No Money to Cultivate Immortality?

Outside the training hall’s door.

”I’ll give you one last warning, the competition rankings are not something that you and Bai Zhenzhen can hold on to forever.”

”Don’t bother participating in the upcoming first-year Dao Heart Competition.”

After speaking, Zhou Chechen had already entered the training hall, seemingly not intending to give Zhang Yu any chance to retort.

Or rather... if you want to resist, then come in and speak to me. If you have the guts and courage, that is.

With Zhou Chechen’s arrival, the entire training hall seemed to welcome a harsh winter.

It wasn’t just the chill brought by Zhou Chechen that objectively lowered the temperature.

It was more the accumulated power of this student council vice president, like dark clouds pressing down on a city, making all the first and second-year students present feel like they couldn’t even breathe.

The first-year students all bowed in unison, ”Senior, hello.”

The second-year students also bowed and greeted, ”President, hello.”Even Lan Ling, who had just been growing increasingly agitated, now calmed down due to the chilling aura Zhou Chechen brought with him. He no longer argued with Bai Zhenzhen.

He pressed his chest slightly, then wiped his hand across his skin, sealing the torn skin and muscles back together, completely erasing the words ”College Student” that had been carved into his flesh.

Zhou Chechen scanned the crowd, ultimately looking at Bai Zhenzhen, and said lightly, ”Bai Zhenzhen, Senior Lan Ling kindly pointed out some practical techniques for you, yet you used tricks to humiliate him. This goes against the spirit of our Songyang High School...”

Zhao Tianxing, watching this scene, felt a familiar sensation arise: ”It’s happening again, just like a few months ago.”

”Once Zhou Chechen arrives, no one can stop him.”

”If it hadn’t been for Zhang Pianpian stepping in last time, Yuzi and Ah Zhen would’ve probably been bullied to death.”

Zhao Tianxing seemed to have a sudden flash of insight: ”It’s the same this time.”

”Zhou Chechen can shift the entire atmosphere with just a few actions and words.”

”I can feel it—after Zhou Chechen does his thing... the clown’s position is going to shift again.”

Zhao Tianxing anxiously looked at Bai Zhenzhen, then at himself. He felt that the clown position would soon land on them.

At this moment, Zhang Yu walked into the training hall, smiling at Zhou Chechen. ”When did the spirit of Songyang High School say that humiliating other students was forbidden?”

”Students with high grades are allowed to humiliate those with lower grades. Isn’t having good grades everything? Isn’t that the true spirit of Songyang High School?”

The students present, whether first or second years, secretly nodded, agreeing with Zhang Yu’s words.

Zhou Chechen, still watching Zhang Yu, thought inwardly: ”Dare to come at me? Let me see what kind of confidence you have.”

Zhang Yu continued, ”As for Lan Ling, how many competition rankings did he get in his first year? Has he ever competed with students from the top three schools?”

”Bai Zhenzhen has ranked fourth in the Martial Dao Competition and fifth in the Sports Competition. Why can’t she humiliate Lan Ling?”

Bai Zhenzhen, standing nearby, also said indifferently, ”When Zhang Yu and I went to White Dragon High School to exchange martial arts with the top student Yu Xinghan and Song Hailong, students who haven’t won any competition rankings had to kneel outside and listen.”

Qian Shen couldn’t help but speak up: ”That’s right. In high school, grades are king. With Bai Zhenzhen’s competition results, her level of evolution is far beyond Lan Ling. What’s wrong with humiliating him?”

Indeed, students with high grades humiliating those with poor grades is no big deal. Isn’t that just part of our daily routine at Songyang High School? Whether they had humiliated others or been humiliated themselves, or perhaps both, all the students present secretly nodded in agreement.

Even many of the second-year students started to look at Lan Ling with subtle disdain.

Hearing their words, Lan Ling’s blood and qi surged, his breathing became rough, his face flushed, and veins bulged from his forehead, but he couldn’t say a word.

Every word from the others was centered around the idea of ”grades above all,” causing Lan Ling to feel both a desire to explode and a sense of helplessness. In the end, he could only glare at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.

At this moment, Lan Ling even had the feeling that he, the one with higher grades, was being bullied by students who performed better than him. Thɪs chapter is updated by Nove1Fire.net

Zhao Tianxing watched this scene, his eyes full of interest: ”Just now, when Zhou Chechen spoke, I thought the clown’s role was shifting. But when Yuzi entered, he instantly reversed the situation, locking the clown’s position squarely on Lan Ling.”

But just as everyone’s emotions seemed to align with Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s arguments, Zhou Chechen stepped forward, his cold aura exploding, sending bone-chilling winds sweeping through the training hall.

Zhou Chechen said coldly, ”Lan Ling is a student council member. He represents the student council.”

”He came to kindly guide his juniors, yet Bai Zhenzhen took the opportunity to humiliate him. This disrupts the school’s order. It has nothing to do with high or low grades.”

As the cold wind from Zhou Chechen exploded, there was also a crushing pressure that seemed to come from the very soul.

A strong wave of fear suddenly surged in the hearts of many people, making them feel inexplicably tense, their hearts racing, and they dared not even speak against Zhou Chechen.

Zhang Yu, who was standing not far from Zhou Chechen, was the first to feel the effects of that cold wind. His heart was unexpectedly stirred with fear.

Fu Ji reminded him: ”Be careful, it’s the influence of his heart technique.”

Zhang Yu immediately activated the Celestial Martial Heart-Forging Technique, and a battle spirit filled with the will to fight the heavens burst out from his mind, completely suppressing the fear he had just felt.

...

Zhang Yu’s mind also began to recall some information about Zhou Chechen.

Before Zhang Pianpian left, she had instructed Zhang Yu on many things and naturally provided him with useful information.

Among them were Zhou Chechen and Lan Ling, both of whom harbored deep hostility towards Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen. Zhang Pianpian had made sure to share their details.

”The chill Zhou Chechen gives off comes from an expert-level technique called the Frost Heaven Freezing Field, and his heart technique is the Frost Abyss Technique.”

”These two techniques complement each other perfectly.”

Zhang Yu also knew that unlike most people who bought techniques, the Frost Heaven Freezing Field and Frost Abyss Technique weren’t purchased by Zhou Chechen. They were passed down in his family for generations.

The Zhou family’s first fortune was made by selling the exclusive rights to these two techniques to the Wanxing Education Group.

Although they sold the rights to the techniques, in Songyang City, the only people who could truly cultivate them were members of the Zhou family.

The reason for this lay in the cultivation method of these techniques.

The Frost Heaven Freezing Field requires the extraction of cold evil spirits and deathly grudges from corpses, which are then suppressed with the Frost Abyss Technique.

Once perfected, every movement can release a snowstorm of cold air, and it can also unleash countless lingering grudges from the corpses, forming a fear-inducing attack.

However, corpses are costly in Songyang City.

Not only does purchasing corpses cost money, but processing them does as well.

Whether it’s wall burial, box burial, cremation, or water burial, there are different fees for each.

If the family wishes to sell the body directly, they also have to go through professional institutions for processing and appraisal, paying a fee and corpse transaction tax.

Thinking about throwing the body into a ditch or river will result in hefty fines.

The Zhou family, who operates a corpse processing business in Songyang City, has a large reserve of fresh bodies, allowing them to practice their techniques while also making money.

...

At this moment, Fu Ji reminded: ”If you want to fight Zhou Chechen... it’s troublesome.”

”The attack range of the Frost Heaven Freezing Field is massive. Just getting close to him will cause the freezing air to attack, freezing muscles and slowing down the flow of spiritual energy. The longer you fight him, the worse your condition becomes. You can’t dodge this endless freezing mist.”

”Paired with his Frost Abyss Technique, it can weaken your mental state.”

”If you don’t defeat him in one go, you’ll keep getting weakened until the accumulated freezing air erupts, leaving you severely injured.”

”Plus, as the top second-year student, his stats are likely still above yours. It’ll be hard to defeat him quickly.”

”So, if you’re going to deal with this guy, we have to use the method we discussed before.”

Zhang Yu naturally understood Fu Ji’s meaning: ”This kind of public practical combat is different from the Yellow Turban Enforcer exam where brute force works. Here, I need to use all kinds of practical skills and focus on breaking his mind.”

Meanwhile, Zhou Chechen, operating the Frost Abyss Technique, looked at Zhang Yu. His eyes radiated intense fear pressure as he coldly said, ”Bai Zhenzhen is disrupting the order, and now you want to join in?”

”Zhang Yu, are you also going to disrupt the order?”

Facing Zhou Chechen’s pressure, Zhang Yu activated the Celestial Martial Heart-Forging Technique without any fear and said, ”Senior, you can suppress others’ words with your heart technique, but you can’t suppress my and Bai Zhenzhen’s results.”

”I’m standing right here. I won’t run or dodge. Let’s see if you can knock me down in ten moves.”

”If you can’t, then please follow the spirit of Songyang High School and let excellent students like Bai Zhenzhen freely humiliate students like Lan Ling.”

”Ridiculous.” Lan Ling snorted angrily and said, ”Kid, you aren’t trying to scam medical fees, are you?”

Zhou Chechen pressed down on Lan Ling, who was about to explode.

Zhou Chechen looked at Zhang Yu, his eyes filled with even more coldness: ”Very well, you said it well.”

”Don’t worry, you won’t need ten moves. You won’t even make it to the medical room.”

”In three moves, I’ll pin you to the ground.”

As he spoke, Zhou Chechen’s figure was enveloped in a snowstorm, and he struck a palm toward Zhang Yu from mid-air.