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

Turning her head to look at Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen said in surprise, "Are you sure?"

"Yu Zi, don't make a decision too easily."

"Wanting to get into the top ten prestigious schools means going against countless people in Songyang City."

"You're not saying this just to show off, are you?"

Zhang Yu said angrily, "What the hell... I'm talking to you seriously, do you think I'm joking?"

Looking at Zhang Yu's serious expression, Bai Zhenzhen suddenly smiled, "Alright, I'll just assume you also want to get into the top ten prestigious schools."

"They gave you a month to consider, right?"

"The deadline they gave me is also a month."

"In the next two weeks, you should still try to improve yourself. I'll take you to meet some people at the Law Competition."

"Law Competition?" Zhang Yu's heart stirred. He remembered that the Law Competition he signed up for started this month, just two weeks later.

"Meet people at the Law Competition? Meet who?"

Bai Zhenzhen said mysteriously, "People who might be able to help us."

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Zhang Yu pressed, "Who exactly are they?"

Bai Zhenzhen said, "I'm not sure yet. You'll find out when the time comes anyway."

Zhang Yu was helpless and could only try his best to continue focusing all his energy on self-improvement in the time that followed.

No matter what, the only thing he could grasp now was his own strength.

...

In martial arts class.

"Daoist techniques are useless."

"Martial arts are what truly matter."

"When you meet your opponent head-on, a mastery of martial arts is the most reliable thing in your hands."

"At that time, there are only two outcomes: either you beat your opponent to death, or you lie down and get beaten to death by your opponent..."

Listening to martial arts teacher Lei Jun's speech, He Dayou secretly rolled his eyes, obviously disagreeing with these remarks.

Just then, Lei Jun said, "Alright, next, form groups and practice sparring."

"He Dayou, you're in a group with Zhang Yu."

"Ah?" He Dayou was stunned when he heard this. He subconsciously looked at Lei Jun and pointed at himself.

Lei Jun snorted coldly and said, "What are you looking at? You lost so badly in the monthly exam and your grades are so poor. Did you reflect on yourself properly?"

"Now I'm giving you another chance to learn from Zhang Yu. Are you unwilling?"

With the banner of poor performance in the martial arts practical exam hanging over him, even a school board director's son like He Dayou was speechless.

After all, under the politically correct notion that even breathing is wrong for poor students, He Dayou couldn't defy this in class.

Damn martial arts old fart, bullying a Daoist prodigy, huh?

He silently walked to Zhang Yu's side, thinking in his heart, "But I might not necessarily lose to Zhang Yu now."

After three consecutive losses to Zhang Yu, although He Dayou didn't plan to dwell on it, it didn't mean he wouldn't engage in self-reflection and self-examination.

He not only watched the recordings of those three battles repeatedly himself, but also specifically showed them to his family's practical combat instructor.

The analysis was: Zhang Yu's freestyle fighting had reached level 3. Once he saw an opening, it would be easy to suffer a heavy blow.

But Zhang Yu's weakness was also obvious. As could be seen from the third practical fight, Zhang Yu severely lacked practical experience.

So He Dayou also tried to practice some countermeasures.

For example, on the arena right now, he no longer took the initiative to attack, but defended with all his might, waiting for the other party to become impatient before looking for an opportunity to attack with the Little Celestial Star Palm to catch him off guard...

With a countermeasure, He Dayou believed that even if he lost, he would definitely not lose in an ugly manner, and might even have a chance to win.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After continuously blocking Zhang Yu's several moves, He Dayou felt okay at first.

But soon he felt that the other party's fists were getting heavier and heavier, causing his hands to ache and the mana in his body to surge slightly.

Boom!

Zhang Yu directly blasted open his blocking hands with another punch, and then kicked him flying.

He fell to the ground with a bang, feeling the mana in his body surge repeatedly, and was unable to get up for a while.

"Zhang Yu's freestyle fighting is more powerful than last time?"

"Could it be that he..."

He Dayou looked at Zhang Yu in disbelief.

On the other side, Lei Jun's figure flashed and he had already appeared next to Zhang Yu, exclaiming, "Your freestyle fighting is at level 4?"

Zhang Yu, whose freestyle fighting was already at level 5, smiled awkwardly, "Yeah, I just broke through yesterday."

Originally, Zhang Yu didn't plan to reveal his improved freestyle fighting, and was still deliberately suppressing the power of his freestyle fighting to fight He Dayou.

But after all, he still lacked practical experience. After He Dayou switched to full defense, Zhang Yu accidentally didn't control the power of his freestyle fighting under a series of fierce attacks, and pushed the circulation of flesh and blood and mana to level 4.

Lei Jun laughed when he heard this and said, "It seems you have quite the talent in martial arts."

"How about it? Do you want to participate in the Songyang City Martial Arts Practical Competition next month?"

Zhang Yu's eyes moved, "Is there a prize?"

Lei Jun said, "Of course, the city's first place can get 50,000, and also rewards the right to use expert-level martial arts."

Zhang Yu thought, "The Law Competition I signed up for before had a prize, and this martial arts practical competition also has a prize..."

He suddenly thought that if he could win some more competition rankings and prizes, then even without the Student Union's funding, he should have enough money to meet daily expenses and even accelerate his cultivation.

Seeing Zhang Yu's moved appearance, Lei Jun continued, "I told you long ago that martial arts are very useful. As long as you fight well in practical battles, you don't have to worry about not making money."

"Then I'll sign you up. I'll take you and Bai Zhenzhen together when the time comes."

After Lei Jun left, Zhang Yu looked at He Dayou, who was still lying on the ground, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, what could happen to me." He Dayou quickly stood up, took a deep look at Zhang Yu, and suddenly said, "I heard the Student Union called you over yesterday?"

Seeing Zhang Yu nod, He Dayou slowly smoothed out the anger in his heart.

"Don't be angry with him, they're all campus assets and won't affect my college entrance examination."

He comforted himself in his heart while rubbing his chest, "It doesn't matter much if you're stronger or weaker in the first year of high school. When I lay a good foundation and start practicing expert-level techniques, I'll soon be able to crush Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, and those people."

On the other side of the practice field, Bai Zhenzhen said impatiently, "Have you finished watching? Continue."

Qian Shen's gaze returned from Zhang Yu's side. Looking at Bai Zhenzhen in front of him, he felt waves of pressure coming at him.

If the opponent was a 550-point demihuman, then he was confident that he could defeat the opponent with overwhelming force.

But facing a 651-point prodigy, Qian Shen only felt that his every move seemed to be seen through by the other party. Once he started fighting Bai Zhenzhen, he felt restricted and his combat power plummeted.

"My score is so much lower than hers, how could I be her opponent? Old Huang is really something, he should have arranged for Zhang Yu, who is 6 points lower than me, to fight me."

Zhang Yu glanced at He Dayou, Qian Shen, and other rich guys, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what would these seemingly friendly rich students be like after they learned that he and Bai Zhenzhen wanted to get into the top ten universities?

Would they also join forces to deal with him and Zhenzhen?

Looking at Qian Shen's complete suppression by Bai Zhenzhen at the moment, Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Speaking of which, Qian Shen's serious score-only theory seems like he doesn't know that poor people have no way to get into the top ten universities. Is he acting?"

Zhang Yu didn't think so, Qianzi's purity didn't seem like acting at all.

Then could it be the scene of "Let the young master concentrate on studying, don't let him know about the dirty things in society"?

Zhang Yu shook his head, and couldn't be sure in his heart.

...

In Daoist class.

The teaching teacher looked at He Dayou with an admiring expression: "This health talisman is well written, it seems that your understanding of the talisman of the health spring god is already very thorough."

He Dayou said with a humble expression: "Teacher, you praised me, I still have many things to work hard on."

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The teaching teacher waved his hand and said: "Excessive modesty is pride."

"Being able to do this in the first year of high school, He Dayou, I don't think you need to study the first year courses in the school."

"It doesn't matter if you don't take this class in the future, I will count you as full attendance."

He Dayou felt the envious gazes of the surrounding students, and was humble and declined again.

The teaching teacher suddenly turned his head and said: "Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, you two have to work hard too."

"It's not good to be so severely biased."

"If you have time, come to me for tutoring, I will give you a 20% discount..."

Whether it was Bai Zhenzhen or Zhang Yu, they could only lower their heads and be reprimanded, but there was no fluctuation in their hearts. The cost-effectiveness of tutoring to learn talismans was too low, and they still planned to spend the money on more cost-effective places first.

...

In the quiet room.

The voice of the administrator Wei Xin came over.

"Student Zhang Yu, the time is almost up, do you want to add more time?"

Zhang Yu, who had once again obtained the lowest distraction rate this week, hesitated for a while and said, "Add an hour."

Thinking that the Law Competition was getting closer and closer, Zhang Yu decided to appropriately increase the speed of mana cultivation.

He took a deep breath, feeling the trembling of the Qi Sea Spiritual Root in his Dantian, and the spirit machine swarmed in from all directions, being refined into mana by him bit by bit.

An hour later, looking at Zhang Yu's leaving figure, Wei Xin sighed: "As expected of a Jindan disciple, the rate of progress of this breathing efficiency is so fast."

"When will I be able to charge a platinum membership."

...

After school.

On the school rooftop.

In the sound of banging and banging collisions,

Two figures constantly collided at high speed, bursting out a burst of wind and thunder.

It was Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen who were conducting practical sparring.

Compared with the sparring in practical class, the two people's private sparring can exert all their strength, without worrying about revealing their cards, and the effect on improving practical experience is also greater.

Between the coming and going of both sides, Zhang Yu's freestyle fighting power is greater, but his physical strength is weaker than Bai Zhenzhen.

Although Bai Zhenzhen's freestyle fighting level is not as good as Zhang Yu's, she also masters a high school basic swordsmanship, and from time to time uses sword fingers interspersed in it, forcing the inexperienced Zhang Yu to be in a hurry.

"Yu Zi, don't look at my hands, you have to look at my waist, hips, and shoulders to predict my movements."

"Don't always think about relying on your familiarity with freestyle fighting to judge..."

...

In the stationery store at the school gate.

The boss pointed to the achievement ranking of this year's first year of high school and said: "Zhang Yu, the third in the first year of high school, has improved by 70 points in a month, just by buying my tranquilizers, painkillers, fillers, and muscle supplements..."

Speaking, he took out a bag of medicine bottles and recommended to the Songyang students in front of him: "Zhang Yu original training package, now 10% off."

Zhang Yu, who was preparing to come to pick up goods, stood at the door, looking at the adult behind the counter who was constantly showing off his tongue in order to make money, and once again felt the ugliness of the adult world.

After this group of students left, Zhang Yu walked up and said: "How about it, I told you last time that I am a campus celebrity, and the effect of bringing goods is good."

"Should I add money?"

The boss said dissatisfied: "I haven't recovered the cost of the batch of nerve fillers I sent you."

He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the gift bag: "Look, only 1 copy has been sold today."

Zhang Yu thought to himself: "The things you sell are all common goods, and they are not cheaper than online, where can people not buy them."

The boss said again: "There is also the matter of refining medicine. Many students say that you are naturally refining, and you don't take medicine."

Zhang Yu quickly changed the subject and said: "It's still because I eat less of your medicine in school. You send me two more bottles of nerve fillers, and I will eat them every day when I arrive at school, and the publicity effect will be good."

...

Reading, going to class, cultivating, breathing, practical combat...

In five days, Zhang Yu put all his energy into cultivation.

On this day, he couldn't help but smile on the corner of his mouth while breathing on the bed.

After completing the last breath cycle, his Zhoutian Qi Collection Technique was finally promoted to level 10.

In an instant, the mana cycle in Zhang Yu's body surged and surged, like the Yangtze River, making his ears seem to hear a burst of whistling phantom sound.

After a long time, when the agitation of the mana cycle gradually calmed down, Zhang Yu felt that passive breathing became more powerful and more agile.

"After the Zhoutian Qi Collection Technique reaches level 10, passive breathing has already reached 100% efficiency of active breathing."

The smile on the corner of Zhang Yu's mouth became even bigger, which means that even if he no longer actively breathed in, it would be equivalent to constantly running the Zhoutian Qi Collection Technique to breathe in the spirit machine, and the mana in his body would be constantly improved.

And after this period of hard cultivation, the mana in his body has also greatly improved, increasing to 13.3, and has become the second in the whole grade.

Thinking of this, a strange expression appeared on Zhang Yu's face: "My potential is amazing, and I am extremely self-disciplined. It is not surprising that I can have this rate of progress."

"Why does it feel like Zhenzhen's rate of progress has been getting faster and faster recently?"

"Could it be that she has also opened it?"