Chapter 59: Strongest First Year | Không Có Tiền Tu Cái Gì Tiên
Không Có Tiền Tu Cái Gì Tiên - Updated on April 12, 2025
Bang!
Zhou Chechen slammed his palm heavily on the desk, murderous intent erupting from his eyes like a tangible force.
He spoke each word with venom, “Zhang Pianpian, this woman simply disregards me, Songyang, as if we were nothing!”
Today, he had been subjected to such oppressive force by Zhang Pianpian, that he felt he could already see the gloating in the eyes of his fellow students and juniors, sensing a severe blow to his reputation.
Zhou Chechen abruptly turned his head, looking at the Student Union President, Chu Chengxuan, and questioned, “President, are you just going to sit idly by and watch this woman run rampant in Songyang?”
Chu Chengxuan, while glancing at his textbook and seizing every moment to review, replied casually, “Zhang Pianpian… her origins are unknown, her wealth is a mystery, and she’s a madwoman. Why provoke her?”
“In just over half a year, she’ll be entering university. By then, the senior students at the top will naturally deal with her.”
Seeing that the other party was still focused on his books, Zhou Chechen understood that Chu Chengxuan was currently consumed with thoughts of the college entrance exam, university applications, and interviews, and had no desire to clash with the madwoman Zhang Pianpian for his sake.
However, upon hearing Chu Chengxuan’s words, a cold glint flashed in his eyes: “Half a year, is it?”
“Then I shall wait for half a year, and then deal with Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.”
But at this moment, whether it was Zhang Yu or Bai Zhenzhen, in Zhou Chechen’s eyes, they were merely skeletons in a tomb protected by Zhang Pianpian, waiting only for the half-year mark to pass so that he could act ruthlessly.
The one whom Zhou Chechen had truly set his sights on now was Zhang Pianpian.
Along with the boundless hatred and humiliation in his heart, he thought, “University lasts for ten years. The difference of one grade won’t be as significant as it is in high school then.”
“Zhang Pianpian, I truly, truly hope… you can hold on until I get into university and catch up to you.”
…
Outside Songyang High School.
Inside a private room in a teahouse.
Zhang Pianpian scanned the area, saying, “There are no problems here. This place is safe to talk for now. I have some things I need to tell you.”
“Sis!” Zhang Yu grabbed Zhang Pianpian’s arm excitedly, “You’re really my own sister! It’s so good to have an older sister!”
Just then, a loud thud echoed.
Zhang Pianpian turned her head to see that Bai Zhenzhen had already knelt on the ground.
Bai Zhenzhen solemnly declared, “Today, I have received such great kindness. If Sister does not despise me, Zhen is willing to become your adopted daughter, and will be at your disposal from now on.”
Zhang Yu said, “Wait… she’s my sister.”
Bai Zhenzhen replied, “It’s alright, Yu. I don’t stand on ceremony. I’ll call her Mother, and you can call me Mom.”
While Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu were arguing, Zhang Pianpian said calmly, “The bank balance data is fake.”
Huh?!!
Seeing the two of them turn their heads abruptly, Zhang Pianpian flicked her finger again, casting another talisman. This time, the bank balance above her head only showed two hundred and fifty thousand.
She explained plainly, “The pressure talisman I cast earlier was a modified version I made myself. It can display a fake bank balance.”
Zhang Yu was shocked: “Talismans can be modified like that? And even display fake savings? Why haven’t I ever heard of this in Daoist Arts class? Aren’t we supposed to use the Eight Deities the way they were passed down?”
From “My Sister is a Millionaire” to “My Sister is Faking Being a Millionaire,” Zhang Yu suddenly felt disheartened.
Seeing their stunned expressions, Zhang Pianpian continued, “You must remember, if you want to deal with the wealthy, you must understand their characteristics.”
“The wealthy rely on money, so they understand the power of money best. They are easily driven by money, and they are also easily intimidated by it. This is called using money to control money.”
“And the foundation of these methods is information. To acquire information, modify information, intercept information… you must rely on advanced talismans.”
“Talismans are the most powerful means you can learn in high school. Remember, talismans are the most useful and the most powerful! Daoist arts and martial arts are not as useful as talismans…”
Zhang Yu looked at Zhang Pianpian, who had begun to earnestly praise talismans, and he could almost see the words “Talismans are Great” floating above her head.
Although two and a half billion in inheritance had turned into two hundred and fifty thousand, Bai Zhenzhen still hugged Zhang Pianpian enthusiastically, saying sweetly, “Mom, what should we do next?”
Zhang Yu, looking at Bai Zhenzhen’s sweet appearance, felt a chill down his spine, as if he were seeing a thousand-year-old zombie awaken.
Zhang Pianpian said calmly, “There are only six months left until the college entrance exam. After the exam, I will be heading to a university in the Second Layer of Kunxu.”
“In other words, the time I can protect you is only half a year.”
“After half a year, without my protection, the Songyang High School Student Union will inevitably target you.”
“And there’s one more thing.”
“You must understand that the reason I can protect you now is because they think I am a wealthy person like them.”
“They think you have been contracted by me, and that you won’t try to get into the top ten universities.”
“Once they know that you are aiming for the top ten, they will no longer care about my protection, and the methods they use will be a hundred times crueler than they are now.”
“So…”
As she spoke, Zhang Pianpian looked directly into Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes, as if trying to pierce through her innermost thoughts.
“What are your plans?”
“To wait for death? Or to prepare to escape Songyang City? Or to risk being crushed to pieces in order to get into the top ten?”
Bai Zhenzhen did not avoid Zhang Pianpian’s gaze, and her expression also turned serious: “I want to get into the top ten universities.”
Zhang Pianpian then looked at Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu said, “Sis, stop playing coy. Ah Zhen and I both have wills of steel. We’re determined to get into the top ten universities.”
“Just tell us what we need to do.”
Zhang Pianpian nodded slightly, then continued, “Your strength is too weak.”
Seeing their dissatisfied expressions, Zhang Pianpian said calmly, “If you want to get into the top ten as paupers, your current strength is far from enough, let alone break through the blockade set up by the wealthy.”
“First, become the strongest freshman in Songyang City.”
“When the two of you have secured the top two positions in all the remaining freshman competitions, and become the strongest high school freshmen in Songyang, I will tell you what to do next.”
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were both shocked to hear this.
All the remaining freshman competitions?
That meant surpassing all the freshmen, including those from the three famous schools, in Dao Heart, physical strength, martial arts, and Daoist Arts?
Especially the Daoist Arts competition… that was practically designed to counter the poor.
Fortunately, the Daoist Arts competition was at the end of the freshman year. The closest competition was the Martial Arts competition, in which the two of them had some advantage.
Next, Zhang Pianpian had Bai Zhenzhen sign an internship contract with the Songyang City Patrol Team, officially confirming her identity as a patrol team member, and then let the two of them leave first.
Bai Zhenzhen, however, stayed where she was, constantly rubbing her hands together, looking embarrassed.
“Um… that… that what…”
Zhang Pianpian asked in confusion, “What is it?”
Bai Zhenzhen, with her index finger bent, pointed at Zhang Yu, who was playing with the spirit registration tome, and smiled sweetly: “That spirit registration tome… do interns get one?”
Zhang Pianpian shook her head: “The patrol department isn’t extravagant enough to equip interns with spirit registration tomes.”
“Also, don’t reveal my relationship with Zhang Yu to others.”
“Also, Mom and Dad have already been arranged to go to a safe village. You don’t have to worry about them.”
Hearing this, Zhang Yu paused slightly and nodded.
Finally, after urging Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu to hurry back and seize the time to study and cultivate, Zhang Pianpian watched their departing figures from afar and then made a phone call.
A female voice came from the other end of the phone: “Hello? Pianbao? What’s the matter?”
Zhang Pianpian: “Lend me some money.”
The other party asked curiously, “Aren’t you saving up to buy a Heaven-Spiritual Root? Are you asking me to borrow money because you’ve saved enough?”
Zhang Pianpian explained, “Something happened today. I spent some money to communicate with the gods. I won’t be able to repay this period’s loan interest.”
The other party became even more curious: “Oh? What happened that required you to communicate with the gods?”
Zhang Pianpian said calmly, “I helped that guy out. I originally just thought he had a good temperament and could live a life different from ordinary people, but I didn’t expect it to come to this.”
“But…”
Zhang Pianpian’s gaze swept over Zhang Yu’s head.
*Songyang City Patrol Team Outsourced Employee (Expand Details)*
*Songyang City Patrol Team Outsourced Employee, Ascetic, Sports Talent, Songyang City Extremely Impoverished Population, Loan Slave, Card Slave, ???*
And when Zhang Pianpian’s attention focused on the “???” she only received one feedback: Unknown Potential, Unable to Define
Zhang Pianpian then turned her gaze to Bai Zhenzhen.
*Songyang City Patrol Team Intern (Expand Details)*
*Songyang City Patrol Team Intern, Sword Critic, Fist Critic, Palm Critic, Knife Critic, Spear Critic, Medicine Critic, Points Hog, Loan Slave, Card Slave, Daoist Arts are Useless, Songyang Hater, She is Very Poor…*
And as Zhang Pianpian flicked her finger repeatedly, after two talismans in a row, the words “Unknown New Spiritual Root: Hidden Evolutionary Type, No Relevant Data Yet” appeared before “Songyang City Patrol Team Intern” above Bai Zhenzhen’s head.
As Zhang Pianpian flicked her finger, a glimmer of light flashed on the spirit registration tome floating beside her.
And when the talisman was completed, both the “???” above Zhang Yu’s head and the “Unknown New Spiritual Root” above Bai Zhenzhen’s head had disappeared completely, hidden away.
At the same time, Zhang Pianpian continued on the phone: “They are more outstanding than I expected.”
“Perhaps… they can keep up with my pace.”
On the other end of the phone, the woman said in surprise, “Oh? I’ve never heard you give anyone such high praise. I’m increasingly looking forward to meeting them.”