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Chapter 155: Ling Realm Cultivation, the Emergence of the Poor Alliance
Just as Zhang Yu was deep in his calculations, his face suddenly flushed. "A Zhen," he said, "you're running—just run properly. Can you stop shaking so much?"
Bai Zhenzhen snapped, "Ugh, stop whining! How else am I supposed to run fast? I’m not even using shock absorption!"
Zhang Yu sighed. "Then can you at least tone down the electricity? It’s making me uncomfortable."
Bai Zhenzhen scoffed. "What kind of Lightning Step is it if it doesn’t crackle with lightning? You’ve got such a high Physical Strength Level—what’s a little shock to you?"
After a few seconds of silence, Bai Zhenzhen assumed he’d given up. But then her expression twisted with disgust. "You little bastard… you really ought to get sterilized."
She felt like she was driving her brand-new car with a buddy, only for him to suddenly blurt out he couldn’t hold it in—he was about to poop all over the interior.
"I’m warning you," she said. "If you mess around on my back, I’ll personally perform the surgery today."
"Believe me, I don’t want to!" Zhang Yu groaned. "I told you not to shake, not to zap me—this is all your fault!"
Watching the two from a distance, Fujie thought to herself:
Bai Zhenzhen’s meeting Zhang Yu has allowed her Spirit Root to rapidly evolve under the nourishment of Zhang Yu’s 10-level techniques—this is pure luck.
But on the flip side, Zhang Yu’s meeting Bai Zhenzhen—gaining her assistance and her insights in cultivation—is just as fortunate.
Zhang Yu accelerates Bai Zhenzhen’s growth, and she, in turn, strengthens Zhang Yu.
And now, they’ve found me… that’s luck upon luck.
Fate is truly damn strange.
I have a feeling…
This might be the most important investment of my life.
This time… I might actually be about to make it big.
…
Time flew by, and it was already the next afternoon.
Today was the day Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, and Yu Xinghan had agreed to head into the Ling Realm for Dao Heart tutoring.
In the cafeteria of Songyang High School, Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, Qian Shen, and Zhao Tianxing were eating together.
Around them, students kept glancing at the four with a mix of awe and nervousness.
"Did you hear? The Monthly Exam results are out. A teacher said Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s data have already reached senior year levels."
"Monsters… no wonder they could force the Student Union President to kneel."
"Kneel? They made him vomit on the spot! Check out my video."
"Your video’s reversed, isn’t it?"
"Then watch this—look at the Student Union cadre’s chest. It’s carved with the words ‘Diploma Student’."
"I used to think Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were nice people… turns out they’re ruthless."
"High scorers are all like that."
"Whatever. If I were them, I’d be even harsher. Otherwise, what’s the point of getting such high marks? True geniuses should humiliate the weak! Blame the Student Union—should’ve studied harder themselves."
As rumors spread, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were increasingly seen as school tyrants—standing at the very top of Songyang High’s social hierarchy, practically the emperors of Songyang.
Meanwhile, Qian Shen, ranked third, and Zhao Tianxing, eighth, were regarded by others as elite scholars—like generals guarding the throne of the Songyang Emperors, always by Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s side.
Their table had become a feast for the top-tier freshmen, radiating an invisible pressure so intense that students felt inferior and dared not approach.
Just then, another group entered the cafeteria—led by He Dayou, the fourth-ranked student in the first year.
Though He Dayou had also become a Purple One, the special surgical transplant from his earlier training program had caused his muscles to adapt to Super Metabolism’s speed unevenly. His body was a patchwork of deep and light purple—like segmented rings.
In Zhang Yu’s words, He Dayou now looked like a purple scampi.
But his strength was undeniable. As the son of a school director, he still held fourth place and had recently become the new Deputy President of the Student Union.
When he saw Zhang Yu’s table, He Dayou paused slightly.
As a school director’s son, his first challenge after becoming Deputy President was how to deal with Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.
“Giving up on the competition means they’ve truly abandoned any hope of making the Top Ten.”
“So we’re no longer rivals.”
“As for conflicts of interest or old grudges… if any exist, they’re with Zhou Chichen and Lan Ling, not me.”
“I don’t need to fight these poor kids. We’re on completely different tracks now. If I make the Top Ten, they’ll see me like an ant gazing up at the sky.”
He gave a quiet instruction to a nearby student, who soon brought four plates of Demon Beast Meat—supplemented with nutrient-rich ingredients—to Zhang Yu’s table.
After a brief nod to the group, He Dayou turned and headed up to the second floor of the cafeteria.
But inside, his mind was already clouded with doubt.
Can I still make the Top Ten?
Songyang High is pulling further ahead of the three major schools.
Is there still any chance for me in this year’s Top Ten?
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen finished their meal, returned to their apartment, donned their Spiritual Interface Masks, and prepared for the tutoring session they’d promised Yu Xinghan.
The mask had been borrowed from Yu Xinghan himself.
With the mask on and the URL entered, the world before them shimmered—then vanished.
…
Ling Realm.
Before Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen stood a building that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky.
They stood at its base, watching as countless figures flowed in and out of the entrance.
Yet these people were translucent, like ghosts—passing through one another, overlapping without a trace of disruption.
"This is the public area of the Ling Realm," Bai Zhenzhen said. "I’ve never been here before."
Zhang Yu nodded silently. This is getting more and more like a virtual world.
They had participated in the Ling Realm’s Illusory Realm before—but those were simple exam environments, like game stages, meant to be completed and then closed.
But this place—where Yu Xinghan had invited them—was the Ling Realm’s public domain.
Like a website on the internet, always online, always open to visitors.
Still, access wasn’t free. They’d paid Yu Xinghan for temporary permissions—only those with the right connections could enter.
At that moment, Yu Xinghan materialized beside them.
"You’re here. Let’s go in."
"This is the Xianyun Group’s Way-Seeking Hall—a tutoring institution built within the Ling Realm."
"Of course, the Ling Realm is expensive, and access is strictly controlled. It operates on a reservation and referral system."
"But even so, with clients from the entire Kunxu First Layer, the foot traffic remains consistently high."
As Yu Xinghan spoke, the three stepped through the entrance.
The moment they crossed the threshold, the world shifted. Light flickered, and they were instantly transported to a floor deep within the building.
Yu Xinghan continued: "This place primarily offers Dao Heart and martial arts tutoring."
"After all, Dao Heart can be refined in the Ling Realm, while martial arts training across various simulated environments yields valuable experience. But Martial Energy and the physical body still require gradual accumulation in the material world."
"There are many ways to refine Dao Heart," he said. "For example, experiencing the lives of great masters—walking the paths they once walked—can help one inch closer to their Dao Heart."
"Extreme suffering can also stimulate Dao Heart growth."
"But those methods either carry massive side effects or take too long."
"The best approach is to design customized scenarios tailored to each cultivator’s unique technique."
As he spoke, Yu Xinghan led them smoothly through the corridors toward a classroom.
"I’ve rented a Dao Heart refinement space here. We’ll use it together this time."
"By the way, what techniques are you two refining? I’ll need to set up the parameters in advance…"
…
Meanwhile, outside the Way-Seeking Hall, a shadowy figure stood motionless, monitoring all who entered.
Suddenly, Mo Tianyi’s voice echoed in his ear.
"Boss, Zhang Yu’s inside."
"Can you see what they’re doing?"
"I’ve only been here a short time—give me a moment…"
After a pause, Mo Tianyi reported: "Got them. They’re using a Dao Heart refinement classroom with Yu Xinghan—training together."
The figure asked, "Can three people share a Dao Heart Refinement Classroom?"
Mo Tianyi explained: "Theoretically, yes. The classroom is essentially a scenario tailored to a cultivator’s inner path—designed to push them to the absolute limit in refining their Dao Heart."
"Three people using it together would generate a shared environment that adapts to all three of their cultivation methods."
The figure remained calm. "Show me what’s happening."
"Right away."
Moments later, a scene unfolded before the figure’s eyes.
A stormy sky loomed over a factory, its machines roaring at full capacity.
Outside, striking workers were protesting, while security guards formed a human wall to block them.
Suddenly, a guard wielding a long staff charged into the crowd, clashing fiercely with workers at the peak of cultivation.
"Yu Xinghan?" The figure frowned. "What’s he cultivating now?"
Mo Tianyi replied, "The Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture. So they’ve assigned him a battlefield of extreme intensity—tasked with representing a company that refuses to lose a single cent, fighting against workers on the brink of bankruptcy."
The figure nodded slowly. "Indeed… a battlefield of life or death."
(End of Chapter)
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