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

Inside the resting area of Ziyun High School.

Le Mulan had already returned to sit on Lian Tianji's back.

She watched Bai Zhenzhen, who had rushed to the arena, holding a phone and explaining the usage rights to the referee, and said, "Bai Zhenzhen can actually use Zhang Yu's phone to shop? Does she know his phone password and payment password?"

"These two must be the best of friends."

Looking at Zhang Yu slowly walking back to the resting area, Le Mulan patted Lian Tianji's head and said, "I remember you have Zhang Yu as a friend, right?"

...

As soon as Zhang Yu returned to the resting area, he poured all the potions he had bought before the competition to restore stamina, mana, and energy into his mouth.

Feeling the rapid recovery of power within his body, he felt a little more at ease.

The organizers gave a total of half an hour of rest time before the finals, which Zhang Yu thought was enough to restore eighty to ninety percent of his stamina and mana.

Bai Zhenzhen said from the side: "...Do you remember everything I just told you."

Seeing Zhang Yu nod, she continued: "Then I won't say more, you should rest well and prepare for the next battle."

Not long after Bai Zhenzhen left, Zhang Yu felt his phone vibrate slightly. When he opened it, he saw that Lian Tianji had recommended a friend for him.

"Le Mulan?"

Unsure why Le Mulan wanted to add him, Zhang Yu simply chose to accept it first.

Then he saw Le Mulan send a message directly: Let's meet, I have something I want to talk to you about.

Zhang Yu came to an empty corridor outside the arena and saw Le Mulan already standing there, looking pretty.

This top student from Ziyun High School had a beautiful appearance and a frosty temperament. Wherever she went, she seemed to be the focus of everyone's attention, attracting the gazes of others.

Seeing Zhang Yu arrive at this moment, she said straightforwardly: "200,000, I'll pay you to lose, how about it?"

Zhang Yu was slightly stunned: "You want to spend money to buy the competition champion?"

Le Mulan said indifferently: "Wealth is power, money is part of strength. The martial arts competition is choosing the strongest, why can't I buy it with money?"

Zhang Yu stared at the other party and snorted, "You're not confident in defeating me?"

Le Mulan shook her head: "I just think that fighting with you might cost more than 200,000. Using this 200,000 to buy a guaranteed win, I think it's very cost-effective."

Looking at Zhang Yu, who had fallen silent, Le Mulan added: "If 200,000 isn't enough, then 400,000, but I'll only go up to 400,000 at most. If you want to raise the price again, I won't agree."

Zhang Yu swallowed. He had to admit that the 400,000 yuan that Le Mulan had thrown at him at this moment was more powerful than all the moves he had encountered in these continuous arena battles.

What kind of cultivation techniques could 400,000 buy? How long could he rent a spiritual root for? How many cultivation tools could he buy? And how much could he improve in terms of talismans?

Zhang Yu even felt that if he had this 400,000, it would improve his cultivation far more than the 50,000 yuan prize money and an expert-level cultivation technique from the martial arts competition.

After all, in Kunxu, as long as you have money, you have potential, you have qualifications, you can advance rapidly on the path of immortality, and even gods will serve you.

Zhang Yu said: "Okay, transfer it directly to my card."

Le Mulan opened her five fingers, and a purple jade-colored talisman book appeared in her palm: "Sign a contract with me under the witness of a true god, and I will transfer the money to you immediately."

Looking at Zhang Yu, who had not agreed and had instead fallen silent, Le Mulan was surprised: "You're hesitating over 400,000?"

She felt very strange.

"I heard Lian Tianji say that a few hundred yuan can hire you as a security guard, right?"

"You poor people clearly fight tooth and nail for a few hundred or a few thousand every day, why are you hesitating now that 400,000 is right in front of you?"

"With your background, it's impossible for you to get into the top ten universities anyway. Is first place in the martial arts competition that important?"

There was no hint of sarcasm in Le Mulan's tone, she just seemed genuinely very, very puzzled by Zhang Yu's behavior at the moment.

Shaking her head, she turned and left: "Since you can't decide for the moment, I'll leave first. But you can come and take this 400,000 before the finals start, but that's all there is, I won't raise the price anymore."

Watching Le Mulan leave, Zhang Yu used his phone to ask Zhang Pianpian: Sister, if I don't get first place in the martial arts competition and only get second, how much will it affect my chances of getting into the top ten universities?

Zhang Pianpian: The path I'm helping you find requires your high school grades to be as good as possible and your competition ranking to be as high as possible, the higher the chance of being selected. First place in the competition is naturally more likely to get into the top ten than second place.

Zhang Yu understood, which meant that taking this 400,000 didn't necessarily mean he wouldn't get into the top ten, it would just reduce the chances...

But just as the thought of agreeing to Le Mulan's offer truly arose in his heart, that damned ritual began to wail at him again.

"I knew it."

"You brain-damaged thing are really afraid that I won't get into the top ten."

Feeling the 400,000 drifting away from him, Zhang Yu felt a heart-wrenching pain, a pain that was even greater than when he and Lian Tianji exchanged punches, greater than when he and Song Hailong fought with all their strength.

"Is this the heartache of losing a huge sum of money?"

Immediately, Zhang Yu activated the Heavenly Martial Heart Refining Technique, cutting off all those distracting thoughts.

At this moment, only one thought remained in his heart.

He was going to beat that rich dead woman Le Mulan to the ground in the arena.

...

As the finals began.

Le Mulan and Zhang Yu stepped onto the arena at the same time.

This martial arts competition had finally reached its final stage.

A series of blue and white sword energies surged out from Le Mulan's body with overwhelming force, slashing towards Zhang Yu.

Once Le Mulan's Star Dou Sword Technique was unleashed, it was continuous, majestic, and strict, like deploying troops, making it difficult to break through.

Watching Zhang Yu dodge left and right under her sword energy, occasionally using the Phaseless Cloud Barrier to resist the sword energy, Le Mulan felt like she was watching a rat scurrying around with its head in its hands.

"Do you want to exhaust my mana?"

Le Mulan laughed: "Do you think you can exhaust it?"

In the next moment, as Le Mulan's sword energy erupted, the mana within her body became more and more turbulent, like a torrential river, surging endlessly. Her mana was clearly stronger than all the other contestants present.

At the same time, a female voice came from within her body.

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"Remaining mana in the inner core: 8 million."

Le Mulan touched her lower abdomen, then looked at Zhang Yu in front of her: "I've charged a total of 8 million yuan worth of mana into the replaceable inner core in my body."

At the same time, a line of text also appeared on her wrist, which was a number constantly counting down from 8 million.

Obviously, as she continued to unleash mana and sword energy, the mana charged into the inner core was constantly being consumed, but it was only decreasing at a rate of thousands of yuan per second. There was still a very long way to go before the 8 million yuan was completely exhausted.

But this also meant that Le Mulan was spending thousands of yuan every second she fought.

With a flick of Le Mulan's fingertip, streaks of sword energy bombarded Zhang Yu like a storm. Not to mention getting close, it was simply pushing Zhang Yu out of the arena bit by bit.

"If you're worried that my body's meridians can't withstand this surging mana, then don't worry."

"My battle spirit root 'Mana Network' has already helped me protect all my meridians, allowing me to maintain a high output of mana without worrying about wear and tear."

At the same time, seeing Le Mulan's lavish appearance on the arena, bombarding everything with sword energy and having 8 million yuan worth of mana that she couldn't use up, the audience also became excited.

This was even more admirable than Song Hailong's 10 million insurance fee just now, because that 10 million insurance was the insurance company's money, but the money that Le Mulan was throwing out at this moment was all her own real money.

Some audience members praised Le Mulan's way of spending money: "It's so beautiful, this way of spending money like it's nothing is so beautiful."

Some audience members were incredibly envious: "It's so good to be rich, it's so happy."

Some audience members had an epiphany: "Sure enough, if you want to go far on the path of immortality, you still have to spend money. Today I'm going to squeeze the old man dry, I must take another step forward on the path of immortality."

Along with the noisy voices coming from the audience, Le Mulan frowned slightly.

While firing sword energy, she looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Did you hear that? Although they are a bit noisy, they are not wrong. Money is the foundation of cultivation."

"As a poor person, if you had earned that 400,000 today, you could have gotten a little closer to me."

"But you主动放弃了这变强的机会."

She looked in Zhang Yu's direction and asked with a sincere face: "I'm very curious, you're so poor, but you're unwilling to make money, why is that?"

It seemed that Le Mulan had said so much just to ask this question that she felt curious about.

Looking at the other party's sincere inquiry, Zhang Yu suddenly felt a little amused.

Was this a rich young lady observing the life of a poor ghost?

He snorted coldly and said, "The price of 400,000 is because you think you can win against me with a maximum of 400,000?"

Le Mulan nodded: "That's right, I calculated that your defeat is only worth 400,000 at most. Spending even a penny more is a waste."

At the same time, with the continuous bombardment of sword energy, a gap was finally broken in the Phaseless Cloud Barrier, cutting a sword mark on Zhang Yu's palm.

Zhang Yu said lightly: "Then what if I add this poor ghost's blood?"

Blood dripped into the qi, dyeing the Phaseless Cloud Barrier with strands of scarlet.

But facing the injury on his hand, Zhang Yu didn't panic at all. On the contrary, he seemed to have been prepared for it, and suddenly splashed the blood all over his hand towards Le Mulan's location.

Le Mulan, who had not moved from beginning to end and had always been forcing her opponent with sword energy, actually moved her feet slightly at this moment, deliberately dodging the splashed blood.

With Le Mulan's dodge, a clear flaw immediately appeared in her Star Dou Sword Technique.

Zhang Yu shot out like lightning, wanting to break through the layers of sword energy and approach Le Mulan's side.

At the same time, the words Bai Zhenzhen said flashed through Zhang Yu's mind.

...

"The first flaw of this Le Mulan is that she... seems to have a cleanliness fetish."

"I suggest you spit at her directly, preferably phlegm. Not only will she dodge, she definitely won't want to use her sword energy to catch the saliva."