Hearing Zhang Yu’s inquiry, Fu Ji thought to herself, “This guy really cares about his sister.”

Fu Ji knew that if she didn’t answer properly, Zhang Yu would become even more curious.

So, after thinking for a moment, Fu Ji said, “The so-called Path of the Gods is when one is noticed early on by the Eight Divine Sovereigns and enters into a contract to be cultivated.”

“Not only can they obtain resources, but they can also receive the gods’ teachings.”

“Especially in the Way of Talismans, they can truly master the cultivation techniques related to talismans, modify various parameters of the talismans, and even customize their exclusive talismans, directly borrowing the power of the Eight Divine Sovereigns.”

“Unlike you guys, who can only stupidly draw on the Register of Talismans, and once the money is spent, you can only stare blankly at the Register.”

“I once saw a true talisman expert deal with another talisman user; with a single ‘Report Talisman,’ they froze the opponent’s bank account, leaving them with nothing but the Register to gawk at.”

Zhang Yu asked, “Does entering the Path of the Gods mean you can use talismans even without money?”

“Of course not. What god are you praying to without money?”

Fu Ji said, “But those who embark on the Path of the Gods have high loan limits. Each of them is a born prodigy of borrowing, with unfathomable potential.”

Fu Ji sighed, “Every time you think you’ve finally bankrupted them, they can borrow another sum of money, their combat power skyrocketing. They become stronger after borrowing, so these guys are best at breaking through in battle.”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu understood a little more. This was the difference between insiders and ordinary users. So talismans also had true cultivation techniques, and there was such a thing as being noticed early by the Eight Divine Sovereigns…

Zhang Yu recalled those memories of his sister from the original body’s mind.

It seemed that Zhang Pianpian had begun to change from elementary school, becoming more mature, smarter, and more assertive.

It was just that Zhang Yu was too young at the time, either being criticized or beaten by his sister every day, and didn’t realize the strangeness of it all.

And at this moment, although more curiosity and doubt arose in his heart, the point that Zhang Yu cared about the most was…

“So many benefits?” Zhang Yu said solemnly, “What’s the price?”

This was Kunxu, after all. Zhang Yu didn’t believe any stories about righteous gods appreciating mortals’ talents, accepting them as disciples, and teaching them to become accomplished.

In the world of Kunxu, any gift from the wealthy or the gods must have its price marked early on.

Fu Ji had already prepared an answer for this, and now replied, “Everyone who signs a contract with a righteous god and embarks on the Path of the Gods needs to join the Eight Divine Sovereigns after graduating from university and work as a divine official for free for several decades to several centuries.”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu gasped. To work for free for so long? His sister had been downgraded all the way from a wage earner to a true beast of burden.

Fu Ji continued, “Of course, those who want to embark on the Path of the Gods also need a certain talent.”

Zhang Yu asked, “What talent?”

Fu Ji chuckled, “They must be poor.”

“After all, it’s not just the rich who are born that way.”

“Those destined to be beasts of burden are also born that way. They can’t become one if their family isn’t poor enough.”

Damn it… Zhang Yu was speechless for a while and could only sigh that his family was uniquely talented.

Observing Zhang Yu’s expression, Fu Ji knew that she had gotten away with it this time. She thought to herself, “Better to worry about yourself.”

Recalling Zhang Pianpian’s performance, Fu Ji mused, “Judging from this woman’s behavior, the righteous god she signed with might be a major deity, involving divine arrangements of level 10 or higher.”

“Once Zhang Yu goes to college, he’ll realize that this isn’t something he should be concerned about.”

Not long after Zhang Yu finished speaking with Fu Ji, Bai Zhenzhen called him over.

Together, they met with the liaison from Xianyun Corporation and were then arranged to go to the makeup room.

Inside the makeup room, Yu Xinghan and Song Hailong were already waiting.

This time, the top-ranked participants in the sports competition, with the backing of Xianyun Corporation, were coming together to film an advertisement.

Yu Xinghan was browsing advertisements on his phone. He glanced at the two who walked in and greeted them, “Yo, you’re here too.”

Song Hailong, who was seizing the time to breathe and meditate, nodded at the two of them and continued to cultivate diligently.

It was only Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s current achievements that made them look at them with more respect, prompting them to initiate a greeting.

If Zhao Tianxing had come in, these two “White Dragons” would probably have chosen to ignore him, collectively turning into cold and aloof icebergs.

Zhang Yu, however, proactively struck up a conversation, asking, “Do you guys have any channels for spirit veins or spirit realms?”

Yu Xinghan’s eyes lit up, and he stopped browsing advertisements on his phone, asking, “Why? Do you want to rent one?”

Zhang Yu nodded, “Do you have connections?”

Yu Xinghan chuckled, “Spirit veins are out of the question. Those things are in high demand. Every location is occupied, and if you want to use one, you can only rent it, and you have to wait in line. I don’t have any connections to introduce to you.”

Song Hailong suddenly said from the side, “If it’s spirit veins, you should look for Xiong Wenwu and Hu Yuntao. Red Pagoda Pasture is the largest landowner in Songyang City.”

“The three large-scale spiritual ecological system protection zones within a hundred kilometers of the surrounding area are all operated by Red Pagoda Pasture.”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu nodded silently, noting the matter in his mind.

Yu Xinghan added, “Although there’s no way for spirit veins, I might be able to think of a way for you regarding spirit realms.”

Spirit realms were a spiritual world jointly created by the Ten Major Sects, which Zhang Yu considered to be similar to a virtual network world.

Precisely because of the spirit realm’s special nature, it had functions such as teaching, testing, and tempering one’s Dao heart.

It was said that the higher one was in the Kunxu hierarchy and the more profound their cultivation, the greater the influence of the spirit realm and the more functions it had.

True Person Xinghuo, as a Core Formation True Person from the upper levels, also had a lot of assets in the spirit realm and even had his own spirit realm cave dwelling, allowing him to occasionally travel to the upper levels of Kunxu through the spirit realm even when he was in the first layer.

But for those in the lower levels of Kunxu who didn’t have enough cultivation, especially the poor in the first layer… the restrictions on the spirit realm were very large. Even the number of daily connections and the target of those connections… all had strict limitations. If one wanted to access the spirit realms of the upper levels of Kunxu, they would need to go through layers of approval.

As one could imagine, wanting to temper one’s Dao heart through the spirit realm must also be a business.

At this moment, Yu Xinghan thought for a moment and said, “I need to go back and ask my master. I’ll give you an answer in a while.”

A moment later, the makeup artist for the group walked over.

The leading makeup artist was petite but stunningly beautiful. Every feature, from her eyes and nose to her ears… was perfectly proportioned, like a flawlessly sculpted statue.

The makeup artist said, “Everyone, my name is Miaoyun, and I’m your image designer for today.”

“The advertisement today requires capturing the changes in you before and after receiving the ‘Imitation Demon Muscle’.”

Miaoyun, as a mature corporate slave with 50 years of not being fired, was proficient in skills such as reimbursement, scapegoating, meetings, and developing plans. She was also the record holder for the longest time spent in meetings in the Songyang branch of Xianyun Corporation.

With her rich experience, she knew very well that the high school prodigies who came to film advertisements often had strong personalities, so she couldn’t give them a choice and had to issue instructions directly.

She said, “We’ll first apply makeup to make you look relatively thin, poor, and weak…”

Zhang Yu understood that this was to create the feeling of being a poor, ugly loser before the surgery, and a rich, handsome man after.

Next, Miaoyun first went to Song Hailong. She thought to herself, “Troublesome.” She hated changing the image of such a large person the most because it took a long time, consumed a lot of mana, but the performance was the same as for a small person.

“But fortunately, he’s not as big as a body-refining influencer…”

Miaoyun recalled the last time she broke the fake muscles of a body-refining influencer, having to pay back the money to this day, and felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

“I wonder if my application for overtime next month has been approved. I can’t live without overtime.”

Although she had a thousand thoughts in her mind, Miaoyun’s movements were skilled and swift.

Her fingertips repeatedly touched Song Hailong’s body, and strands of mana were poured into him. Song Hailong’s muscles suddenly contracted and shrank, and even the position of his bones began to change.

Especially when Miaoyun’s fingertips pressed on Song Hailong’s eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, and other parts, Song Hailong’s image and temperament changed drastically, transforming from the original strong little giant into a thin and wretched appearance in the blink of an eye.

After completing the transformation, Miaoyun rubbed her palms, apparently because Song Hailong’s body was relatively tough, making it more difficult for her to change him.

Zhang Yu, who was watching from the side, was slightly surprised because he found that he couldn’t see Miaoyun’s hand speed at all. The makeup artist’s strength was far above that of these students.

He sighed slightly in his heart, “As expected of a corporate slave from a large company. Their combat power is stronger than high school students.”

Seeing Song Hailong’s sudden change, he exclaimed, “It’s like sculpting clay.”

At the same time, he also realized that Miaoyun’s appearance was so perfect and exquisite, probably because she had also sculpted it herself.

Next, Miaoyun went to Yu Xinghan and, after pointing a finger at him, said, “Good magic resistance, but let’s rein it in now.”

Yu Xinghan said embarrassedly, “It’s a body tempering exercise. I really can’t rein it in.”

Miaoyun sighed helplessly. Compared to large clients, she hated encountering clients who had practiced body tempering exercises even more. The difficulty immediately changed from sculpting clay to sculpting rebar, causing even greater damage to her hands.

She sighed in her heart, “It looks like these hands won’t last until the end of the year and will have to be replaced.”

When Miaoyun came to Bai Zhenzhen, she observed the other party’s appearance for a while and suddenly said, “Little girl, I quite like your face shape. Do you sell face models?”

Bai Zhenzhen had a cold demeanor and said indifferently, “Do you think that if I looked like this, I wouldn’t have sold face models before I got this old?”

“That’s true.” Miaoyun smiled, “Tell me what your name is. I’ll add it to my collection.”

As a senior makeup artist and image designer, Miaoyun had always collected various face models, following the latest trends. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to pass the company’s annual technical assessments.

In her eyes, Bai Zhenzhen’s face model was a kind of technical reserve.

As for Song Hailong and Yu Xinghan, those were purely rich people’s plastic surgery faces, used to maintain their image or hide their own information.