You dare to cultivate without money?!-Chapter 15 - 6 Freedom

"Fuck!"

Bang!

"Fuck!"

Bang!

"Fuck!"

Bang! Bang!

In the dark concrete room, accompanied by a series of low shouts and crashing sounds, Zhang Yu finally pushed his body through the intense pain and completed the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building for the second time.

He plopped down on the ground with a bang, panting heavily.

Feeling the slight tremors in his hands and feet, Zhang Yu felt like this body had reached its absolute limit, and every inch of his flesh and blood didn't want to move.

But in such a state, that chill and the voice in his mind came again.

"Please adhere to the ritual agreement, strive to fulfill your wish, do not intentionally slack off and delay, 10."

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

"I really can't continue!"

"I have to attend class tomorrow!"

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

Watching the countdown tick towards the end, Zhang Yu could only curse and staggeringly get up to continue training.

Normally, most people find it hard to push themselves to the absolute limit when training alone.

It's only under supervision and strict requirements from a master, teacher, or coach, that one can train to the limit repeatedly.

It was the same for Zhang Yu. If it were on his own, he would probably have been too tired to move after one or two rounds of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building and would have directly rested.

But the ritual power at this moment was like a devilish coach, constantly watching him and threatening him with death, urging him to train without the slightest slack.

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 Building to the tenth round!

During this time, every part of his flesh experienced pain akin to tearing, then massive pain like being pricked with needles, and finally feeling gradually numb, he even felt like his limbs were disappearing.

At the same time, every bit of mana in his body was being forced out, continuously injecting into the damaged flesh.

After these ten rounds of training, Zhang Yu felt that both his flesh and mana seemed to be completely drained, like a rag wrung a thousand times with not a drop left.

At this moment, Zhang Yu just wanted to lie on the ground, unwilling to move at all.

To his relief, the voice that had been urging him didn't sound again, seemingly deeming that he had truly exhausted all his effort and reached his limit.

During the training earlier, Zhang Yu also slightly understood the characteristics of this ritual power.

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

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

The powerful magic treasures contained artifact spirits, which were like artificial intelligence, with a certain level of wisdom, to handle various issues, and even artifact spirits strong enough possessed intelligence comparable to humans.

At this moment, confirming that the ritual power wouldn't force him to train, Zhang Yu finally relaxed his mind and felt the effect of the upgraded Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building.

Indeed, after completing the tenth round of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building, he could sense that the martial art had upgraded.

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

Many details that he hadn't noticed or didn't understand lit up like a flash of lightning in his mind at that moment.

On the Yu Shu, the original 'Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building Lv.1 (0/10)' turned into 'Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building Lv.2 (0/20).'

"I just need to practice 20 more times to raise the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building to level 3?"

"At this rate, won't I quickly push the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building to level 10?"

Zhang Yu knew that in the Qi Refining Realm, the maximum level for martial arts and Daoism techniques is level 10.

"At that time, even without acupuncture or medicine, the training effect wouldn't be any less than Bai Zhenzhen... no, it might even far surpass."

"If this continues, achieving first place in physical strength in the grade isn't impossible."

Thinking this, Zhang Yu felt inspired, and the pain all over his body seemed to lessen.

"Terrifying, my potential is truly terrifying, once awakened by the Evil God, it will soar to the skies."

With beautiful imaginations of the future, Zhang Yu, whose body was trained to the limit, gradually fell asleep and unknowingly dozed off.

He slept until five in the morning the next day and awoke instinctively, just like how he always got up at five in the past.

But today, his whole body was so sore and limp that even opening his eyes seemed to take great effort.

At this moment, although Zhang Yu was awake, he really didn't want to get out of bed, he just wanted to continue sleeping for a while longer, even if it was on the concrete floor of an unfinished building.

"Five more minutes... just five more minutes..."

But just as Zhang Yu wanted to laze around, a chill-inducing voice once again echoed from within him.

"Please adhere to the ritual agreement, strive to fulfill your wish, don't intentionally slack off and delay, 10."

"Damn it!" Zhang Yu snapped open his eyes, listening carefully to ensure the voice wasn't a hallucination, and cursed as he sat up.

At this moment, Zhang Yu suddenly realized that things might be more severe than he initially imagined.

"Anything related to studying, training, entering university, or working, anything tied to learning, training, working, or earning money to fulfill the second wish... I can't slack off even a tiny bit?"

"24-hour supervision, huh."

With a body full of fatigue and exhaustion, Zhang Yu hurriedly returned to his rental apartment.

Feeling the grease and sweat all over, he quickly paid 323.4 for the water bill and took a five-minute shower before rushing to the bus stop.

Looking up at the display screen at the bus stop, Zhang Yu thought, "The next bus arrives in ten minutes?"

Finding a pole to lean on, he thought to himself, "Rest for a while, fortunately, that damned thing isn't urging me to train right now."

But the moment Zhang Yu thought of this, he regretted it.

Because a chill surged from within him and that nightmare-like voice rang out again.

"Please adhere to the ritual agreement, strive to fulfill your wish, don't intentionally slack off and delay, 10."

"For God's sake..." Zhang Yu cursed in his heart, "Is this thing monitoring my thoughts? If I think of ways to exert myself but don't do them... it will kill me?"

So amid the repeated countdowns, Zhang Yu could only push through his exhaustion and start practicing the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Building under the gaze of people around him, some surprised, some puzzled, some admiring, some indifferent.

Ha!

Bang!

After throwing his final punch, covered in sweat, Zhang Yu once again collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

Seeing the bus approaching from the distance, he was immensely relieved, "Finally, it's here."

And surprisingly, Zhang Yu found a seat on the bus this time, further lifting his spirits.

"Finally, I can rest properly."

"Close my eyes for a bit, after all, they can't force me to train on the bus, right? Maybe just the Breathing Skill..."

The moment he thought of Breathing, Zhang Yu realized it wasn't a good sign.

"Please adhere to the ritual agreement, strive to fulfill your wish, don't intentionally slack off and delay, 10."

As expected, the countdown echoed again, forcing Zhang Yu to practice the Basic Breathing Technique while on the bus.

Practicing Breathing while riding the bus sounded simple and profitable, but even Zhang Yu, who had tried a few times before, had given up.

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

The second and most important reason was that Zhang Yu, who woke up early every day, was exhausted.

Finding a seat was rare, and he just wanted to take a short nap, unable to muster the energy for Breathing.

During previous attempts, he often became drowsy shortly after starting Breathing.

But under the compulsion of the ritual power, Zhang Yu could only try his best to practice Breathing, absorbing the spirit machine from between the heavens and earth as he fought off sleepiness.

At this time, he thoroughly understood that the situation was much more severe than he initially thought.

"This isn't ordinary 24-hour supervision; it's a continuous push to the brink of death."

"As long as this thing remains with me, all slacking, slacking off, entertainment, enjoyment, relaxation will leave me."

"No more weekends, no holidays, and my life loses all joy; every minute and second will be devoted to study, cultivation, work... until fulfilling the second wish."

Unknowingly, Zhang Yu hugged his head, "I will become a complete study machine, a workhorse, with no leisure time, a top overachiever for life... until crushed by this pressure!"

He lamented in his heart, "If my whole life is like this, then even achieving the Immortal Path and living a few hundred more years, what's the point? The more years you live, the more years you suffer."

"Oh, heavens!"

The surrounding passengers all looked at Zhang Yu, who was holding his head in anguish.

But Zhang Yu didn't care about any of this, and with the countdown of "please adhere to the ritual agreement..." sounding once more, he adjusted his posture, suppressing the sorrow in his heart, and continued with the Basic Breathing Technique.

Yet at the same time, a resolve slowly arose in Zhang Yu's heart.

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

Even though he thought of applying to a prestigious university, joining a large sect, and successfully cultivating the Immortal Path, it was hard to say how much the original memories influenced his choices, simply following the inertia of life.

Finally, at this moment, Zhang Yu had a goal, something he decided to do whatever it took to accomplish.

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That was to become powerful enough to completely remove the ritual power pressing on him.

Zhang Yu longed for... freedom!