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Chapter 99: Borrowing A Zhen's Spirit Root (Repaying Monthly Ticket Loan 4)
Zhang Yu felt only a sudden chill at the small of his back—then something slipped into his dantian, his spiritual sea, and began to take root.
He wasn’t unfamiliar with leasing a Spirit Root. The moment he sensed the change within his dantian, the realization hit him instantly.
How did a Spirit Root suddenly appear inside me?
Then came the sensation—after rapidly rooting and sprouting, the Spirit Root spread throughout his entire body like nerves, weaving through every inch of his flesh, as if it had always belonged there.
Even more, with every breath of his 10th-level Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa, the tendrils of the Spirit Root pulsed in rhythm, drawing in surrounding spiritual energy like a magnet, pulling it toward him in a swirling rush.
Hiss!
It was like drought-stricken earth meeting a downpour. With each wave of spiritual energy flooding into his body, every fiber of his being ached with ecstasy, craving more.
For Zhang Yu, who had no Spirit Root yet still sought cultivation, most of his life had been spent in spiritual deprivation—his body perpetually starved for energy.
Now, with spiritual energy surging through him from every direction, he felt an overwhelming wave of euphoria. His 10th-level Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa roared to life, its flow growing fiercer, drawing even more spiritual energy from the air around him.
This sudden shift didn’t go unnoticed by Bai Zhenzhen.
Especially since she could faintly sense her own Spirit Root now residing within Zhang Yu’s body.
My Spirit Root… ended up in Yu’s belly?
A flicker of surprise crossed her mind. What the hell? I was gonna lend it to him—only after he begged me on his knees, calling me “Mom”! How did it just… go in by itself?
Fuming, she reached out and started groping Zhang Yu’s stomach, desperate to pull her Spirit Root back.
The tickling sensation of her fingers on his lower abdomen made Zhang Yu flinch.
“Hey, A Zhen! Stop it! Don’t touch me like that! We’re gonna cause a traffic accident—someone’s gonna die, and we can’t afford the damages!”
Zhang Yu skidded to a halt, his Racing Legs slowing down rapidly until he stopped at the roadside, then set Bai Zhenzhen down.
She failed to retrieve her Spirit Root, grumbling in reluctant defeat.
“Is my Spirit Root really in your stomach?”
Zhang Yu instinctively touched his belly.
“…Is this your Spirit Root?”
He thought to himself: Didn’t the Evil God say… this was A Zhen’s own Spirit Root, not a leased one? How could it end up in me?
The Doll—disguised as a prayer bead—was equally stunned.
This woman’s Spirit Root can actually transfer?
Bai Zhenzhen had no idea what Zhang Yu was thinking. From her perspective, he still had no clue about the secret of her Spirit Root.
Now that it was already inside him, she decided to drop all pretense.
She nodded bluntly, then bit her lip.
“This is a Spirit Root I’ve nurtured for over a decade. How’s it feel to use?”
Zhang Yu wanted to say it was incredible—but seeing her furious expression, he held back.
Instead, he rubbed his stomach, curious.
“Why did your Spirit Root end up in me?”
“I’ve had a Spirit Root inside me since birth,” Bai Zhenzhen sighed. “It’s not like ordinary Spirit Roots. It grows with me.”
“Lately, it’s even started adapting to my thoughts—shaping itself in different directions based on my will.”
“Like when you asked to borrow a Spirit Root… I actually thought, Could I make it happen?”
“And today, this damn thing just… crawled into your stomach all on its own!”
Zhang Yu’s face twisted in disbelief.
“Wait… there’s actually a Spirit Root like that?”
Bai Zhenzhen was still furious about the whole situation and reached for his stomach again, fingers digging in.
Then she sneered.
“Not getting rid of the root? That’s annoying. Why does touching your belly make it react? You want me to give you time to… finish?”
You have no idea how high my vitality is right now! Zhang Yu suddenly felt like a friend had barged into his room and caught him with one hand clutching a tissue, the other buried in his pants.
And in that moment, he finally understood why Songyang High School had its sterilization policy.
If they didn’t sterilize students—this generation of blood-boiling, money-hungry teens—constantly rubbing against each other for three years… the school’s academic scores would collapse.
Under Bai Zhenzhen’s scornful stare, Zhang Yu backed away.
“Calm down. Think carefully—how did your Spirit Root get into me?”
After some discussion and experimentation, Bai Zhenzhen had Zhang Yu carry her again.
As she wrapped her arms tightly around his back, whispering silently, Come back, come back, come back…, she suddenly felt warmth bloom in her stomach.
Her precious Spirit Root had returned.
With its return, a torrent of spiritual energy surged into her body, flooding her limbs and organs.
Hiss!
She gasped, startled.
Why does it feel like it’s absorbing spiritual energy even more efficiently now? And why is it… drifting toward areas where I don’t normally circulate martial energy?
But soon, the Spirit Root settled back into its usual rhythm, readjusting to her body.
A sudden thought struck her.
Could it have… adapted to Yu’s body while inside him? Changed shape to fit him… and then reverted once it came back?
But it snapped back to my original form so quickly… was it just too short a time?
Her curiosity flared.
What if it stayed longer? What if it adapted even deeper… into Yu’s body? What would happen then?
On the other side, as the Spirit Root vanished from his dantian, the flood of spiritual energy faded.
Zhang Yu felt a pang of loss.
Then Bai Zhenzhen spoke.
“Yu, let me try transferring the Spirit Root to you again. Catch it.”
In an instant, Zhang Yu felt the familiar presence return—rooting once more in his dantian.
Spiritual energy poured in from all around, filling him to the brim.
Damn… this is what it feels like to be a real cultivator.
Though the sensation was heavenly, Zhang Yu knew this Spirit Root was vital to Bai Zhenzhen’s strength—her key to cracking the Top Ten.
So he forced himself to resist the temptation.
“Alright, A Zhen. Take it back. Don’t keep passing it in and out—it might break.”
She shook her head.
“No problem. Leave it with you for a few hours. I’ve got an idea I want to test.”
“Huh?” Zhang Yu perked up. “Then… uh… I can lend you Lushu for a while?”
“Give it here!” Bai Zhenzhen reached into his chest and pulled out Lushu.
“Your Spirit Root’s worth at least hundreds of millions. This Lushu’s just collateral for now.”
She patted his shoulder.
“Get to school—don’t be late. Su Haifeng’s gonna give you a hard time if you’re late.”
And so, Zhang Yu carried Bai Zhenzhen the rest of the way to school.
On the way, she clung to him, resting her head on his back, playing with Lushu, occasionally explaining the latest abilities of her Spirit Root.
Zhang Yu suddenly spoke.
“Always ‘Spirit Root, Spirit Root’… it’s getting confusing in conversation. Shouldn’t we give it a name?”
Bai Zhenzhen paused—surprised.
She’d never named it. Ever since childhood, she’d only thought of it as Hidden Spirit Root. After entering high school, she never told a soul about the one inside her.
So to her, it was just “Spirit Root”—because she knew which one she meant.
But now, hearing Zhang Yu’s suggestion, she nodded slowly.
“Hmm… what should we call it?”
“Since it’s yours,” Zhang Yu said, “why not call it Zhen Linggen?”
“Too cheesy,” Bai Zhenzhen rolled her eyes. “Just call it Zhen Linggen. And after we get home, tell everyone I lent you a leased Spirit Root.”
She smirked.
“Yeah… that’ll make it even clearer it’s not mine.”
From then on, she continued listing all the wonders of Zhen Linggen:
Hidden Spirit Root, invisibility, accelerated martial cultivation, spotting opponents’ weak points in battle, faster martial energy refinement, and her newest trick—body refinement assistance.
Zhang Yu listened with wide, glowing eyes, desperate to begin training immediately.
And the whole time—every word, every gesture—The Doll, disguised as a prayer bead, watched and listened.
Her verdict?
Stupid. Stupid. Zhang Yu, you absolute fool. This is a reverse Celestial Spirit Root. Kill her now. Steal it. I’ve got a hundred ways to dispose of her corpse without a trace.
With this kind of power, you’re not just aiming for Top Ten. You could go all the way to graduate school… no, even PhD!
You wait, and she’ll betray you. How can she let such a secret stay in your hands?
But seeing the trust between Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, The Doll knew she’d only be mocked if she spoke.
Damn it… this is the poverty mentality. Always trusting friends, loyalty, love—fairy tales that get you nowhere. They don’t pay the bills.
Money. Only money matters.
Back at school, Zhang Yu skipped not only physical education—already long abandoned—but also Mana Class and Practical Combat, since he’d already mastered the basics.
Teacher Yan from Mana Class and Teacher Lei from Practical Combat were both familiar with Zhang Yu. They knew his martial energy control and combat skills were far beyond first-year level.
So they agreed to his absences.
With all that time freed up, Zhang Yu spent the better part of the day training in secret—no distractions, no rules.
—
Another chapter repaid. Still need more monthly tickets.
Thank you, Zhang Pianpian, for the 20,000 reward.
Thank you, 3Xxus1Ai, for the 10,000 reward.
(End of Chapter)
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