What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?

"Fuck!"

Bang!

"Fuck!"

Bang!

"Fuck!"

Bang! Bang!

In the dark, concrete room, accompanied by a series of low roars and impacts, Zhang Yu finally endured the intense pain coming from his body and finished the second round of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering.

He collapsed to the ground with a bang, gasping for breath.

Feeling his hands and feet still trembling slightly, Zhang Yu felt that his body had reached its limit, and every inch of his flesh and blood did not want to move.

But in this state, the chill and the voice in his mind came again.

"Please abide by the ritual agreement, work hard to fulfill your wish, do not deliberately slack off or delay, 10."

"Damn it!" Zhang Yu cursed in his heart, "I've reached my limit!"

"I really can't practice anymore!"

"I have classes tomorrow!"

But no matter what he said or how he explained, the countdown did not stop or hesitate at all.

Seeing the countdown approaching the end, Zhang Yu could only curse and climb up again to practice.

Under normal circumstances, most people find it difficult to push themselves to their true limit when exercising alone.

Only under the supervision and strict requirements of a master, teacher, or coach can people often exercise to their limit time and time again.

The same was true for Zhang Yu. If he were alone, he would probably have practiced the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering once or twice today and then be too tired to move, resting directly.

But the power of the ritual was like a demon coach at this moment, watching him at all times and threatening him with death, urging him to continue exercising without the slightest laziness.

The third round...

The fourth round...

The fifth round...

All the way to the tenth round!

Under the repeated threats of the ritual power, Zhang Yu practiced the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering a full ten times!

During this period, the flesh and blood all over his body went from tearing pain to stinging pain, and finally seemed to gradually become numb. He even felt that his hands and feet were about to disappear.

At the same time, every trace of mana in his body was forced out, constantly injecting into those damaged flesh and blood.

After completing these ten rounds of exercise, Zhang Yu felt that both the flesh and blood all over his body and the mana in his body were like being squeezed dry, like a rag that had been wrung thousands of times, unable to produce a single drop.

At this moment, Zhang Yu just wanted to lie on the ground like this, too lazy to move even a little bit.

To his relief, the voice that had been urging him to death did not sound again this time, as if it believed that he had truly done his best at this moment and had truly reached his limit.

And in the process of exercising just now, Zhang Yu also slightly figured out the characteristics of this ritual power.

"This thing is a bit like an artificial idiot, without real intelligence, just operating according to certain rules..."

Zhang Yu had seen similar things in the movies, TV shows, and news of Kunxu.

Those powerful magical treasures contained artifact spirits, and these artifact spirits were like artificial intelligence, with a certain degree of intelligence to deal with various problems. Even those powerful enough artifact spirits had intelligence no less than that of humans.

At this moment, after confirming that the ritual power did not come out to force him to exercise, Zhang Yu was finally able to relax his mind and feel the effect of the upgraded Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering.

Yes, just after Zhang Yu completed the tenth round of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering, he could feel that this martial art had been upgraded.

In that instant, his understanding and comprehension of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering became deeper.

Many details that he had not noticed or did not understand before appeared in his mind in that instant like a flash of lightning.

And on the feather book, the initial 'Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering Level 1 (0/10)' also became 'Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering Level 2 (0/20)'.

"As long as I practice 20 more times, I can raise the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering to level 3?"

"If I keep practicing like this, won't I be able to push the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering to level 10 soon?"

Zhang Yu knew that in the Qi Refining realm, the highest level of martial arts and Taoist techniques could only be cultivated to level 10.

"At that time, even if I don't use acupuncture or take medicine, the effect of exercise will not be less than Bai Zhenzhen and the others... No, it may be far beyond."

"If this goes on, it's not impossible to raise my physical strength to the first place in the grade in the future."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu felt excited and felt that his body was not so painful anymore.

"Terrifying, my potential is really too terrifying. Once it is stimulated by the evil god, I will simply soar into the sky."

With beautiful visions for the future, Zhang Yu, whose body had been exercised to its limit, gradually fell into sleepiness and fell asleep unconsciously.

He slept until five o'clock the next morning, when Zhang Yu woke up instinctively, just like the countless times he had woken up at five o'clock in the past.

But today his limbs were sore and weak, and even opening his eyes was extremely difficult.

At this moment, although Zhang Yu had woken up, he didn't want to get up at all, just wanting to sleep for a while longer, even if this was on the concrete floor of an unfinished building.

"Five minutes... just sleep for five more minutes..."

But just as Zhang Yu wanted to stay in bed, a chilling voice sounded again from the bottom of his heart.

"Please abide by the ritual agreement, work hard to fulfill your wish, do not deliberately slack off or delay, 10."

"Damn it!" Zhang Yu suddenly opened his eyes, listening carefully to the voice continuing to sound, and after repeatedly confirming that this was not an illusion, he could only sit up cursing.

At this moment, Zhang Yu suddenly realized that things might be more serious than he had originally thought.

"In the future, as long as it is related to studying, cultivation, going to college, or work, that is, related to studying, cultivation, working, and making money to satisfy the second wish... I can't be a little bit slack?"

"24-hour supervision, huh."

With a body full of fatigue and exhaustion, Zhang Yu could only rush back to the rented house.

Feeling the greasiness and sweat all over his body, he quickly paid the 323.4 water bill and took a shower in five minutes, then rushed to the bus stop.

Looking up at the display screen on the platform, Zhang Yu thought, "The next bus will arrive in ten minutes?"

Finding a pole to lean on, he thought to himself, "Rest for a while, it's good that that broken thing didn't tell me to seize this time to practice."

Zhang Yu regretted it as soon as he thought of this.

Because a chill surged from his heart, and that nightmare-like voice sounded again.

"Please abide by the ritual agreement, work hard to fulfill your wish, do not deliberately slack off or delay, 10."

"I..." Zhang Yu cursed in his heart, "Is this thing monitoring the thoughts in my head all the time? As long as I think of a way to work hard and don't do it... it will kill me?"

So, in the countdown, Zhang Yu could only endure his exhaustion and start practicing the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Tempering in the eyes of people around him, some surprised, some puzzled, some admiring, and some indifferent.

Ha!

Bang!

With the last punch, Zhang Yu, covered in sweat, collapsed to the ground again.

Looking at the bus getting closer and closer in the distance, he was extremely thankful in his heart, "It's finally here."

And today, Zhang Yu even found a seat on the bus, which made him even happier.

"I can finally rest properly."

"I'll take a nap, the bus can't force me to practice, right? Unless it's breathing exercises..."

As soon as he thought of the word "breathing exercises," Zhang Yu felt bad.

"Please abide by the ritual agreement, work hard to fulfill your wish, do not deliberately slack off or delay, 10."

Sure enough, the countdown sounded again, forcing Zhang Yu to drive while performing basic breathing exercises.

Performing breathing exercises while riding the bus sounded very simple and cost-effective, but even the former Zhang Yu gave up after trying it a few times.

One reason was that the environment on the bus was too noisy, making it difficult to concentrate.

The second and most important point was that Zhang Yu, who got up early every day, was too tired.

Having a rare seat, he just wanted to take a nap and couldn't muster the energy to do breathing exercises at all.

The few times he tried, he often started to doze off after doing breathing exercises for a while.

But at this moment, under the coercion of the ritual power, Zhang Yu could only try to do breathing exercises, and in the process of constantly fighting sleepiness, he tried to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth with each breath.

At this time, he also completely understood that things were much more serious than he had previously thought.

"This is not ordinary 24-hour supervision, this is forcing me to death at all times."

"As long as this thing is still on me, then all laziness, slacking off, entertainment, enjoyment, and relaxation... will leave me."

"There will be no more weekends, let alone holidays. My life will be dedicated to studying, cultivation, and work every minute and every second... until the second wish is fulfilled."

Zhang Yu unconsciously hugged his head, "I will become a complete learning machine and working beast, with no free time at all. I will be a try-hard for the rest of my life... until I am completely crushed by this pressure!"

He sighed in his heart, "If this is the case for the rest of my life, then what's the use of achieving immortality and living for hundreds of years more? Living for how many more years is just suffering for how many more years."

"Heavens!"

The surrounding passengers all looked at Zhang Yu, who was hugging his head with a painful expression.

But Zhang Yu couldn't care about these anymore. With the countdown of "Please abide by the ritual agreement..." sounding again, he had already straightened his posture again, suppressing the sadness in his heart and continuing to operate the basic breathing exercises.

But at the same time, a determination gradually rose in Zhang Yu's heart.

In fact, until this morning, Zhang Yu, who had come to this world, was somewhat confused.

Although he wanted to get into a famous university, join a large sect, and achieve immortality, it was difficult to say how much of it was influenced by the original owner's memory, and was his choice following the inertia of life.

Until this moment, Zhang Yu finally had a goal, something he was determined to accomplish, no matter what.

That is to become strong enough, strong enough to completely remove this ritual power that is forcing him.

Zhang Yu wants... freedom!