Level 10 Heavenly Cycle Qi Gathering Method

Level 10 Heavenly Cycle Qi Gathering Method

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

"Yu Zi, don't make a decision so lightly."

"If you want to get into the Ten Great Top Universities, that means making enemies of countless people in Songyang City."

"You brat, don't tell me you just said that to show off?"

Zhang Yu snapped, "What the hell... I'm talking to you seriously, and you think I'm joking?"

Seeing how serious Zhang Yu looked, Bai Zhenzhen suddenly smiled. "Fine. Let's say you want to get into the Ten Great Top Universities too."

"They gave you one month to think it over, right?"

"My final deadline is one month from now too."

"For the next two weeks, focus on improving yourself. When the Magic Competition comes around, I'll take you to meet some people."

"The Magic Competition?" Zhang Yu's heart stirred. He remembered that the Magic Competition he had signed up for began this month, two weeks from now.

"Meet people at the Magic Competition? What people?"

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

May all riddle-speakers die!

Zhang Yu pressed, "Who exactly are they?"

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

Helpless, Zhang Yu could only continue devoting as much of his energy as possible to improving himself.

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

Martial Arts Class.

"Daoist arts are useless."

"Martial Dao is what truly matters."

"When you meet your enemy on a narrow road and collide head-on, refined martial arts are 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 them..."

Listening to Martial Arts Class teacher Lei Jun's speech, He Dayou secretly rolled his eyes, clearly dismissing the whole argument.

Just then, Lei Jun said, "All right. Split into groups for practical combat practice."

"He Dayou, you're with Zhang Yu."

"Huh?" He Dayou blanked out and instinctively looked at Lei Jun, pointing at himself.

Lei Jun snorted. "What are you looking at? You lost so miserably in the Monthly Exam and got such poor results. Did you go back and reflect properly?"

"I'm giving you another chance now. Learn something from Zhang Yu. Are you unwilling?"

With the banner of poor Monthly Exam martial combat results pressed down upon him, even the son of a school board member like He Dayou had no words of rebuttal.

After all, under the political correctness where even breathing was wrong for poor students, He Dayou could not defy this in class.

Damn Martial Dao Old Geezer, bullying a Daoist arts prodigy, huh?

He silently walked over to Zhang Yu and thought, But I might not necessarily be unable to beat Zhang Yu now.

He had suffered three consecutive defeats at Zhang Yu's hands. Though He Dayou did not intend to hold it against him, that did not mean he would refuse to reflect and criticize himself.

He had not only watched the recordings of those three fights over and over himself, but had also specifically shown them to his family's practical combat instructor.

The conclusion was that Zhang Yu's Freehand Fighting had already reached Level 3. Once he spotted a weakness, it was easy for him to inflict severe damage.

But Zhang Yu's weakness was equally obvious. From their third practical fight, it was clear that Zhang Yu severely lacked real combat experience.

So He Dayou had also practiced some countermeasures.

For instance, on the ring right now, he no longer attacked proactively. Instead, he defended with all his strength, waiting for the other party to grow impatient before finding an opportunity to strike unexpectedly with the Little Heavenly Star Palm...

With a strategy in place, He Dayou believed that even if he lost, he definitely would not lose badly. He might even have a chance of winning.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After blocking several of Zhang Yu's moves in succession, He Dayou initially felt fine.

But before long, he felt Zhang Yu's fists growing heavier and heavier. His hands ached from blocking them, while the Magical Power within his body began to churn faintly.

Boom!

Zhang Yu's next punch blasted apart his guarding hands, and a kick immediately sent He Dayou flying.

He Dayou hit the ground with a bang. His Magical Power surged through him again and again, and for a moment, he could not even get back up.

"Zhang Yu's Freehand Fighting is stronger than last time?"

"Could he..."

He Dayou looked at Zhang Yu in disbelief.

Lei Jun's figure flashed, and he was already at Zhang Yu's side. "Your Freehand Fighting is Level 4 now?"

Zhang Yu, whose Freehand Fighting was already Level 5, smiled awkwardly. "Yeah, I broke through yesterday."

Originally, Zhang Yu had not planned to reveal his improved Freehand Fighting. He had even deliberately suppressed its power while fighting He Dayou.

But he ultimately lacked practical combat experience. After He Dayou shifted to total defense, Zhang Yu launched a barrage of attacks and accidentally failed to control his Freehand Fighting's power, pushing his flesh and blood and Magical Power circulation to Level 4.

Lei Jun laughed heartily. "Looks like you really do have talent in Martial Dao."

"How about it? Want to take part in next month's Songyang City Martial Arts Combat Competition?"

Zhang Yu's eyes flickered. "Is there prize money?"

Lei Jun said, "Of course. First place in the city gets fifty thousand, plus the right to use Expert-Level Martial Arts."

Zhang Yu thought, The Magic Competition I signed up for earlier has prize money, and this Martial Arts Combat Competition has prize money too...

He suddenly realized that if he could win more competition rankings and prize money, then even without Student Union sponsorship, he should have enough money for daily expenses and perhaps even accelerate his cultivation.

Seeing Zhang Yu's interested expression, Lei Jun continued, "I've told you all along that martial arts are useful. As long as you fight well in practical combat, you won't have to worry about making money."

"I'll register you, then. When the time comes, I'll take you and Bai Zhenzhen there together."

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

"I'm fine. What could possibly be wrong with me?" He Dayou hurriedly stood up, gave Zhang Yu a deep look, and suddenly said, "I heard the Student Union called you in yesterday?"

After seeing Zhang Yu nod, He Dayou slowly smoothed down the anger in his heart.

No need to be angry with him. They're all campus assets, and it won't affect my Gaokao.

As he rubbed his chest, he consoled himself inwardly, Being a little stronger in practical combat during first year doesn't mean much. Once I lay a solid foundation and begin cultivating an Expert-level Cultivation Method, I'll soon be able to crush Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, and the rest.

On the other side of the Training Field, Bai Zhenzhen said impatiently, "Are you done watching? Keep going."

Qian Shen withdrew his gaze from Zhang Yu. Looking at Bai Zhenzhen before him, he felt waves of pressure crashing toward him.

If his opponent were a Demi-human with 550 points, he was confident he could crush them like dry weeds and rotten wood. But facing a Heavenly Prodigy with 651 points, Qian Shen felt as though every move he made had been seen through. The moment he fought Bai Zhenzhen, he felt constrained at every turn, and his combat ability plummeted.

My score is so much lower than hers. How could I possibly be her opponent? Old Huang really should have arranged for Zhang Yu, who scored six points lower than me, to fight me.

Zhang Yu swept his eyes over He Dayou, Qian Shen, and the other rich young men, and suddenly could not help wondering what these wealthy students, who seemed fairly friendly now, would become after learning that Bai Zhenzhen and he wanted to get into the Ten Great Top Universities.

Would they join forces to deal with A-Zhen and him too?

Watching Qian Shen being thoroughly suppressed by Bai Zhenzhen, Zhang Yu secretly thought, Come to think of it, Qian Shen's serious score-above-all attitude makes him seem like he doesn't know poor people have no path to the Ten Great Top Universities. Could it be an act?

Zhang Yu did not think so. Qian Shen's purity was simply too genuine to be faked.

Could it really be some "let the young master focus on his studies; don't let him know about the filth of society" routine?

Zhang Yu shook his head, unable to determine the answer.

Daoist Arts Class.

The teacher looked at He Dayou with a face full of approval. "This Physical Examination Talisman was written well. It seems your understanding of Healthy Spring Growth Great God's talismans has penetrated deep into the wood."

He Dayou said modestly, "You flatter me, Teacher. I still have many areas where I need to work harder."

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The teacher waved a hand. "Excessive modesty is pride."

"To reach this level in your first year, He Dayou, I don't think you need to study the school's first-year curriculum anymore."

"It's fine if you don't attend this class from now on. I'll count you as having perfect attendance."

Feeling the envious gazes of his classmates around him, He Dayou modestly declined once more.

But the teacher suddenly turned to Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen. "You two need to work harder as well."

"There's no benefit in being so severely lopsided in your subjects."

"Come to me for remedial classes when you have time. I'll give you two a twenty percent discount..."

Both Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu could only lower their heads and endure the lecture, but neither felt the slightest stir inside. The value for money of paying for tutoring to learn talismans was far too low. They still planned to spend their money on more worthwhile things first.

Inside the Quiet Room.

Administrator Wei Xin's voice came through.

"Student Zhang Yu, your time is almost up. Would you like to add more time?"

Having once again achieved the lowest Distraction Rate of the week, Zhang Yu hesitated before saying, "Add one hour."

With the Magic Competition drawing closer, Zhang Yu decided to appropriately increase the speed of his Magical Power cultivation.

He took a deep breath. As the Qi Sea Spiritual Root in his dantian trembled, Spiritual Energy surged in from all directions of heaven and earth, refined strand by strand into Magical Power.

One hour later, watching Zhang Yu's departing back, Wei Xin sighed. "As expected of a Golden Core Disciple. His Breath Circulation efficiency is improving so quickly."

"If only he'd top up for a Platinum Member someday."

After school.

On the school rooftop.

Amid a barrage of bang bang bang bang collisions,

Two figures continuously crashed together at high speed, erupting with bursts of wind and thunder.

They were Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, sparring in practical combat.

Compared to their practice matches in practical combat class, their private sparring allowed them to go all out without worrying about exposing their trump cards, making it even more effective for improving their real combat experience.

As fists and kicks flew back and forth, Zhang Yu's Freehand Fighting was more powerful, but his Physical Strength was still a notch below Bai Zhenzhen's.

Although Bai Zhenzhen's Freehand Fighting level was lower than Zhang Yu's, she had also mastered High School Basic Swordsmanship. From time to time, she mixed Sword Finger strikes into her attacks, leaving the inexperienced Zhang Yu flustered and scrambling.

"Yu Zi, don't watch my hands. Watch my waist, hips, and shoulders to predict my movements."

"Stop always trying to judge through your own familiarity with Freehand Fighting..."

Inside the stationery shop by the school gate.

The owner pointed at this year's first-year rankings and said, "Zhang Yu, third place in first year, gained seventy points in one month just by buying tranquilizers, painkillers, fillers, muscle supplements, and so on from my shop..."

As he spoke, he took out a bag full of medicine bottles and recommended them to the Songyang students in front of him. "The Zhang Yu Original Cultivation Package is now on sale at ten percent off."

Zhang Yu, who had come to restock, stood at the door. Watching the adult behind the counter endlessly wag his tongue for profit, he once again felt the ugliness of the adult world.

After that group of students left, Zhang Yu walked over and said, "See? I told you last time, I'm a campus celebrity. My endorsement effect is good."

"Shouldn't you raise my pay?"

The owner said unhappily, "I haven't even earned back the cost of that batch of Nerve Filler I gave you."

He pointed toward the gift bag. "There, I only sold one set today."

Zhang Yu secretly thought, Everything you sell is common stock, and it isn't cheaper than online. Why can't people buy it elsewhere?

The owner added, "And there's the matter of body-tempering medicine. A lot of students say you practice Natural Body Refinement and don't inject drugs."

Zhang Yu quickly changed the subject. "It's because I haven't been taking enough of your medicine at school. Give me two more bottles of Nerve Filler, and I'll take them every day at school. That'll make the publicity more effective."

Studying, attending class, cultivating, Breath Circulation, practical combat...

Over five days, Zhang Yu threw all of his energy into cultivation.

That evening, while practicing Breath Circulation on his bed, the corners of his mouth suddenly could not help curling into a smile.

After completing his final Heavenly Cycle of Breath Circulation, his Heavenly Cycle Qi Gathering Method had finally risen to Level 10.

In an instant, the Magical Power circulation within Zhang Yu's body surged and roared, vast and unending like the Yangtze River and great rivers, making him seem to hear a rushing phantom sound in his ears.

After a long while, when the turbulence of his Magical Power circulation gradually settled, Zhang Yu felt that Passive Breathing Technique had become stronger and more agile.

"After the Heavenly Cycle Qi Gathering Method reached Level 10, Passive Breathing Technique has achieved full active Breath Circulation efficiency."

The smile on Zhang Yu's face widened. That meant that even if he no longer actively practiced Breath Circulation, it was equivalent to constantly operating the Heavenly Cycle Qi Gathering Method to absorb Spiritual Energy, with the Magical Power within his body improving every moment.

After this period of bitter cultivation, the Magical Power in his body had also advanced greatly, rising to 13.3 and making him second in the entire grade.

At that thought, a strange expression appeared on Zhang Yu's face. "My potential is astonishing, and my self-discipline is unmatched. It's not strange for me to improve this quickly."

"Why does A-Zhen's rate of improvement seem to be getting faster and faster lately?"

"Did she activate one too?"

(End of Chapter)