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Chapter 214: The Most Profitable Path in the Dark Tutoring Realm
Zhang Yu stared at the newly purchased Grief Fermenting Technique on his phone, flipping through its pages with growing fascination. This top-tier Expert-Level Cultivation Technique had plummeted in price due to its requirement of resentment energy during cultivation—making it a bargain for Zhang Yu, who’d acquired it for 500,000 yuan.
After carefully reviewing the text, he decided to begin practicing immediately. He reached up to touch the employee badge hanging from his chest, its surface etched with the words “Line Staff” in bold. The badge pulsed faintly, drawing in the restless resentment energy swirling through the air.
This badge-like object was none other than the External Spiritual Root—the Grief Spirit Root—sent by Zhou Chichen. Its design as a badge was reportedly optimal for storing resentment energy. As Zhang Yu channeled his Martial Energy into the root, the world around him shifted in an instant.
The serene, tranquil atmosphere of Songyang High School—once peaceful and bright—now appeared to him as a nightmare. Thick black vapors rose into the sky, writhing and churning like living things. Within them, distorted, agonized faces screamed silently, their mouths open in endless, ghostly howls.
“This is resentment?” Zhang Yu thought.
He knew resentment was the lingering residue of human negative emotions—commonly found in cemeteries, schools, and companies. But schools and offices, teeming with living people, generated far more resentment than cemeteries. Though cemetery resentment was purer and older—making it more valuable—school-level resentment, while less refined, was far more abundant.
Zhang Yu mused: “According to Fujie, if a family buried enough ancestral relics deep enough, their tomb could generate enough resentment to become a profitable cultivation site just by renting it out monthly.”
“Ah… ‘A family with an elder is like having a treasure.’ But the original Zhang Yu? His ancestors didn’t even have enough to buy a tomb—let alone afford burial fees.”
He controlled the Grief Spirit Root, drawing in a deep breath. Instantly, thin threads of resentment flooded into his nostrils and mouth. A storm of fury, humiliation, regret, and despair surged through his mind—raw, unfiltered emotions erupting from countless underachievers drowning in academic pressure, failure, and ridicule.
Zhang Yu immediately activated the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, suppressing the emotional onslaught. Then, following the Grief Fermenting Technique’s method, he began refining the resentment, stripping away emotional residue and purifying it into a sharp, concentrated savage energy. The next step was to mimic the process of corpse refining, using this energy to harden his flesh—eventually forging a body of iron-like skin, a copper-armored corpse hide.
After several minutes of intense focus, Zhang Yu staggered to a stop, his chest tingling with a faint chill. He sighed inwardly: “If I followed this at a normal pace, it’d take a year or more to make real progress.”
“But thanks to the Feather Scroll, I can accelerate this.”
He looked up at the scroll. The Grief Fermenting Technique’s level had risen from 0 (0/1) to 1 (2/10). The ultimate effect of the High School Saint Body was clear: every cultivation session now delivered the equivalent of three normal ones. This was the foundation of his confidence—his ability to rapidly advance his Martial Dao Holy Embryo within the next three months.
Ten minutes passed. With each cycle of the technique, lightning struck within his mind. Flashes of vision—residual anger forging his chest skin—flickered through his thoughts. Beneath his flesh, something stirred, growing like a living membrane, wrapping tightly around his torso.
“Grief Fermenting Technique—Level 1 achieved.”
Zhang Yu closed his eyes, recalling the sensations. “Each level refines a different part of the body. By Level 10, I’ll have a full copper-armored corpse hide—a second skin, like an inner armor, drastically enhancing my defense.”
After a few moments of quiet assessment, he resumed training. Time slipped away as he pushed forward, determined to reach Level 10.
Before long, the school day ended. Night fell.
Above, 999 silver needles pulsed with crackling electric arcs, piercing Bai Zhenzhen’s body at precise points. As she activated the Leiji True Body, the electricity danced along the needles, stimulating every nerve and muscle.
She felt it—her physical strength was rising. But more astonishing was the renewal of her nervous system, long stagnant, now regrowing like a tree revived after winter. Under the Xuanlei Lightning Acupuncture Set, her body was becoming more sensitive, more precise, more attuned.
Where once the Leiji True Body was merely a second-rate Expert-Level Body-Refining Technique, now—enhanced by Zhen Linggen’s calculations, infused with Thunder Martial Energy, and supported by the lightning acupuncture set—it had become a top-tier, elite technique.
Suddenly, the electric arcs dimmed.
A voice echoed from the needle case: “Power low. Please recharge.”
The needles retracted. Bai Zhenzhen turned to Zhang Yu. “Yuzi, ready to go to the Anxue Alliance?”
Zhang Yu slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of crimson shadow passing through them. After a full day of training, he had advanced the Grief Fermenting Technique to Level 8 (15/90). His entire body—except his face—felt as though a second layer of skin had formed beneath the surface. Normally invisible, this membrane activated only when he tensed his muscles, hardening like iron.
Fujie, watching closely, gasped at the sight of the fine, web-like patterns now visible on Zhang Yu’s exposed arms. “This guy’s progress is insane!”
“In just one day… he’s almost at mastery.”
“It’s because his potential was unlocked again. His talent has become terrifying.”
“Heh heh… good, good. Once he passes the High School Foundation Establishment Certificate, ascends to the Second Layer—then it’s sky high for birds, sea wide for fish.”
Zhang Yu stood, stretching his stiff, dry skin. “Let’s go.”
Before leaving, Bai Zhenzhen returned the Xuanlei Lightning Acupuncture Set to recharge.
Outside the school, the two vanished into motion, shifting their forms, altering their appearances—then vanished into the night, speeding toward the Anxue Alliance’s base.
…
When Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen arrived at the compound’s perimeter, posing as the private tutors Ma Yunteng and Le Mulan, they froze in shock.
The once-quiet campus now blazed with light. Security teams from Xianyun Group moved in and out, assisted by law enforcers, dragging out Anxue Alliance members one by one.
One disheveled, bruised instructor wailed: “I’m telling you—I’ve never been here before! It’s my first time!”
A nearby officer sneered: “Your family knows what you’re doing?”
The man sobbed: “It’s got nothing to do with them! They trust me! They don’t know I’d do this!”
“I just… lost my mind. Wanted quick money. Thought one or two sessions wouldn’t matter…”
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry to my parents. They raised me not to be a criminal!”
“Please… I’ve got nothing left to pay…”
Another veteran officer grunted: “These people in the Dark Tutoring Realm? All identities, names, motives—fabricated. Every word they say is a lie. Don’t believe a single one. You’ll learn soon enough.”
Zhang Yu, hidden in the shadows, whispered: “The Anxue Alliance… was wiped out?”
Bai Zhenzhen sighed. “Now what? Find another gang and start over?”
Fujie interjected: “You still have that contact—the middleman from Anxue Alliance. The one named Hei Ya.”
“Reach out to him.”
“Anxue Alliance isn’t small. One base raided doesn’t mean the entire organization is gone.”
Zhang Yu remembered. In the Kunshen World app, he’d added the contact—Hei Ya.
He opened the app, and within moments, connected.
After a brief exchange, Zhang Yu learned the truth: Songyang City’s Dark Tutoring Realm was in turmoil. The war between the Anxue Alliance and Jinkē Alliance had escalated—stolen curricula, burned textbooks, assassinated star teachers, and exposed tutoring dens. All signs pointed to a deeper conflict.
And Zhang Yu knew: the two gangs were backed by Shenhai Education Group and Xianyun Education Group.
“If these two factions are fighting so fiercely… does that mean the real battle between Shenhai Group and Xianyun Group has finally erupted?”
For some reason, Zhang Yu felt a growing unease. Ever since the year began, the city’s corporations had exuded a strange urgency—an escalating intensity in competition.
He pushed those thoughts aside. Focus on the present.
“According to Hei Ya,” Zhang Yu said, “the constant bloodshed has decimated Anxue Alliance’s top instructors. Now, they’re desperately recruiting powerful cultivators—either to teach or to fight.”
Bai Zhenzhen turned to him. “What kind of classes are hot right now? Can I make real money with what I know?”
“I mean… just tutoring high schoolers or construction workers? It’s not fast enough.”
Zhang Yu asked Hei Ya. The reply came in the form of a dynamic poster.
On it, a group of silver-haired elders trained with fierce determination. One, vibrant and sharp-eyed, declared:
“I’m 90 years old. I’ve got elders to care for, children to support. This is the prime time to fight and strive.”
“I want to take my 130-year-old parents to a pre-made meal. I want to enroll my 60-year-old son in a prep course. I want to rent a subway-side underground apartment for my 30-year-old grandson. I want my 5-year-old great-granddaughter to get into a top kindergarten.”
“How can I stop now? How can I let myself be replaced in the workplace?”
“Back in history, a 100-year-old chancellor reclaimed a lost empire. A 500-year-old demon achieved human form. A 1,000-year-old elder married an immortal.”
The elder clenched his fist, fire in his eyes: “Strive! It’s never too late, no matter your age!”
(End of Chapter)
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