What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?

The stationery store near the school always sells various items that students need.

The stationery store near Songyang High School is no different.

In addition to various stationery items, the huge display case behind the owner is like a pharmacy, filled with various medicines that high school students need, from sedatives and stimulants to focus potions.

Zhang Yu leaned on the counter with both hands and asked, "Boss, do you have nerve fillers?"

The boss, who was busy with his phone, said without looking up, "Do you want the expensive ones or the cheap ones?"

Zhang Yu: "I'm a student, can you sell me the expensive ones cheaper?"

The boss finally looked up and glanced at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu didn't care and said, "I'm the tenth in the grade in Class 1 of Senior High, a campus celebrity. If I feel good after taking your medicine, my classmates will definitely come to buy it."

The boss twitched his lips, took out a box of medicine from the cabinet, and put it in front of Zhang Yu: "Purple Cloud Company's nerve filler, guarantees you only need to sleep 20 minutes a day, 500 a box, I'll sell it to you for 480 this time."

Zhang Yu picked up the medicine box and looked at it: "Don't you have anything to give away?"

The boss frowned and took out a few painkillers, saying, "I'll give you these."

Zhang Yu smiled, stuffed the painkillers into his pocket, and said, "Thank you, boss, then can I not take the nerve filler?"

Seeing the boss's darkening face, Zhang Yu scanned the payment code on the side: "Just kidding, I'll scan you now."

Picking up the nerve filler on the counter, Zhang Yu felt a pang of pain in his heart.

This box of nerve filler can only last for a week, but it cost him a full 480. At this moment, his account balance instantly dropped to over 1,700.

But Zhang Yu believed it was all worth it.

After all, he had already decided to participate in the Dharma Competition, so Zhang Yu was prepared to use his full strength and stay up all night for the next week to practice the Zhoutian Qi Gathering Method.

"Hehe, my goal is not just to be in the top ten in the grade."

On the other side, Zhao Tianxing followed into the stationery store, watching Zhang Yu buy medicine and leave. He thought to himself, "Is it really a nerve filler?"

He followed Zhang Yu out of the stationery store, walking along the street, until he reached a corner, when he suddenly found that Zhang Yu was already standing there waiting for him.

"You... Hello, Zhang Yu." Zhao Tianxing said awkwardly, "What a coincidence, you're walking this way too?"

Zhang Yu looked at him and asked, "Why are you following me?"

Zhao Tianxing scratched his head, pretending to be stupid: "Following you? I also take this road after school."

Zhang Yu said impatiently, "Please take a look at yourself."

"More than two meters tall, more than 300 pounds, I saw you when I came out of the cafeteria."

"What do you want?"

Zhao Tianxing naturally couldn't tell him that the physical education teacher, Wang Hai, had asked him to approach Zhang Yu to find out where Zhang Yu's supply channels were.

So Zhao Tianxing scratched his head again and said embarrassedly, "Zhang Yu, I think you're very good, I want to follow you and learn from you."

Looking at the shy appearance of the 300-pound boy in front of him, Zhang Yu thought, "Isn't... is your social ability still stuck in elementary school?"

Zhang Yu thought for a while and said, "Okay, as long as you treat me to fried chicken, you can follow me if you want."

Feeling the bursts of chills coming from his body, and the countdown constantly urging in his mind, Zhang Yu knew he couldn't stay any longer.

So he walked forward helplessly, while waving his hand: "Let's talk as we walk."

Zhao Tianxing followed behind Zhang Yu, hesitating: "You want to eat fried chicken? That's a taboo for body training. Teacher Wang told us not to eat it. Can we change it to chicken breast?"

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to eat it, just treat me." Thinking of the taste of fried chicken, Zhang Yu couldn't help wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Since coming to this world, he has been eating poor man's healthy meals in the high school cafeteria three times a day. Zhang Yu hasn't eaten fried chicken like this for a long time.

The daily hard work made him constantly accumulate pressure in his heart, with no time to relax and not daring to spend an extra penny.

At this moment, thinking that he could eat fried chicken later, Zhang Yu felt much lighter in his heart, and the pressure seemed to dissipate a little.

Zhao Tianxing followed him all the way, taking the subway and getting off the subway, watching him come to the entrance of a fried chicken shop, and asked curiously, "You came so far to this shop, it must be because this shop is particularly delicious, right?"

Zhang Yu: "Because it's on the way."

Unfortunately, as soon as Zhang Yu stepped into the fried chicken shop, he heard the damn countdown in his mind again.

He could only say to Zhao Tianxing on the side, "Buy me a fried chicken set meal, I'll wait for you here."

Looking at Zhang Yu sitting on the spot and starting to meditate, Zhao Tianxing scratched his head, not understanding what was going on.

After a while, looking at Zhang Yu happily gnawing on a fried chicken leg on the road, Zhao Tianxing felt even more strange in his heart.

"Clearly so disciplined that he uses the queuing time to practice breathing, but he wants to eat fried chicken... What a strange person."

Following Zhang Yu next, Zhao Tianxing was even more surprised that he didn't go to a tutoring class, let alone buy medicine, but came to a square to wait for temporary work.

Zhao Tianxing: "You're going to work?"

Zhang Yu touched his stomach, comfortably found a clean spot on the ground and sat down, waving his hand: "A fried chicken meal doesn't include chatting. I'm going to cultivate while waiting for work next. Suit yourself."

Watching Zhang Yu start practicing breathing on the ground, Zhao Tianxing was stunned again.

"Breathing?" He looked at the sewage not far away, listened to the noisy music coming from the barbershop across the street, and looked at the job seekers around him who were obviously not easy to mess with, and couldn't help but ask again: "Breathing here?"

But Zhang Yu had already begun to wholeheartedly cultivate the Zhoutian Qi Gathering Method, and this time he ignored him again.

Zhao Tianxing squatted beside Zhang Yu, carefully observed for a while, and found that he was really breathing, and couldn't help but feel more doubts in his heart: "Is there any benefit to breathing here?"

"Just to cultivate while waiting for work?"

After waiting for a while, finding that Zhang Yu had no intention of getting up at all, just as Zhao Tianxing was thinking about whether to leave, his phone vibrated.

Looking at the inquiry message sent by Wang Hai, Zhao Tianxing replied that he was approaching Zhang Yu. After hesitating for a long time, he finally sat down beside him and started breathing as well.

Half an hour later, Zhao Tianxing couldn't help but open his eyes, and found that Zhang Yu was still breathing.

An hour later, Zhao Tianxing couldn't help but stand up and walk around, stretched, and turned to see Zhang Yu still breathing.

More than two hours later, Zhao Tianxing had long stopped breathing, and began to practice the Thirty-Six Forms of Fitness one by one.

In his occasional observations, Zhang Yu remained motionless from beginning to end, not to mention small movements such as scratching his head or scratching his butt, even his eyelids didn't lift, and the rhythm of his breathing didn't change at all.

Zhao Tianxing couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "What a high level of concentration, no wonder he can have a 0% distraction rate for several days in a row."

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"But here there is neither spiritual root, nor a high-spiritual machine environment, nor has he taken any medicine... Is the efficiency of breathing so low, is it really meaningful?"

Under Zhang Yu's focused cultivation, the progress of the Zhoutian Qi Gathering Method was once again improved, reaching level 4 (12/80).

At this moment, another van drove into the square. Hearing that they were looking for security personnel, Zhang Yu withdrew his mind and continued to focus on cultivation.

As a high school student, he had no competitiveness in security work compared to the old guys around him.

But soon he heard that the other party's recruitment requirements were young, good figure, clean and refreshing appearance, and the appearance could not be too low.

Zhang Yu suddenly opened his eyes, walked towards the van with a dragon-like pace, and confidently raised his hand: "How about me?"

The driver in the van's eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked towards Zhang Yu: "Good, good, just you."

Zhang Yu smiled and was about to shake hands with the other party, but found that the other party had missed him and grabbed Zhao Tianxing's palm and praised: "Good figure, and his face is also delicate."

"This chest!"

"This waist!"

"This back!"

The driver patted Zhao Tianxing's body while admiring: "It's simply a perfect proportion. Although the absolute strength is not strong, the basic framework has been built very perfectly, like a piece of uncut jade, exuding infinite possibilities."

"To achieve this level, without persistent hard work, extremely disciplined lifestyle, a famous teacher's guidance, and almost extreme drug injections, it is absolutely impossible to achieve."

"Just you, young man, I'll give you 800 an hour, come with me."

At this moment, Zhang Yu was shocked.

He didn't expect that his thin muscle lacing figure, handsome and cold face, and the temperament of a visitor from another world, would lose to a muscle monster like Zhao Tianxing.

"Boss, look at me, I can do it too."

The driver glanced at Zhang Yu and shook his head: "Skinny dog, no."

"Doing security lacks a sense of security, and blocking flying swords is half less than others."

Zhao Tianxing opened his mouth to refuse: "Actually, I'm not here to..."

Zhang Yu quickly interrupted him: "Boss, we are brothers, we swore that whether it's one person's job or a group of people's job, we will all go together."

The driver frowned, looked at Zhang Yu, and then at Zhao Tianxing, and finally asked Zhang Yu: "I'll give you 400 an hour, a total of 4 hours, will you do it?"

Zhang Yu nodded repeatedly: "Do it! Do it! Do it!"

Zhao Tianxing was dragged by Zhang Yu towards the van.

Zhao Tianxing said to Zhang Yu with an embarrassed expression: "I'm not here to work, and my mom will worry if I go back too late, I'll go talk to the boss..."

Zhang Yu quickly said: "Don't you have something to say to me? Let's go work together, you can talk about anything you want."

Thinking about the task assigned by Wang Hai, Zhao Tianxing could only reluctantly say: "I have to call my mom first."

The van drove the two of them all the way to the city center, and the driver introduced their work this time on the way.

"Ms. Li Xuelian is going to open an art exhibition in the Cloud Hall on the 999th floor. There are actually no problems with security."

"However, Ms. Li is not satisfied with the appearance of the internal security and is worried about affecting the art viewing experience, so she asked us to find some young and handsome guys to go over."

"After you two get there, change into security uniforms and listen to the security captain's instructions."

"Especially remember, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not offend Ms. Li."

Zhang Yu asked curiously: "This Ms. Li must be very rich, right?"

"Hehe, rich?" The driver snorted and said proudly: "More than just rich, Ms. Li is the daughter of a Golden Core True Person!"