Compared to the initial tension with the Evil God, Zhang Yu’s interactions with Fu Ji have become increasingly calm, even to the point where he is gradually accustomed to having such a being by his side. Of course, this is also due to Fu Ji’s repeated shows of weakness and her desire to invest in Zhang Yu, constantly demonstrating her value.

At this moment, after temporarily stowing away the Great Sun Qi Sea, Zhang Yu asked Fu Ji, “What about cultivation techniques? Do you have any recommendations?”

Fu Ji was already prepared for this. After all, having observed Zhang Yu so closely for so long, she had already given much thought to his strengths and the directions he should develop in the future.

Fu Ji said, “You’ve practiced the Desolate Ox Soul-Quelling Art before, right?”

“There’s an upgraded version of that technique, an Expert-level skill suitable for mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation, called the Crippled Ox Self-Sacrificing Art.”

Although the Desolate Ox Soul-Quelling Art wasn’t highly rated, scoring only 1.2 points, Zhang Yu had always found it to be a decent technique. Hearing that there was an upgraded version, he immediately searched for it.

Zhang Yu carefully read the introduction to the technique.

*Worried about employees’ irregular eating habits, unhealthy schedules, and the injuries caused by prolonged sitting or standing?*

*Worried about the toxic work environment, the brain damage caused by years of medication, and the severe wear and tear on employees’ organs?*

*Just have your employees practice the Crippled Ox Self-Sacrificing Art, and you’ll never have to worry about such work-related injury compensation again!*

*No matter how much damage their bodies suffer for the sake of work, employees will face it with optimism and positivity, so bosses no longer have to worry about their employees’ health issues!*

Even with Zhang Yu’s current experience in Kunxu, he couldn’t help but be amazed by the sheer audacity of this technique.

Scrolling down, he saw the technique’s 1.1 rating, and he lamented that the platform didn’t allow for 0-point ratings, or else the Crippled Ox Self-Sacrificing Art would likely approach zero infinitely.

Even though Zhang Yu had practiced the Desolate Ox Soul-Quelling Art, he couldn’t help but ask, “Is this Crippled Ox Self-Sacrificing Art really reliable?”

Fu Ji’s crisp voice once again entered Zhang Yu’s mind.

Fu Ji said, “The Crippled Ox Self-Sacrificing Art embodies the idea of finding joy in pain, using mental happiness to resist physical suffering.”

“The original intention of this technique was to encourage cultivators to be strong despite their disabilities, to give hope to the most hopeless disabled cultivators.”

Zhang Yu was slightly stunned and exclaimed, “This is a technique created for disabled people who can’t afford treatment?”

Fu Ji spoke eloquently, “Although the original intention of this technique was for disabled cultivators, it’s equally useful for non-disabled cultivators.”

“After all, it’s normal for cultivators to encounter physical pain, and this technique can help you resist it.”

“And if you cultivate this technique to level 10, you can even accelerate the recovery of injuries and strengthen the body by reducing mental energy consumption and increasing metabolism.”

“It can be said to be one of the few mental cultivation techniques in the Qi Refining stage that can affect the physical body.”

“Especially since this technique only requires mental visualization to improve the Dao Heart, which is perfect for your 24-hour continuous practice.”

Zhang Yu’s heart stirred: “It’s that powerful?”

Fu Ji, like a child showing off a toy, said proudly, “Of course! I’ve roamed Kunxu for so many years, would I recommend the wrong technique?”

Zhang Yu thought for a moment and added the Crippled Ox Self-Sacrificing Art to his collection.

Speaking of which, although this Expert-level technique had an extremely low rating, its sales were not low, and its price was as high as 30,000.

Zhang Yu casually looked at the user reviews and found that this technique was a threshold skill for many dangerous jobs in factories, construction sites, laboratories, and other places, forcing many job seekers to learn it.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but sigh slightly.

A technique that was intended to bring hope to disabled cultivators was ultimately used to urge healthy cultivators to work in dangerous environments, turning them into disabled people step by step.

“Alas, this is Kunxu.”

Cafeteria.

After temporarily deciding on the two techniques he would cultivate, Zhang Yu began to prepare for the application for the Intercity Travel Permit.

He was currently scooping up the congee in his bowl while looking at the application requirements for the Intercity Travel Permit.

Whether it was education, savings, or bank statements, he believed that with his current status, he could meet the requirements with a little time and preparation.

The only thing that required some effort was housing.

“Without your own housing, you need to have a rental.”

“I didn’t expect that after going around in circles, I would still have to find a house to rent.”

Just then, Bai Zhenzhen, holding her dinner plate, sat down and said with a frustrated expression, “The pre-made meal window has been reduced by half again.”

Bai Zhenzhen originally wanted to eat more pre-made meals today to celebrate her competition win.

But when she went over, she found that the pre-made meal window had been reduced by half, and the variety of dishes was less than one-third of what it used to be.

Looking around, she realized that most of the students in the entire school were eating synthetic food, and the sales of pre-made meals were getting worse and worse.

Bai Zhenzhen sighed inwardly, “Alas, it seems that it will be increasingly difficult to eat pre-made meals in the future. Should I just go and get a taste removal surgery?”

Zhao Tianxing, who was next to Bai Zhenzhen, also sighed when he heard her lament, “Since the Oasis Group entered Songyang City, more and more pre-made meal stores have been crushed, after all, synthetic food is really cheap.”

“What about Red Pagoda Husbandry?” Zhang Yu asked, “They should be a major producer of pre-made meals, right? Have they been affected?”

Zhao Tianxing said, “I heard that after combining with the technology of the Oasis Group, Red Pagoda Husbandry has begun to take a high-end route and launched something called dragon meat…”

Zhang Yu thought of the True Dragon bloodlines of the top students from Red Pagoda High School in the competition and thought, “Did Red Pagoda inject dragon blood into cows and sheep?”

But the dragon blood came from a Red Pagoda director, right?

This feeling… was like the high-level executives of Red Pagoda constantly selling their own flesh, bloodlines, and descendants to make money.

“It can only be said… this is Kunxu after all.” Zhang Yu thought to himself, “Bosses will sell anything to make money.”

Just then, Qian Shen asked Zhang Yu curiously, “Zhang Yu, are you guys renting a house?”

Zhang Yu nodded, “I have something I want to do outside of Songyang City, I need to apply for an Intercity Travel Permit, and the application requirements include a rental contract.”

“Alas, it’s really troublesome. This rental also has requirements, it can’t be a sewer or a construction site house.”

Qian Shen said, “My dad seems to have a few apartments for rent, I’ll ask him about it later. Actually, you know so many people now, you can post a message on your Moments and ask, maybe someone has an empty house to rent. You have such good grades, they might rent it to you cheaper.”

Zhang Yu’s eyes moved, and he felt that Qian Shen’s words made sense.

“I have a lot of rich people on my Moments now, they should all have a lot of houses to rent, right?”

A moment later, accompanied by the vibration of his phone, Zhang Yu saw that it wasn’t someone offering to rent him a house, but a message from Mo Tianyi.

Mo Tianyi: Congratulations on defeating Yu Xinghan and winning first place in the Physical Education Competition.

Looking at this Soul Cultivator from the Anti-Rich Alliance, Zhang Yu was slightly surprised.

“After they knew we signed under Zhang Pianpian, they haven’t contacted us for a long time. Why are they suddenly contacting us again?”

Just then, Mo Tianyi continued: The boss wants to meet you, do you have time?

Hearing this, Zhang Yu was slightly surprised, he did not expect that the poor people’s boss, whom he and Bai Zhenzhen had been trying so hard to find but couldn’t find, would actually propose to meet this time.

Just then, Fu Ji said, “Don’t meet this person.”

She explained, “I heard you and Bai Zhenzhen talking about this person before. He’s suspected to be a student of that guy, and they’ve all signed contracts with the school. But it’s impossible for ordinary people to promise the poor people that they’ll get into the Top Ten and take them to the Second Layer, and also promise the rich people to sign contracts and be restricted in their university and major under the witness of the Eight Divine Pillars.”

“The boss of these poor people is likely to be the Evil God hidden in White Dragon High School.”

“Since you don’t want to contact that Evil God too early, you should avoid approaching this boss of the poor people.”

Zhang Yu was a little surprised to hear this and thought to himself that Fu Ji was becoming more and more sensible, she didn’t tempt him to hunt Evil Gods, or was she just thinking more long-term?

Speaking of White Dragon High School, Zhang Yu thought of his sister, the strongest high school student in Songyang. On the way out of the cafeteria, he lowered his voice and asked, “What about my sister? Do you think she’s involved?”

Regarding his sister’s strength, Zhang Yu had also wondered if she, like him, had her potential activated by an Evil God.

“Your sister?” Fu Ji sighed, “She’s probably walking the Path of the Gods. Even I only dare to speak softly in front of her. The Evil God in White Dragon High School has no need and definitely wouldn’t dare to show up in front of her, revealing his tracks.”

“Path of the Gods?” Zhang Yu asked curiously, “What kind of path is that?”

Fu Ji said casually, “The path to becoming a god, if she graduates from university smoothly, she might join the Eight Divine Pillars.”

Although her tone was casual, Fu Ji was not telling the truth.

“Zhang Yu is such a good person, it’s better not to let him know about the Path of the Gods, lest he goes and cares about this Zhang Pianpian again and can’t settle down to take the Foundation Establishment Certificate.”

“After all, the Path of the Gods…”

In Fu Ji’s view, if… for most high school students other than monsters like Zhang Yu, the college entrance exam was a one-in-ten chance of survival, taking the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate was a no-chance of survival, and the Path of the Gods…

“When you embark on this path, you’re already a dead person.”

Before school ended that day, the after-tax reward of 300,000 for the first place in the Physical Education Competition was finally credited to his account.

Zhang Yu waved his hand and let Bai Zhenzhen go to the hospital to remove the scars, with all expenses paid by him, as a return gift for Bai Zhenzhen’s long-term loan of her Spirit Root.

He originally wanted to personally take Bai Zhenzhen to the hospital and treat her, but who told him that he had work to do after school today?

Arriving at the gate of Ziyun High School, Zhang Yu once again passed through the disinfection channel and met his client this time, Le Mulan, in a practice room.