You dare to cultivate without money?!-Chapter 60 - 45 Ziyun Medicine
60: Chapter 45: Ziyun Medicine
60 -45: Ziyun Medicine
A sharp, piercing sound of air friction echoed in the arena.
Zhang Yu’s palm was raised high, upon it was a flying sword spinning like a helicopter’s rotor blade.
It’s decided!
Spiral Shuriken!
The next moment, his mana surged, and the spinning flying sword, resembling a huge disk, swept from low to high towards the signal boards in mid-air.
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Poor Cultivator (Click for details)
As Han Xingye focused on the display above Zhang Yu’s head, he saw a long string of text.
Poor Cultivator | Sports Specialty Student | Extremely Impoverished Population of Songyang City | Debt Slave | Card Slave | ???
After seeing the string of comments above Zhang Yu’s head through the Heavenly Eye Talisman, Han Xingye was shocked for the second time today.
“Songyang High School again?”
“Where did they recruit such talents this year?”
The front part, Poor Cultivator and Sports Specialty Student, is easy to understand, meaning nothing more than diligent and self-disciplined in cultivation, and having excellent sports skills.
The next three comments are also easy to understand, summarizing in just two words: poor people.
But it was those last three question marks that shocked Han Xingye.
“Question marks?”
“Is it a Concealing Talisman?
Disguising Talisman?”
With the Heavenly Eye Talisman able to see compositions, naturally, there would be counterbalancing means like the Concealing Talisman and Disguising Talisman.
But firstly, how could such a poor person afford talismans?
Secondly, Han Xingye had never seen anyone use a Concealing or Disguising Talisman and deliberately create such a ‘???’ effect.
Isn’t it clearly telling others they’re hiding something?
“These three question marks are so arrogant.”
Arrogance and poverty, two words that should not go together, yet Han Xingye felt them simultaneously from above Zhang Yu’s head.
So he became curious about Zhang Yu’s performance.
Then he saw the flying sword spin, rising like a disk and sweeping toward the signal boards dancing in mid-air.
Han Xingye’s gaze sharpened as he watched the high-speed spinning flying sword cause bursts of air currents, sweeping past the signal boards like a full moon.
A trace of astonishment appeared on his face.
Then he chuckled: “Haha, indeed, hitting the signal boards this way is easier.
In the shape of a disk, it only takes a few sweeps to hit all the signal boards; it compensates for the lack of experience in flying sword operation.”
80 points
Seeing this score, Han Xingye nodded slightly, then saw many students expressing dissatisfaction and beginning to complain about Zhang Yu cheating, violating rules.
Han Xingye glanced over at once.
Not worth mentioning, rare, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning
Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, rare
Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, rare, not worth mentioning
Looking at the dissatisfied students, Han Xingye curled his lips, thinking silently: “A bunch of fools.”
“To make the flying sword spin like that and still maintain control power without flying off and crashing everywhere requires an incredibly fine control of mana.”
“The design of this mana flying sword was originally to go straight; to make it spin like this requires constantly changing the rhythm of mana input every single moment.”
“This guy made up for a lot of the lack of experience in flying sword operation with powerful control over mana.”
“80 points isn’t just not high, it’s actually too low.”
“It’s probably because the judges are considering the sponsorship relations and discouraging such methods.”
Han Xingye glanced at Purple Cloud High School and Red Tower High School; indeed, none of the students from the three famous schools voiced opposition, obviously recognizing the difficulty involved.
Subsequently, during the competition, some began to try Zhang Yu’s method, but they all failed, having their flying swords flung away.
Luckily, the referee was watching them closely, so no injuries occurred.
At this point, the many opposing students gradually realized that Zhang Yu’s spinning flying sword maneuver was far from simple.
On the way back, Zhang Yu lamented in his heart: “This flying sword still doesn’t really support my operation.
Clearly, my mana could speed up the rhythm, but the frequency at which the sword sheath accepts commands has reached its limit, otherwise the score could have been higher.”
Clearly, such high-speed spinning operations had not yet reached the limits of Zhang Yu’s mana control honed through the 10th level Circulation Qi Gathering Method, but had reached the design limits of the flying sword itself, since this flying sword was not originally designed for this usage direction.
Once Zhang Yu returned to Songyang High School’s resting area, he immediately received Teacher Yan’s praise.
“Zhang Yu, you did very well, using mana control to make up for the deficiencies in flying sword operation.
That 80 points is too low.”
“As for the complaints from those ordinary high school losers, just treat them as air, pay them no mind.”
Thinking of Zhang Yu’s performance, Teacher Yan felt secretly delighted: “If in the following two rounds he could encounter projects more suitable for Zhang Yu’s performance, he might squeeze into the top ten?”
Only a top 10 total score in the mana competition entails bonuses, a real ranking, which would be useful in university interviews, and high school attention to this would differ significantly.
Thinking that if Zhang Yu could indeed squeeze into the top ten, their end-of-year bonus would surely increase, Teacher Yan’s mood became elated.
She randomly pointed at the student with the worst performance this time, saying: “Bai Zhenzhen, go get a bottle of water for Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu, don’t be nervous for the last two rounds, just perform at your normal level…”
Bai Zhenzhen widened her eyes suddenly, glanced at the snickering Zhang Yu beside her, and could only get up helplessly to go to the organizers for water.
“Wait Azhen, let me take a photo.”
“Screw you, Zhang Yu.”
Throwing the water bottle at Zhang Yu’s head, Bai Zhenzhen sat down angrily, thinking, “Damn it, should have left before the competition started.”
