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Chapter 187: The Songyang Aristocracy, Zhang Yu's Threat (Request for Monthly Tickets)
Several days earlier.
Songyang High School.
Inside the school’s Meditation Chamber.
As the current Student Union President, top student in Grade 12, and a promising heir of the Zhou family, Zhou Chichen had poured immense time, effort, and money into uncovering the identity of Zhang Yu’s true patron. Yet, despite all his efforts, he found nothing.
When Zhou Chichen delivered this disappointing result, Lan Ling’s eyes flashed with cold fury. She snapped, “If you can’t find out who’s behind him, then just have someone run him down—break him in half!”
“Use Songyang City’s fastest delivery courier. Let him ‘accidentally’ hit Zhang Yu while delivering a package. Then drag out the compensation as long as possible.”
“After all, people die in delivery accidents every year. A high school student getting injured? That’s perfectly normal…”
Seeing Lan Ling’s wild, vengeful expression, Zhou Chichen sighed. “Can’t you just calm down?”
“It’s not that big a deal. He carved a mark on you, made you vomit, and now the whole school’s whispering behind our backs. So what?”
Lan Ling stared at him in disbelief. “You call that nothing? This is a disgrace! If I have to endure this, I might as well abandon my cultivation path and switch to the Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa—no more restraint, no more shame!”
Zhou Chichen shook his head. “You’ve become even more impulsive since you started that barbarian-style cultivation technique.”
“But people should control their techniques—not be controlled by them.”
“Sometimes, instead of rushing to act… it’s better to just let your mind settle.”
He pointed at his own head. “Once you truly understand it, you don’t need to spend a single coin. Isn’t that far more cost-effective?”
“For example, I was furious at the time. But can you stay angry forever? Think ahead—when you’re in college, when you’ve graduated, when you’re working… will anyone still care about this?”
“So many things feel unbearable in the moment, so important… but come back in a few years, they’re just a few passing storms.”
“Focus on your studies. Get into a good university. Your future is far brighter than that of two penniless kids.”
“Songyang City sees poor-genius prodigies every year. But how many actually make a real splash? This world is still ruled by aristocrats. It’s a world of money.”
Lan Ling cut him off, her voice sharp with frustration. “So you’re just going to let it go? President! The video of you being knocked to your knees is already spreading through the ordinary high schools! Do you even know what people are calling you and me out there? Songyang Spit King and Songyang Junior College Student!”
“Are you really going to just swallow this? You weren’t like this before!”
Zhou Chichen’s jaw twitched. He let out a wry smile. “Lan Ling… if the one who hurt you was from Class 10, Grade 11, I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d go with you right now and knock the entire class flat.”
“But Zhang Yu? For now, I can only tell you to hold back. People need to look forward, not backward.”
“Why?” Lan Ling stared at him, her voice low and piercing, as if seeing a stranger. “You’re not the kind of person who gives in. What’s changed? Facing two poor kids—tell me, why?”
Zhou Chichen’s tone remained calm. “You know Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen are both poor. So tell me—after Zhang Pianpian left, do you really think they could have grown this strong without support?”
“They’re backed by someone.”
“But we can’t find who.”
“And that’s the worst part.”
“Not being able to find them means their power is far beyond ours.”
“That’s why I’m telling you to wait.”
“We’re in our final year. Only ten months until the College Entrance Exam. It’s not worth wasting time and money on this.”
Zhou Chichen truly believed this. He’d been advising Lan Ling this way—and he intended to act on it.
But that night, a sudden visit from a family elder shattered his plan completely.
A ripple of divine energy surged through the air, and a divine projection materialized before Zhou Chichen.
Zhou Chichen’s heart skipped. A projection talisman?
The figure that appeared bore a striking resemblance to Zhou Chichen—but colder, sharper, more sinister in expression. The most striking feature was the five radiant golden characters hovering above the man’s head: Purple Gold Merit Lord.
“Purple Gold Merit Lord…” Zhou Chichen understood the weight of those words. This was the title granted to a devout follower of Zheng Shen Faith who had spent over a billion yuan annually, elevating their faith rank to a staggering level 3.
And to have this title permanently displayed—visible to all, even when one closed their eyes—was one of the exclusive privileges of a Purple Gold Merit Lord.
Seeing the figure before him, Zhou Chichen instantly stood, bowing respectfully. “Uncle.”
Before him stood Zhou Yang, a senior of the Zhou family.
Zhou Yang didn’t oversee the family’s corpse trade. Instead, he’d joined Wanxing Group and risen to a high executive position. Songyang High School was part of the Wanxing Education Group.
This was typical of Songyang’s aristocratic families—members scattered across major corporations, their interests deeply intertwined, forming the backbone of local business operations.
Standing before Zhou Yang, Zhou Chichen felt the weight of his so-called brilliance—top student, Student Union President—crumble into insignificance.
After all, Wanxing Group had only a handful of high-ranking executives in Songyang. But every year, new prodigies emerged from the high schools.
Zhou Yang looked at him, then raised a finger. A spell formed instantly in the air, manifesting as a sound barrier that sealed off the entire chamber.
Zhou Chichen watched, inwardly sighing. At this level of faith rank—even in projection, one can still wield spells with such ease. To most people, this power feels like divine authority.
Zhou Yang spoke, voice calm and distant. “There’s something the family needs you to do.”
Zhou Chichen stiffened slightly. A dark premonition stirred in his chest.
Zhou Yang ignored his reaction. “Put pressure on Zhang Yu. Since you have a personal grudge and conflicting interests, do it under your own name—don’t use the family’s name.”
“Zhang Yu?” Zhou Chichen blinked, surprised. He hadn’t expected this.
Zhou Yang continued. “Be careful with the timing. We don’t want him dead. We want him trapped—pushed to the brink, forced to beg for help.”
Zhou Chichen’s eyes narrowed. “Forcing Zhang Yu to seek help… does that mean the family wants to target whoever’s behind him?”
Zhou Yang didn’t answer. “Just do as we say. Bring Zhang Yu down. The rest is none of your concern.”
Zhou Chichen exhaled silently. The depth of this situation was beyond comprehension.
At this moment, he felt like a pawn on a board—Zhang Yu and himself, both pawns. The real players were the one behind Zhang Yu… and the Zhou family itself.
Though the Zhou family ranked lower among the Sixteen Songyang Aristocratic Clans, Zhou Chichen knew exactly how monstrous such a system truly was.
And now, this monstrous entity was turning its gaze on Zhang Yu’s patron.
That meant Zhang Yu’s backing was no small threat.
Yet here they were—caught in the storm between two titans. One misstep, and both would be crushed into dust.
Zhou Chichen sighed inwardly. But he knew, after all the family’s support, he could never defy their orders.
He nodded. “I understand.”
Zhou Yang’s projection slowly faded, leaving only his voice echoing in the chamber.
“Don’t worry. Whether it’s people or money, the family will back you fully.”
“Go ahead. Zhou Chichen.”
…
Meanwhile, on the 333rd floor of Central Tower, in an apartment suite.
Zhou Yang lay in a hospital bed, his lower body gone. Only his torso remained, connected to tubes and monitors, gazing silently at the city skyline below.
He thought to himself: A new Evil God incident has emerged. The Inspection Team has finally reached beyond their usual bounds.
Ever since the Evil God had slipped up at Songyang High School, every major figure in the school, Wanxing Group, and even the Zhou family had been under surveillance. They’d been forced to lie low, hiding their use of Evil God energy.
Yes—Evil God. That was the very force that had first enabled the Zhou family’s rise.
It was also what allowed them, through generations of careful cultivation, to dominate Songyang City’s corpse trade, infiltrate corporations, and become one of the Sixteen Aristocratic Clans.
Yet, for generations, the Zhou family had been cautious with their use of Evil God energy—only seeking to harness its power to strengthen themselves.
Thus, their ancestors had established strict rules.
For instance: any Zhou family member who performed the Evil God Ritual was forbidden from entering the Second Layer. This was to prevent the Ritual’s power from being exposed, and to stop the Evil God’s influence from spreading upward.
That’s why, throughout history, every Zhou family member destined for university had never undergone the Ritual. They’d never even known of the Evil God’s existence.
Gazing at the glittering city below, Zhou Yang’s mind swam with visions—waves of pressure, the relentless tide of change.
He recalled the rise and fall of past aristocratic families. Each one marked a shift in the times.
Wealth accumulated. The clans spread their reach into every industry.
But as the tides of time turned, the advancement of Immortal Dao Technology had reduced the number of top-tier clans in Songyang.
The fallen clans became nourishment—feeding the survivors, making them stronger, accumulating ever-greater power.
Yet, who among them didn’t dream of remaining forever atop the city’s sky, watching the thousands below toil, generation after generation, feeding their family’s legacy?
Zhou Yang thought: To keep the Zhou family standing at the peak of Songyang… to survive this era’s upheaval… the most urgent task is to gain greater control over Evil God energy.
Zhang Yu… never thought a spare organ would become the key to an Evil God Cultist.
Too bad Zhou Tianyi was such a fool. If that operation had succeeded, we wouldn’t have had to wait so long.
As for Zhang Yu himself? Zhou Yang didn’t care. One thought, and he could erase the boy in a thousand ways.
What mattered was the Evil God behind him.
He wouldn’t kill Zhang Yu.
Instead, he’d use Zhou Chichen’s name to relentlessly pressure him—driving him into a corner, forcing him to contact the Evil God for help.
And then… the trail would lead straight to the source.
(End of Chapter)
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