Chapter 84
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Chapter 84: Transplantation
Could I just spend some money to get this poor guy to… let me touch him?
The mere thought of touching him made Le Mulan recall the scenes from the arena, making her uncomfortable. Her Mental Cultivation Technique, which had been dormant, seemed to reactivate naturally, helping her escape this torment.
Before the arena incident, even if she felt disgust, Le Mulan could still converse normally with Zhang Yu. But now, the mere idea of touching him filled her with a physiological aversion.
No, I must change my mindset and overcome this weakness.
How can a wealthy person fear the poor?
With this resolve, Le Mulan stopped her Mental Cultivation Technique again.
But I can’t start too aggressively. I need a gentler approach.
Maybe I could observe their training? No… watching him up close is still too nauseating. I need an even gentler approach.
Perhaps I should avoid direct contact for now. What if I try buying a few of Zhang Yu’s clothes to start?
The thought of clothes stained with his skin cells, oils, sweat, and body odor made her shudder. It felt utterly defiling.
No, that’s still too disgusting. I need an even gentler approach.
After much deliberation, Le Mulan decided to download photos from Zhang Yu’s social media feed. She would start by looking at pictures of this poor man every day.
Once looking at his photos no longer disgusts me, I might be ready to upgrade and try touching his clothes.
***
On the way home, Zhang Yu saw that the 5,000 yuan had been credited to his account. He immediately bought a new weighted training suit, since his old one had been damaged during the Martial Arts Competition.
His savings decreased by 2,000 yuan, leaving him with just under 13,000.
After returning home and receiving the weighted training suit, Zhang Yu quickly changed into it and headed to the abandoned building for his cultivation.
Late that night, as the 24-hour cooldown period ended, he could finally switch the Feather Book’s specialization to the Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi.
This technique consisted of a single movement, but it required perfect coordination of every muscle fiber and tendon in the body, each contracting or stretching simultaneously. It demanded extraordinary control over one’s physical body.
But for Zhang Yu…
“Difficult?”
The more difficult, the better. Otherwise, how can I demonstrate the gap in talent between myself and others?
Zhang Yu stood firmly in place with his feet shoulder-width apart and his hands hanging naturally at his sides. Then, following the instructions in the electronic manual, he began to move every muscle and tendon in his body.
But on his first attempt was chaotic, since this was an impossible feat. His entire body felt disjointed. He would either forget to engage his leg muscles or neglect the tendons in his hands.
Had it been the original Zhang Yu attempting to self-learn the Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi, he would have needed to individually train and subdue every muscle group in his body before integrating them all. This process would have easily taken months.
But the current Zhang Yu, after just one cursory practice, felt a jolt like an electric current coursing through him. His mind flooded with countless memories and experiences, all related to controlling his muscles and tendons.
Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi mastered!
In that moment, he felt his control over his body reach an unprecedented level.
Inside the abandoned building, As Zhang Yu exerted his strength again, a thunderous sound seemed to erupt from within him. It was the sound of all his muscles and tendons stretching in unison.
Zhang Yu’s entire frame shot upward by several inches and expanded slightly, like a rubber ball being inflated. The “air” filling him was the explosive power generated by his own body.
“Too easy. Again.”
Zhang Yu’s heart swelled with delight as he unleashed another wave of power. With each rhythmic pulse of his muscles, the heat of his blood and qi intensified. In the frigid night air, a white steam began to rise from his body.
He knew this was the effect of the Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi. By mobilizing his muscles and tendons to circulate his blood and qi, he could channel that energy into his bone marrow. Ultimately it strengthened his muscles, tendons, and bones, and enhanced his physical power and explosive force.
In the blink of an eye, after ten consecutive bursts of effort, Zhang Yu had raised his Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi to level 2.
But he also felt utterly drained, as if he had just fought Song Hailong all over again.
Body Refinement Techniques are indeed more exhausting to practice than Combat Techniques.
Each practice session of this body-refining Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi feels as if every ounce of my being is erupting with its full power. The toll it takes on my stamina is immense.
Zhang Yu could only sit down. He focused on cultivating his Mental Cultivation Technique to strengthen his Dao Heart while taking the opportunity to recover his physical strength.
After more than half an hour, feeling his energy restored, he stood up and resumed cultivating the Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi.
The night passed in a flash. Though he had to rest for a while after every dozen or so practice sessions, Zhang Yu still managed to intermittently raise his Crimson Marrow Primordial Qi to level 6 (43/60).
At that moment, Zhang Yu’s body trembled as his vital energy surged within him, creating a sound like the roar of crashing waves.
He let out a long breath and felt a wave of weakness wash over him.
So tired… I feel so hungry!
***
Songyang High School.
Dining Hall.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were devouring synthetic food with gusto.
As for their former disdain, they have already forgotten that. As for now, They could now only utter a single phrase about the food, “Truly delicious.”
After all, the current synthetic food was no longer as unpalatable as it once was, and it was cheap, convenient, and nutritious. For Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, who had recently begun to focus on body refining, it was the perfect solution.
But in contrast to Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen enjoying their meal, Qian Shen and Zhao Tianxing sat across from them with gloomy faces, their appetites completely gone.
This was because they had attended an extra training session with the Physical Education Competition Team after school the previous day. After signing numerous confidentiality agreements, they finally learned the true nature of the special training program.
Even now, whenever Zhao Tianxing recalled what he had learned, he felt a sense of suffocation.
The so-called special training program involved senior students donating muscle fibers, which were then transplanted into junior students using Songyang High School’s advanced immortal cultivation technology. The transplanted fibers would then fuse with the students’ existing muscles.
With the support of this immortal cultivation technology, the fused muscles not only immediately enhanced physical strength but could also continue to be refined and grow stronger through cultivation.
In other words, muscle fibers from Second-Year students were transplanted into Zhao Tianxing and the others, merging with their original muscle fibers. This allowed them to gradually gain a portion of the powerful physique that the Second-Year seniors had developed through an extra year of cultivation.
To put it another way, First-Year students could buy the flesh of poor second-year, and Second-Years could buy the flesh of poor Third-Years.
This was the special training program, a plan that Zhao Tianxing found utterly brutal and savage.
He was even more horrified when he saw the price list yesterday.
The names of Second-Year students were listed one after another, paired with values and prices for different muscle groups like the trapezius, deltoids, supraspinatus, and biceps. It was all arranged in rows, looking just like a restaurant menu.
What made it even worse was that Zhao Tianxing saw Shuang Youpeng, the former top student of their grade, listed on it.
All of this made Zhao Tianxing feel as if his mind was about to break.
He remembered the conversation he and Qian Shen had with Lan Ling.
Lan Ling, the top Physical Education student in the Second-Year class, was also a member of the Sports Competition Team and one of the executors of the special training program.
In contrast, Wang Hai was only responsible for the team’s daily training and had no real say in the special training program. He had earned his title as a star PE teacher solely through the team’s achievements.
Zhao Tianxing asked, “If we buy their flesh, what happens to them?”
Lan Ling replied calmly, “Don’t worry. We’ll leave them enough to regrow from. With food and exercise, they can grow it back.”
Zhao Tianxing’s breathing quickened. “So it is just grow ,harvest, grow again and harvest again?”
“…Is that not just like cattle and sheep?”
Lan Ling smiled and responded in matter-of-fact tone, “Humans are still far more valuable than cattle and sheep. At these prices, they still make a profit.”
“This is not a matter of price,” Qian Shen interjected from the side. “Buying flesh directly like this is the same as buying physical strength, is it not? It is equivalent to paying for a better score in sports.”
Lan Ling stated matter-of-factly again, “Indeed. You could say it is a matter of buying points.”
Qian Shen questioned, “How can money buy points?”
Lan Ling replied coolly, “Of course, money can buy points.”
“Otherwise, where do you think your cultivation came from? The drugs you have taken, the cultivation arts you have practiced, and the knowledge you have learned, where do you think all of that came from?”
“It was all bought with money.”
“And why do you think you are standing here instead of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, who have better grades?”
“It is simply because you are richer. Your parents could afford the sponsorship fees.”
“Money can buy better grades. It can even buy points.”
“Sponsorship fees?” Zhao Tianxing was taken aback. When he recalled his parents’ recent talk of selling their house, everything suddenly made sense.
Qian Shen, however, still looked as though he could not accept it.
He Dayou, who was standing nearby, tried to placate him. “Alright, Qian Shen, this is just how the world works. Money is the most important thing. If you are worried about anyone finding out you are buying flesh, you can rest easy. We all signed confidentiality agreements under the witness of the Righteous God. No one will say a word.”
As the school board director’s son, He Dayou had long understood how things worked. He smiled at Lan Ling and said, “Senior, I have made my selection. Once we sign the contract, the transplant surgery can begin today, right?”
To officially begin the special training program and start the muscle transplants, a contract had to be signed first. This contract naturally included the school and the Student Council’s authority to decide the future university and major choices for the participants.
He Dayou, of course, had no concerns about this.
As the school board director’s son, he naturally faced no restrictions on his choice of university or major.
However…
He unconsciously glanced at Zhao Tianxing beside him. He knew that if Zhao Tianxing wanted to join the Competition Team and accept the special training program, his university choices would definitely be restricted.
This was simply because his family was not wealthy enough and had barely managed to pay the sponsorship fee.
He Dayou thought to himself, They are from a minor family, still a long way from the true circles of wealth and power in Songyang City.
Lan Ling listened to He Dayou’s question and nodded. “From now on, we will perform small transplants daily. You will feel your physical strength surging dramatically with each passing moment.”
