zhang Yu could almost picture him—face twisted in rage, veins bulging on his forehead.
Song Hailong: “He’s the top scorer in this month’s grade-level exam.”
“Hah.” He laughed bitterly. “He needs a sparring partner, and he decided the best match was me. So he paid me ten thousand per hour.”
“Money’s not the issue. But fighting someone stronger every day, pushing myself to surpass him—it’s exactly what I want.”
“Alright, I’ll end it here. Focus on your training. Don’t show up at the Sports Competition looking weak.”
Zhang Yu hung up, the truth sinking in.
He couldn’t argue.
Great. My client’s now someone else’s employee. And the guy paying him? A stronger force who’s literally paying to beat my client. How do I compete with that?
He sighed and told Bai Zhenzhen the news.
Bai Zhenzhen groaned.
“Ugh. Income’s dropping again. Looks like joining Anxue Alliance for makeup classes is unavoidable. I’ll prepare—I’ll be ready in a couple of days. We’ll go then.”
She thought about their current hustle—running a side business, scrambling for thousands per hour in tutoring fees.
Meanwhile, Song Hailong was training against a stronger opponent, getting paid ten thousand per hour just to fight.
“How the hell do these rich bastards make money so easily?”
…
Two days later, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen met at the agreed-upon subway station.
Under the power of Chisui Hunyuanqi, Zhang Yu once again transformed into Ma Teacher’s appearance.
Then he saw her—after she took off her mask.
A girl with golden hair, her face, arms, and neck covered in intricate tattoos, standing before him.
Only after checking her phone did he finally recognize her.
Whoa… what the hell? Is this really Bai Zhenzhen? Did she turn into a rune warrior? A spiritual street punk?
Bai Zhenzhen smirked at his shock.
“You said we needed to disguise ourselves, right? You’ve got Chisui Hunyuanqi to change your form. I’ve got tattoos, fake hair, and padding to alter my look. I’ll wash it off when we get home.”
“With the mask back on, no one’ll recognize us, right?”
“And now I don’t look like a high school student at all. How else are we gonna pass the interview?”
Zhang Yu finally noticed the subtle changes—her chest, her hips, her shoes.
Ah… so that’s why her figure looks bigger. She’s padded. With the tattoos and the wig, she really doesn’t look like a student anymore.
But he still hesitated.
“You’ve got so many tattoos… won’t that be a problem for a tutoring job interview?”
Bai Zhenzhen waved it off.
“What kind of gang even checks for tattoos during hiring?”
“Besides, I think Anxue Alliance is supposed to look like this. Look at the words I’ve got—‘Classroom Seas Are Endless,’ ‘Daily Classes,’ plus desk, chair, blackboard tattoos. Doesn’t that scream illegal tutoring?”
Zhang Yu stared at the ink on her face.
And suddenly, he realized—that was exactly the vibe he’d seen in Anxue Alliance’s underground classrooms.
The Doll commented: “After years in the underworld, I can say—this tattoo game? It’s a major interview bonus. At first glance, she looks more like an Anxue Alliance instructor than you do. Like a high school teacher drowning in debt, forced to sell lessons.”
Zhang Yu: “Alright then.”
He nodded, pulled his mask back on, and led the newly transformed Bai Zhenzhen toward the Anxue Alliance campus.
But this time, with her in tow, he first took the subway.
After exiting, he glanced at the remaining distance.
“Still a long way. I’ll carry you.”
(End of Chapter)
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