No Money To Cultivate Immortality? Chapter 210: Block the Wanxing Group - Novel Cool

Chapter 210: Block the Wanxing Group

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Outside the Wanxing Group headquarters building,一道道 divine-force-formed warning Light Screens hung in midair, shimmering with an ominous glow. They sealed every entrance and exit, wrapping the entire skyscraper in an impenetrable barrier.

Inside the security department, all personnel—including the head of security—had been gathered into the central hall, now under the watchful eyes of two armed members from the Inspection Team. Though over a hundred security staff remained on-site, not a single one dared to act out. The two inspectors, confident in their combined strength—two military-grade flying swords and their own divine prowess—knew they could easily hold hundreds in check.

But then, the employees began to stir.

"Stop moving!" one of the armed guards barked.

"Stay still! If you don’t, I’ll launch my sword!"

At that moment, one employee pointed upward at a countdown timer displayed on the ceiling. "Sir! We’ve been away from our posts too long—we’ll get docked pay!"

Another groaned, "If this keeps up, I’ll have to borrow money just to show up for work again!"

A third asked, voice trembling, "If I get pierced by a flying sword… will they pay for it?"

Panic spread. Everyone clamored to return to their desks.

Just then, the head of security raised his hands, calming the crowd. "Don’t worry, everyone. The company understands. During this investigation, all of you will be treated as having taken unpaid leave. No work hours will be counted, no performance evaluations will be made. You can make up the lost time with overtime later."

Hearing that they were officially off-duty for the investigation, the staff collectively exhaled in relief.

Yue Jincheng stood among them, scanning the floating Light Screens outside the floor-to-ceiling windows—glowing warnings suspended in the air like spectral barriers.

What in the world happened? he thought, stunned. Why is the entire building sealed off like this?

Could it be tax evasion?

Is Wanxing Group about to collapse?

To him, only a scandal of monumental scale—something that would draw the attention of Zheng Shen himself—could justify such a massive lockdown.

The thought of losing his job sent a chill through him.

Then, he heard voices ahead. Turning, he saw the security chief—just moments ago the man who’d kicked him—now bowing deeply to one of the armed inspectors.

"Sir," the chief said, voice trembling with deference, "our relationship with the Songyang City Inspection Corps has always been strong. For years, we’ve collaborated on copyright enforcement."

"May I ask—what exactly is being investigated? Is there anything we can assist with?"

The inspector merely gave him a cold, dismissive glance—no reply.

But the second guard spoke up. "Don’t bother. Even we don’t know what this operation is about. You certainly don’t."

The first guard narrowed his eyes. "Don’t speak unnecessarily."

Then, turning to the security chief, he said coldly, "Go back to your place. Someone will come to question you soon."

Frustrated and unable to extract any information, the chief returned to the crowd, his face etched with unease.

What could it be? he wondered. Did we illegally copy someone else’s technique? Or smuggle forbidden materials from another city?

The sheer scale of the operation made him certain something catastrophic had happened—something that had reached the highest levels.

Still, he tried to comfort himself. It can’t be us. It’s always some top-level executive trying to boost profits at any cost.

Moments later, a ripple of divine light descended from above. Huang Zichou’s holographic form materialized before them.

His gaze swept across the room, and instantly, a torrent of data flooded his mind via the network—personal records, work logs, access histories, and more.

At the sight of a Ninth-Rank Gongcao Minor Deity appearing in person, every employee stiffened. All bowed in unison, paying their respects as if before a god.

Yue Jincheng’s pulse quickened.

Zheng Shen himself is here? he thought. So it really is a tax evasion case? But what does this have to do with us in security?

At that moment, Huang Zichou locked eyes on Yue Jincheng and Si Zhouru.

"You two," he said, voice calm but edged with authority, "come with me. I have questions for you."

Yue Jincheng and Si Zhouru exchanged a glance, both stunned.

They followed Huang Zichou’s projection into an adjacent office, their minds racing.

What could we possibly have done to draw Zheng Shen’s attention? Yue Jincheng thought. We’ve only been tracking Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen lately. Nothing else.

Could it be about Zhang Yu?

But just two students—how could that trigger such a response?

He glanced at the warning Light Screens outside, then shook his head. No way. That’s too much for a simple case.

Si Zhouru felt the same unease—like they’d stumbled into something far bigger than they’d ever imagined.

But Huang Zichou’s next words shattered their hopes.

"How long have you been monitoring Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen?"

Yue Jincheng blinked. "I don’t understand your meaning."

Huang Zichou smirked coldly. With a flick of his finger, a Light Screen flared to life beside him—showing footage of Yue Jincheng and Si Zhouru, disguised in different appearances, riding the subway into the Protected Zone and touring the Breeding Base.

"Despite your constant changes in appearance," Huang Zichou said, voice flat, "your payment records don’t lie."

"Trying to deny it won’t help. And don’t think Wanxing Group can protect you."

A wave of divine energy surged forward, like a crushing tide, pinning both men against the wall.

Huang Zichou added, voice dripping with menace, "This matter has escalated beyond belief. It’s already caught the eye of a Sixth-Rank Upper Deity. One misstep, and the entire Wanxing Group could be wiped out."

Yue Jincheng and Si Zhouru stared in horror.

Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen—two penniless students—how could they attract a Sixth-Rank Zheng Shen?

Huang Zichou waited. When neither man reached for any talismans or defensive charms, he sighed inwardly. Honestly… can’t even use an Affinity Charm? What kind of employees do these companies hire these days?

As the investigation unfolded, Wanxing Group’s operations ground to a halt. Every second brought massive losses.

Shareholders, executives, board members—all scrambled to use their connections to uncover what was happening. But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t learn the true reason behind Zheng Shen’s intervention.

Even when they approached other divine officials—or directly inquired with Zheng Shen—they received nothing. The secrecy was unprecedented.

Yet, they did gather clues from the information being collected, the people being interrogated.

Zhang Yu? Bai Zhenzhen? Who are they? Why is Zheng Shen fixated on them?

Could this entire crisis be tied to them?

As news spread, Songyang City’s various factions began to take notice.

Yun Ni, one of the city’s many Inspection Team captains, quickly learned fragments of the truth.

Was it the Foundation Establishment Exam? she mused, recalling the suspicious timing of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s recent absences.

But the Zhou family wouldn’t dare meddle in something that big, would they?

No… this is more likely a Sixth-Rank Zheng Shen seizing an opportunity to carve a piece out of Wanxing Group—and the Zhou family’s influence.

What role do Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen play in all this?

Even if there’s a pretext like the Foundation Establishment Exam, one incident shouldn’t draw a Sixth-Rank deity’s attention… unless they’re backed by someone even more powerful.

Like Zhang Pianpian?

The more she thought, the more she realized: Zhang Pianpian, Zhang Yu, and Bai Zhenzhen—each of them was now shrouded in mystery.

She also predicted the fallout.

Zheng Shen will inevitably dig into Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s case. And in doing so, he’ll defend them—unavoidably.

To outsiders, it’ll look like a Sixth-Rank Zheng Shen stepping in to protect two students, bleeding Wanxing Group and the Zhou family dry.

But to those who know the truth—those aware of the Foundation Establishment Exam—once they dig deep, they’ll suspect Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were candidates. But right now, they’ll stay silent. They’ll guard the secret.

If anyone asks, they’ll just say, “Zhang Yu’s got Zheng Shen’s backing—big connections.” That’s the only safe answer. It keeps the exam’s existence hidden.

Then she thought of the Zhou family.

They’ll do everything they can to distance themselves. They’ll claim this was just a routine security matter—no investigation into the exam.

So the real test isn’t just about proving innocence… it’s about feeding the visiting Zheng Shen, and seeing how much Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen are willing to demand in return.

The Zhou family’s already moving on two fronts.

…

At Songyang High School, Zhou Chichen sat in his Meditation Chamber, calmly inhaling and exhaling, refining his Spirit Energy into Martial Energy.

But his mind kept drifting back to Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.

The company struck first. They took those two straight to the station.

How powerless we all are against corporate power…

Just then, his phone buzzed.

He hesitated—didn’t want to break his cultivation—but the vibrations persisted.

Reluctantly, he picked it up.

His breath caught.

Father?

As one of many sons, Zhou Chichen rarely received messages from his father. The name on the screen felt like a bomb detonating in his chest.

Wanxing Group sealed by Zheng Shen?

The family’s under investigation by the Spirit Department?

Sixth-Rank Zheng Shen?

Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s patron?

His father’s final message still echoed in his mind: Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen… their protector is a Sixth-Rank Zheng Shen?

No wonder they rose so fast. No wonder they acted so fearless.

And it’s not just them… that Zheng Shen might be behind Zhang Pianpian too.

For a moment, everything clicked into place. The pieces fell into order.

Then came the fear—fear of being dragged into a war far beyond his reach.

At that instant, Zhou Hao—recently in charge of campus security—entered the chamber.

"I can’t say this over the phone," he said, "so my father asked me to tell you personally."

"He knows this was your uncle’s decision. You had no part in it."

"But since they’ve been caught red-handed, you’ll need to take certain steps… to help manage the fallout."

(End of Chapter)

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