You dare to cultivate without money?!
Chapter 145 - 145 118 The Spokesperson

145: Chapter 118: The Spokesperson 145: Chapter 118: The Spokesperson Not long after Zhang Yu and Zhang Pianpian finished communicating, several electronic contracts had already been sent over.

The contracts outlined their upcoming promotional requirements for the synthetic demon muscle, as well as the requirements for filming commercials and being a spokesperson.

The specific compensation was…

“The endorsement fee is 600,000 per year, paid in three installments…”

Looking at this compensation, Zhang Yu felt a surge of excitement; it was the first time he felt so wealthy since arriving in Kunxu.

But when he thought about the money he should’ve originally earned, he could only blame Le Jingchen for tagging him as a genius with Purple Cloud, which drastically reduced his commercial value, filling Zhang Yu’s heart with anger again.

Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen, seeing her total endorsement fee of 400,000, was equally flushed with excitement.

“Haha, although I didn’t rank as high as Zhang Yu this time, I don’t have that ‘genius’ label like Yu Zi does, attracting a swarm of dirty genius-focused attention.”

Of course, the contract also imposed numerous restrictions on them.

For instance, they couldn’t deny that they used the synthetic demon muscle and couldn’t prevent others from using it either.

Also, regarding the explanation of the lack of surface features, part of it was their strong control power, and part of it was the excellent technology of the Immortal Rhythm Group, allowing them to adapt quickly, hence no visible surface features were seen.

Moreover, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had to claim that the main reason they could achieve excellent results in sports competitions was due to the synthetic demon muscle technology.

Other stipulations included not criticizing the synthetic demon muscle, not using the new body refining technologies of Purple Cloud, Red Tower, and so on and so forth.

Upon seeing the compensation, both Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen felt these were trivial matters.

Soon after Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen signed the contract, a lot of staff and a body-refining social influencer arrived at Songyang High School’s rest area, claiming they were there to interview Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu, having been prepped by Zhang Pianpian, was already prepared, and soon he pulled Bai Zhenzhen to appear in front of the camera…

“That’s right, our achievements today are all because we both accepted the technological transformation of the synthetic demon muscle by the Immortal Rhythm Group…”

“I used to be a poor student who couldn’t even make it to the top ten of my grade, but ever since I got the synthetic demon muscle, everything I eat tastes better, injections don’t hurt anymore, I pay more attention in class, and I gain muscle faster…”

“If you’re afraid of low scores, you need the synthetic demon muscle.

I believe in the future, students who don’t have it will lack competitiveness and will gradually be eliminated in the high school wave…”

As Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s interview continued, soon a large circle of students and teachers from ordinary and key high schools surrounded them.

Zhang Yu then noticed that many of them, including the on-site audience, all went to the Immortal Rhythm Company’s exhibit to inquire.

Especially shortly after the interview ended, Zhang Yu saw students from ordinary and key high schools running towards the exhibit with hope and longing on their faces, as if watching a crop of leeks being plucked, giving him mixed feelings.

Meanwhile, the Evil God concealed as prayer beads on Zhang Yu’s chest said, “Why the sigh?

Are you pitying those poor souls?”

“If they don’t spend their money here, they’ll spend it elsewhere.

Getting squeezed dry is inevitable, so why not let us earn a bit along the way.”

Zhang Yu stepped aside and whispered in a voice only he could hear, “I don’t think they’re pitiful.

After all, the synthetic demon muscle technology is indeed useful.”

“Heh, is it really useful?” The Evil God suddenly chuckled, “The Qi Cultivation Stage has its limits: the Dao Heart tops out at level 10, mana at 100, and physical strength at level 10.”

“Do you think these students competing with you, even without the synthetic demon muscle, if given more time to train slowly, would reach this limit?”

Zhang Yu was slightly stunned but already had the answer in his heart.

The students present were all top students since childhood; if given enough time, pushing their cultivation to the Qi Refinement limit should be no problem.

The Evil God mused, “Long ago, you only needed to score above 650 on the college entrance exam and win one or two competition placements in three years of high school to secure a spot in the Top Ten.”

“Gradually, the college entrance score requirements rose, forcing students to improve their stats as much as possible in just three years, compressing what originally took 5 or even 10 years in the Qi Cultivation Stage into three years.”

“Later, the requirements for competition awards also increased.”

“What started as competing in the third year of high school became a second-year competition, and eventually battling from the first year.”

“Now, they even have to use this synthetic demon muscle, hoping to achieve second-year standards in the first year.”

“This synthetic demon muscle…

is just extracting strength that they could’ve achieved with an extra year or two of training ahead of schedule.”

“But just like when body refining with medication was promoted, when most started using it, started employing synthetic demon muscle, the waste of the Immortal Path still remains waste.”

“Those who couldn’t get into the Top Ten still can’t; those who can’t get the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate still can’t.

The ultimate limit of their lifetimes is still the Qi Refinement limit.”

“What’s the difference from the time when they didn’t use medication or any new body refining technologies?”

“Oh no, there is a difference.

These Immortal Path wastes have an extra debt burden for the synthetic demon muscle.”

“Do you understand now?

The only role of these body refining technologies is to help them compete with other students in high school.”

“But no matter how hard they try, no matter how hard they struggle, the spots in the Top Ten won’t increase, and the number of people who earn the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate won’t rise, and the Qi Refinement limit remains immovable.”

The Evil God laughed again, “From start to finish, it’s just the Ten Major Sects and companies playing them.”

“But they play it well, making them willingly pay money, much slicker than us Evil Gods.”

Just as the Evil God laughed, Zhao Tianxing cautiously approached, inquiring Zhang Yu about the synthetic demon muscle.

During the last special training program at Songyang High School, Zhao Tianxing chose to opt-out, both because he deemed the program too brutal and feared wasting his family’s money for no results.

But seeing Zhang Yu’s achievements this time sparked immense interest in the synthetic demon muscle for Zhao Tianxing.

Especially as he reportedly watched Zhang Yu improve day by day at a rapid pace.

Originally, Zhao Tianxing was embarrassed to ask Zhang Yu why he improved so quickly, but now, seeing Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen actively marketing and giving interviews, he decided to inquire.

He asked Zhang Yu, “Yu, is the synthetic demon muscle really that amazing?

Can it close the gap between us and the Three Major High Schools?”

Zhang Yu nodded, “Yes, it’s indeed very powerful.

Without the synthetic demon muscle, I couldn’t have gotten first place.”

Zhao Tianxing eagerly asked, “Do you think I should use the synthetic demon muscle?”

Thinking of the contract restrictions, Zhang Yu could only nod again, “Yes, it’s good.”

Zhao Tianxing laughed, “You think I should undergo the transformation too?”

Seeing Zhao Tianxing’s excited face, seemingly already deciding, Zhang Yu joked, “Actually, part of why I’m so good is due to natural body refinement, which allows precise control over physical strength.”

Zhao Tianxing thought Zhang Yu was joking and laughed along.

The obscure Evil God sneered, “You want to hint that he shouldn’t spend that money?

Dream on—if everyone starts using the new technology, how’s he to keep up without spending?

He’ll just drop out sooner.”

“Moreover, these Immortal Path failures won’t listen to you—you advise them further, and they’d think you’re tricking them, afraid of their progress.”

“Don’t end up breaching the contract and losing your friends.”

“This is Kunxu; the trend is like this.

Can one person change it?”

Meanwhile, He Dayou had been eavesdropping on Zhao Tianxing and Zhang Yu’s conversation.

Hearing this, he couldn’t help but think, “Natural body refinement?

Nothing on him seems natural to me.”

He then shifted his gaze and thought, “Is he saying this because he’s afraid that if we all undergo the synthetic demon muscle transformation, we’ll catch up to him in the future?”

This thought filled He Dayou with a tinge of worry, “Could already having surgery pose issues with getting the synthetic demon muscle?”

Observing his motivated classmates around, Zhang Yu sensed their restless hearts stirring.

A flash of helplessness crossed Zhang Yu’s mind, envisioning his classmates soon becoming neither human nor beast.

In the future, Songyang High School might as well be renamed Songyang Demon Beast Garden.

“No, at this rate, in a few years, Songyang City might turn into a mad animal sanctuary.”

The Evil God, disguised as prayer beads, said, “Chap, do you still have time to worry about others?”

Zhang Yu moved to the side and whispered, “You’ve been talking a lot lately.”

“Just resting and conserving energy,” the Evil God chuckled, “Besides, with so many eyes here, I talk less to avoid exposure that might harm the both of us.”

“Kid, in this arena, from top to bottom, are all blind as bats.

They’ve only seen a sliver of your talent.

Otherwise, they’d have torn you apart for study…”

“But even so, there are many who harbor ill will towards you, and your sister, in two months, will leave Songyang City for college on the Kunxu Second Floor, right?

In two months, plenty will come against you…”

Zhang Yu said coldly, “What are you trying to say?”

The Evil God tempted, “Don’t you want to further unleash your potential?

Don’t you want to be stronger and wealthier, so you can protect yourself when your sister leaves, and even care for Bai Zhenzhen, and eventually ascend to Kunxu Second Floor together…”

Obviously, though the Evil God hadn’t spoken much lately, through silent observation, it had come to know Zhang Yu’s situation.

Zhang Yu didn’t respond, only thinking to himself, “Of course, I want to unleash my potential further.”

Gazing at the floating Yu Shu in front of him, Zhang Yu wished Yu Shu could give him a rapid surge, skyrocketing his rank to crush Kunxu with a single punch.

“But at what cost?” Zhang Yu remarked softly, “Do you want to trick me into going against your colleague again?”

The Evil God smiled, “How can you call it a trick?

I’m just giving you a heads-up, a fallback option.

Hunt another Evil God for me, and your potential will surge!

Skyrocketing!

Exploding!”

Though Zhang Yu didn’t respond, the Evil God knew that its suggestion had undoubtedly taken root in Zhang Yu’s mind, leaving him to walk this path in the future.