You dare to cultivate without money?!
Chapter 160 - 160 132 Seeking Channels Image Design Thanks to 'Qiushui Ran Xinghe' for the Generous Reward

160: Chapter 132: Seeking Channels, Image Design (Thanks to ‘Qiushui Ran Xinghe’ for the Generous Reward) 160: Chapter 132: Seeking Channels, Image Design (Thanks to ‘Qiushui Ran Xinghe’ for the Generous Reward) Upon hearing Zhang Yu’s inquiry, Fu Ji inwardly thought it was troublesome: “This guy really does care about his sister.”

Fu Ji knew that if she didn’t answer properly, it would make Zhang Yu even more curious.

So after thinking for a moment, Fu Ji said, “This so-called Divine Dao is about being noticed early by the Eight True Gods and then signing a contract for cultivation.”

“Not only can you obtain resources, but you can also receive the guidance of the gods.”

“Especially in the art of talismans, they can truly master the related cultivation techniques, modify various parameters of talismans, and even customize their own exclusive talismans, directly borrowing the power of the Eight True Gods.”

“It’s not like you guys who can only stupidly trace the talismanic book, and once the money is gone, you’re left staring blankly at it.”

“I once saw a real talisman expert who froze another person’s bank account with a single report talisman, leaving the opponent holding the talismanic book in frustration.”

Zhang Yu asked, “So even without money, can you use talismans if you step onto the Divine Dao?”

“Of course not, what gods would you plead with if you have no money?” Fu Ji said, “But those on the Divine Dao have high loan limits, each is a postnatal sacrificial body with potential beyond measure.”

Fu Ji lamented, “Every time you think you’ve finally bankrupted someone, damn it, they can borrow more money and their combat power skyrocket, becoming even stronger after borrowing, so these guys are best at breakthroughs in battle.”

Zhang Yu slightly understood some of this, is this the difference between insiders and ordinary users?

Talisman also has real cultivation techniques?

And early attention from the Eight True Gods…

Zhang Yu recalled in his mind those memories about his sister from the past.

The former Zhang Pianpian seemed to change from elementary school, becoming more mature, smarter, and more decisive.

But at that time, Zhang Yu was too young, either being criticized by his sister or beaten by her, not realizing the strangeness in it.

And now, although more curiosity and doubt surged in his heart, the point Zhang Yu cared about the most was…

“So many benefits?” Zhang Yu solemnly said, “What is the cost?”

After all, this is Kunxu.

Zhang Yu didn’t believe in those stories of True Gods appreciating mortal talents enough to take them as disciples and train them.

In Kunxu World, any gift from wealthy people or gods inevitably comes with an early tagged price.

Fu Ji had prepared for this, so she answered, “All talents who signed contracts with the True Gods and stepped into the Divine Dao need to join the Eight True Gods as clergy after graduating from university, working for free for decades to hundreds of years.”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu gasped, having to work for free for so long?

His sister had been downgraded from working hard to becoming a real workhorse.

Fu Ji continued, “Of course, these people who step onto the Divine Dao need a talent too.”

Zhang Yu asked, “What talent?”

Fu Ji chuckled, “You have to be poor.”

“After all, not only are the rich born that way.”

“Being an ox or horse is also innate; if your family isn’t poor enough, you can’t make it.”

Damn…

Zhang Yu was speechless hearing this, and could only sigh at how uniquely talented his family was.

Observing Zhang Yu’s expression, Fu Ji knew she had brushed it off this time and thought inwardly, “Better worry about yourself.”

Recalling Zhang Pianpian’s behavior, Fu Ji thought, “Judging from this woman’s performance, the True God she signed with is probably of a god-level, involving a godly arrangement of 10 levels or higher.”

“Once Zhang Yu attends college, he’ll know this isn’t something he should worry about.”

Soon after the conversation between Zhang Yu and Fu Ji, Bai Zhenzhen called him over.

The two of them met with the contact from Immortal Rhythm Group and were then directed to the dressing room.

In the dressing room, Yu Xinghan and Song Halong were already waiting.

This time, a group with high sports competition rankings and Immortal Rhythm Group background came together to co-shoot an advertisement.

Yu Xinghan was scrolling through ads on his phone, glanced at the two, and greeted them, “Yo, you’re here too.”

Song Halong, who was seizing the time to meditate, nodded at the two and continued his focused cultivation.

It was because of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s current achievements that they were regarded highly, prompting a voluntary greeting.

If it were Zhao Tianxing walking in, these two White Dragon people would probably choose to ignore him, turning into aloof icebergs.

Zhang Yu, however, initiated conversation, asking, “Do you have any channels for Spirit Veins or the Spirit Realm?”

Yu Xinghan’s eyes lit up, putting down the ad he was viewing, and asked, “Thinking about renting?”

Zhang Yu nodded, “You have leads?”

Yu Xinghan chuckled, “Spirit veins are a no-go, those are quite sought after, every spot is occupied, and using them requires renting and queuing up.

I have no connections to offer you.”

Song Halong suddenly spoke from the side, “As for the spirit veins, you should look for Xiong Wenwu and Hu Yuntao.

Red Tower Pasture is the largest landlord in Songyang City.”

“Within a hundred kilometers around, there are three large spirit machine ecosystem protection areas, all operated by Red Tower Pasture.”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu nodded silently, keeping this information in mind.

Yu Xinghan added, “While I can’t help with spirit veins, I might be able to find a way for the Spirit Realm.”

The Spirit Realm, a spiritual world jointly created by the Ten Major Sects, is also considered by Zhang Yu to be similar to a virtual network world.

Because of the Spirit Realm’s special nature, it serves functions such as teaching, exams, and tempering the Dao Heart, among others.

It is said that the higher the realm in Kunxu, the greater the influence of the Spirit Realm and the more functions it has.

Master Xinghuo, as a Golden Core True Man coming from the upper layers, holds considerable assets in the Spirit Realm, even having his own Spirit Realm cave mansion, allowing him, even from the 1st layer, to occasionally spiritually travel to the upper layers of Kunxu.

For those in the lower layers of Kunxu with insufficient cultivation, especially for the poor on the 1st layer, the limitations of the Spirit Realm are great, with restrictions even on the daily number of accesses and access targets, all under strict control.

Accessing the upper layers of Kunxu’s Spirit Realm requires layer upon layer of approval.

It is evident that using the Spirit Realm to train the Dao Heart is yet another business.

At this moment, Yu Xinghan contemplated and said, “I’ll go back and ask my master, and give you a reply in some time.”

A moment later, the makeup artists belonging to the group came over.

The leading makeup artist was petite but stunningly beautiful, every part of her—the eyes, nose, ears…was perfectly proportioned, akin to a flawlessly sculpted statue.

This makeup artist said, “Hello everyone, I’m Miao Yun, your image designer for today.”

“Today’s commercial requires capturing the changes before and after you accept a pseudo-mythical muscle transformation.”

Miao Yun, a seasoned corporate workhorse with 50 years without being fired, skilled in expense reports, sidestepping blame, meetings, and making plans, held the record for the longest meeting duration at the Immortal Rhythm Group’s Songyang Branch.

With rich experience, she knew quite well that top students coming to shoot commercials often have unique personalities, so she couldn’t give them choices, but had to issue direct orders.

She said, “We’ll first make you up to look relatively thin, poor, and weak…”

Zhang Yu understood that they wanted to create a before-surgery ugly poor, after-surgery rich handsome aura.

Next, Miao Yun approached Song Halong, mentally muttering that it was troublesome, as she hated altering the image of large-bodied individuals.

It took a long time and consumed a lot of mana, yet got the same performance as with smaller ones.

“At least it’s not as big as those Body Refinement internet celebrities…”

Miao Yun recalled the last time she ruined a Body Refinement internet celebrity’s fake muscles, paying the damages to this day, and felt bitter.

“I wonder if next month’s overtime application has been approved, can’t live without it.”

Despite myriad thoughts, Miao Yun’s actions were deft and swift.

Her fingers danced across Song Halong’s body, infusing mana, causing his muscles to shrink suddenly, and even his bone structure began to change.

Particularly when Miao Yun’s fingers brushed over Song Halong’s brow and cheeks, his image and temperament transformed drastically, going from a strong small giant to a skinny weakling in an instant.

Afterward, Miao Yun rubbed her hands, clearly having exerted considerable effort on Song Halong’s resilient form.

Zhang Yu watched in slight astonishment, realizing he couldn’t fully see Miao Yun’s hand speed, evidence that the makeup artist’s capabilities far exceeded them students.

He sighed internally, truly proving corporate workhorses are stronger than high schoolers.

Seeing Song Halong’s sudden transformation, he marveled, “It’s like customizing a character.”

He also realized that Miao Yun’s flawless and exquisite appearance was likely self-crafted.

Miao Yun then moved to Yu Xinghan, pointing a finger and commenting, “Good magic resistance, but let’s tone it down now.”

Embarrassed, Yu Xinghan said, “Cross-training technique, can’t really.”

Miao Yun sighed helplessly.

Compared to large clients, the ones she dreaded more were those who practiced cross-training, the difficulty instantly changing from molding clay to shaping steel bars, causing greater wear on her hands.

She lamented inwardly, “These hands probably won’t last the year without a replacement.”

When Miao Yun approached Bai Zhenzhen, after observing her appearance for a while, she suddenly asked, “Young lady, I quite like your face shape.

Is it for sale as a face model?”

With an icy demeanor, Bai Zhenzhen replied flatly, “Do you think I’d grow up without selling my face model looking like this?”

“Indeed,” Miao Yun chuckled, “Tell me your name, and I’ll collect one.”

As an experienced makeup artist and image designer, Miao Yun always collected various face models to keep up with the latest trends; otherwise, she wouldn’t pass the company’s annual technical assessments.

In her view, Bai Zhenzhen’s face model was considered a technical reserve.

As for Song Halong and Yu Xinghan just now?

They were purely wealthy people’s faces for maintaining image or concealing personal information.