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Chapter 190: Hidden Fangs, Waiting for the Right Moment
Inside the training ground of Songyang High School.
Zhou Chichen took a deep breath, and the chilling aura around him gradually dissipated, his Shuangtian Freezing Aura Field receding slowly.
Before him, Lan Ling shivered violently, her face still pale and blue from the freezing assault. As her blood and qi surged through her body, warmth began to return, easing the worst of the numbness. Yet, despite the pain, a sly smile curled on her lips.
“President,” she said, excitement in her voice, “you finally went all out. And you even called in the Zhou family’s support, didn’t you?”
To Lan Ling, Zhou Chichen’s ability to command such influence from the Zhou clan meant his status within the family was far greater than she had originally thought.
She continued, eyes gleaming, “Why not finish it now? Just get rid of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen—expel them both once and for all…”
Watching her enthusiasm, Zhou Chichen silently thought: Lan Ling… if you were my opponent… how perfect would that be?
He wouldn’t agree. Not yet. According to Zhou Yang’s orders, his task was not to crush Zhang Yu outright—but to slowly suffocate him, tightening the noose just enough to make breathing difficult, but never so tight that the victim died too soon.
The real challenge, he mused, is stepping on someone’s neck… without breaking it.
Now, push him into the dead end of martial arts class.
Let him get hooked on addictive drugs through physical education.
Crush his after-school time with Daoist remedial classes—time he needs to earn money and train.
Zhou Chichen could already picture it: Zhang Yu, starved for time, starved for energy, slowly losing ground in both strength and grades.
After all, even in the immortal realm, skill decay follows the same rule as any other craft—lack of practice leads not just to stagnation, but to regression.
Muscles and bones weaken without training.
Martial Energy dwindles with reduced breathing and cultivation.
Dao Heart, starved of focus, begins to doubt itself, to question its path—until it collapses.
And if he runs out of money? Then no medicine.
And when he’s been dependent on drugs for so long… suddenly cut off? His decline will be brutal.
Zhou Chichen knew Zhang Yu wouldn’t make the Top Ten universities. But even among the non-Top Ten schools, the differences were vast.
No. 36 Upper School. 72 Lower Schools. And all those scattered junior colleges—each one a world apart.
Imagine watching your potential sink from No. 36 Upper School… all the way down to a second-rate junior college.
He couldn’t quite imagine the despair, but he could guess it would be crushing.
He’d seen it before—countless times. Songyang High School was no stranger to brilliant underprivileged students broken by bullying, their grades spiraling downward.
For a Key High School student, a drop in performance wasn’t just academic—it was existential.
He remembered Shuang Youpeng, his classmate from the same year, who had once been the top of their grade—only to watch his numbers fall, one by one, until he cracked.
Zhang Yu was stronger, smarter, more talented. But without his connections, he was just another target—only slightly more difficult to break than Shuang Youpeng.
And then, once Zhang Yu grew dependent on the Kuanglong Elixir… the moment supply stopped… Zhou Chichen could already picture the panic in his eyes.
If that fails… lure him into gambling. Or set up a scam—some pig-sticking scheme.
And Bai Zhenzhen? Even if she refuses to betray Zhang Yu now, the growing disparity in how they’re treated will eventually poison their bond.
Zhou Chichen had seen enough poor kids reduced to broken shells—broken not by physical pain, but by the slow erosion of hope. And in his eyes, human nature didn’t change, no matter the level of talent.
What if Zhang Yu keeps failing… while Bai Zhenzhen stays untouched?
When the friend you trusted most turns out to be just as willing to abandon you in the dark? That kind of betrayal… can kill a man faster than any blade.
Zhou Chichen sighed inwardly. With the power of the Zhou family at his disposal, dragging a poor student into ruin was child’s play.
His real dilemma? Fear of retaliation.
Because as Zhou Yang had said: Let Zhang Yu be pushed until he has no choice but to beg for help.
Zhou Chichen thought, I need to protect myself. I need a way out.
Just then, Lan Ling’s voice snapped him back.
“President? President?”
She stared at him, eyes bright. “Did you hear me? Let’s just get rid of them—once and for all.”
Though his mind raced through the strategy again in an instant, he knew he couldn’t explain any of it to her. Especially not the part about Zhou Yang’s orders—about making Zhang Yu reach out for help on his own, under Zhou Chichen’s name.
So after a pause, Zhou Chichen spoke softly, “Rather than expelling them… let them stay. Let them suffer slowly, right here in school.”
Lan Ling’s eyes lit up. A grin spread across her face. “Exactly! You’re the mastermind, President. Let’s drag this out.”
Watching her, so eager, so convinced, Zhou Chichen felt a pang of melancholy.
If every third-year student in Songyang City were like you… I’d be guaranteed a spot in the Top Ten.
…
Meanwhile, at the front gate of Songyang High School.
Zhang Yu scowled, his mind still reeling from four straight hours of relentless exams. As he spotted Bai Zhenzhen, she pulled out her phone and sent a message:
Bai Zhenzhen: Be careful. Someone’s watching us.
Zhang Yu’s brow furrowed deeper. Then, activating his Detection Ritual, he confirmed it—cameras. Watching.
He replied:
Zhang Yu: Try to lose them.
In an instant, both of them surged forward—blurring through the air with a sharp whoosh, vanishing into the distance.
But no matter how fast they ran, how sharply they turned, how many detours they took, the shadow behind them never faded.
Even after diving into the subway, emerging moments later—there it was again. The tracking presence.
Bai Zhenzhen pulled out her phone and typed:
Bai Zhenzhen: They’re strong. Whoever’s tailing us… they’re at least a Peak Qi Refinement master—someone who’s been refining for years.
She recounted what happened when she tried to find Zhou Chichen—how she’d been repelled by a security guard named Zhou Hao.
Bai Zhenzhen: The one following us now… likely the same type. Probably specialized in surveillance, stalking, and hidden observation.
Zhang Yu understood. If they were being watched, they couldn’t go to the Dark Tutoring Realm to earn money. And they couldn’t reach An An in the Protected Zone to use the Spirit Vein for cultivation.
As he pondered his next move, Fujie’s voice echoed in their minds.
Fujie: For now… just hold on.
Bai Zhenzhen shot back:
Bai Zhenzhen: Zhou Chichen is slowly crushing our training and income. Are we just supposed to sit here and die?
Fujie stared at Zhang Yu’s phone screen, reading the message.
She continued, calm but firm:
“Back when we took down Huo Shan and Song Xu, we succeeded because we had the advantage of information. We knew things they didn’t.”
“But this time? Zhou Chichen and the Zhou family have been watching you, tracking you, gathering intel. Every move you make gives them more data. The bigger your actions, the more exposed you become.”
“And what do you have? Almost nothing. You don’t know Zhou Chichen’s endgame. You don’t know what he’s capable of. You don’t even know how deep his resources go.”
“On top of that, their power and influence dwarf yours. In my experience… when the odds are this stacked against you, any rash move, any blind retaliation… ends in disaster.”
She sighed.
“So… just wait. Hold your ground.”
“Life isn’t always about fighting the strongest. Sometimes, you meet an enemy you can’t beat right now. And the only way forward is to hide.”
“Stay calm. Stay still. Use this time to grow stronger. Watch. Learn. Find their weakness. And wait—wait for the moment when you can strike back.”
“And honestly? You can afford to wait.”
“Because the methods they’re using? They’re not truly hurting you. In some ways… they’re even helping.”
“Your own talents. Your potential. The Ritual Power I’ve given you—those are your advantages. That’s your information edge. Use it. Lean into it. That’s how you survive. That’s how you win.”
…
From then on, Zhang Yu resumed the life of a typical Key High School prodigy—shuttling between school and his apartment, following a strict routine of class and home.
In general education class, he and Bai Zhenzhen quietly practiced their inner alchemy, circulating Spirit Energy, inch by inch, refining their Dao Heart and Martial Energy.
…
In physical education, under Lin Hui’s watchful eye, Zhang Yu inhaled the Kuanglong Preparation in one breath. The explosive power surged through his body, and he immediately began cultivating Chisui Hunyuanqi.
On the other side, Bai Zhenzhen was lit with crackling electric arcs. After ingesting the Dragon-Elephant Preparation, she channeled the drug’s energy, her thunderous Martial Energy, and the Zhen Linggen technique—pushing her Leiji True Body cultivation to unprecedented speed.
Especially after unlocking her latent potential, the thunderous Martial Energy surged like lightning through her veins—making her progress nothing short of miraculous. Combined with the Zhen Linggen, her progress accelerated daily.
And whenever she could slip away, she’d duck into the restroom, sipping from a charging power bank, boosting her physical cultivation even further.
Fortunately, her body had already shown faint electric glimmers during her original training. Now, with the added surge of thunderous energy, it still looked natural—enough to pass unnoticed.
(End of Chapter)
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