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Chapter 218: Bomb the Cemetery
As the gang elders in the meeting room were still bickering over who should be the new Golden Teacher, the bald elder suddenly cut in:
“Enough arguing. Just look at Xiao Ma’s class—take a good look.”
It turned out that while the elders had been arguing, Zhang Yu—during his trial lesson in the classroom—had demonstrated his Chunqiu Wujin Chan mastery by having every senior in the class hand him a personal medication.
Ten different types, brands, and potencies—capsules, pills, injectables—were all consumed by Zhang Yu in one breath.
Thanks to the power of Chunqiu Wujin Chan and the High School Saint Body, Zhang Yu rapidly digested and absorbed the full medicinal effects. He bore the toxic byproducts and side effects effortlessly, showing no signs of strain.
Seeing Zhang Yu remain completely composed afterward, the elderly instructors in the classroom grew increasingly impressed.
In the meeting room, the bald elder nodded approvingly. “Xiao Ma’s got star power, he’s got real strength, he can teach genuine skills and deliver emotional value. He’s the obvious choice for Golden Teacher.”
Though some elders still wanted to back their own candidates—Yao Teacher and Bai Teacher—they had nothing left to say.
These elders had operated in the Dark Tutoring Realm for years. They knew well that a great teacher didn’t always mean a successful one. But Zhang Yu? He had the Xian Du name, the hype, and the undeniable skill. His future enrollment numbers were bound to skyrocket.
“Then it’s settled—Xiao Ma.”
“Let’s start building buzz before the course launches.”
“Jinkē Alliance is poaching our senior market, right? Perfect—let’s push Xiao Ma’s class head-on against them. We’ll crush them in the arena.”
Meanwhile, Ci Teacher, Yao Teacher, and Bai Teacher stood outside the trial classroom, listening to Zhang Yu’s lecture. Their expressions were stunned.
If the Xian Du reputation had only stirred curiosity and doubt, what followed—Zhang Yu’s display of Chunqiu Wujin Chan—left them utterly speechless.
Yao Teacher thought to herself: He just consumed so many conflicting, incompatible drugs… His body’s capacity is terrifying. His metabolism must surpass all three of us combined.
Ci Teacher and Bai Teacher exchanged a glance, then shook their heads helplessly. With the Xian Du name and such a solid skill set, they knew their chances of winning the Golden Teacher spot were gone.
After the trial ended, Zhang Yu left the classroom amid the elders’ reluctant goodbyes.
But when he stepped out, Ci Teacher and the others were already gone. Only Hei Ya remained, smiling as he said:
“Master Ma, the elders have decided. You’ll be taking over the Golden Teacher position and leading the senior class.”
He then discussed salary and benefits with Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu did a quick calculation: five classes per week, roughly 250,000 after-tax income weekly—around one million per month.
Hei Ya added cautiously:
“At first, it might seem low. After all, you’re just starting out.”
“But if your classes perform well, and with the gang’s promotion efforts, your hours and student count will grow. You could easily earn two or even three million a month.”
Fujie smirked silently: He’s painting you a dream, but the commission he’s offering is actually generous.
Probably heard you mention the Xian Du name and didn’t want you to walk away over a small number.
Zhang Yu thought: The Xian Du identity really comes in handy—great for selling to students, and great for asking for higher pay.
Though he’d only once dreamed of being a Xian Du Elder in the Illusory Realm, the saying went: One Xian Du dream, a lifetime of Xian Du feeling. He’d already decided—Ma Yunteng would be his true identity from now on.
With the Golden Teacher job secured, Zhang Yu thought of Bai Zhenzhen’s upcoming gang mission.
I hope A Zhen makes it through tomorrow…
The next day arrived in a flash.
At the remote outskirts of Songyang City, Bai Zhenzhen stood with a group of others.
Before them loomed a towering, broad-shouldered man with dark skin and a tattoo of the character “Xue” (Study) across his face. His eyes were cold.
“This is Jinkē Alliance’s doing,” he said. “They’ve stolen our curriculum, attacked our Golden Teachers, and teamed up with Xianyun Group to seal off our campus.”
“So this time, we strike back. We’re joining forces with Shenhai Group’s security team to launch a full assault on Jinkē Alliance’s largest teaching site—right here.”
He pointed to the cemetery before them.
On the surface, it was just a burial ground. But beneath lay Jinkē Alliance’s instructors. Students came to pay respects, offering cash donations, and were then allowed to descend into the underground tomb complex to attend classes.
Despite multiple reports, nothing had ever changed—until now.
Bai Zhenzhen listened as the man rallied the troops. Inside, she thought with dread: Damn it… I’m thrown into a full-scale battle right off the bat?
Then the man spoke again:
“To wipe out every last scum from Jinkē Alliance, we’re deploying the Copyright Bomb.”
“Once activated, Shenhai Group’s security will move in immediately—surrounding and capturing all Jinkē Alliance members.”
Bai Zhenzhen frowned. What the hell is a Copyright Bomb?
The man pulled out a black cube.
“This is the gang’s custom-made Copyright Bomb. Once triggered, it emits expert-level cultivation techniques at 120 decibels, with a range of over one kilometer.”
Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes widened. What the hell… are they planning a terrorist attack?!
The man continued:
“The underground structure is too complex, so we’ll send our elite operatives in with the bomb.”
“Now, we’ll draw lots to select the team.”
Bai Zhenzhen felt her face go stiff. So the “elite operatives” are just us—randomly selected from this group?
A few moments later, the man clapped her on the shoulder.
“Xiao Le, once you plant the bomb, the security team will rush in behind you. They’ll sweep the entire area and arrest everyone.”
Bai Zhenzhen asked, voice tight: “If I hear the techniques… will I get arrested too?”
The man smiled reassuringly:
“Don’t worry. Just stay inside and work hard. The gang will cover your legal fees and get you out fast.”
“After a few years of hard labor, you’ll be a big brother. Your pay will match the Golden Teachers’ level.”
A man nearby sneered at her. “You scared? If you’re scared, I’ll take your spot.”
Others turned to look. Eyes gleamed. They all wanted the chance.
For them, serving a few years inside could mean freedom—and a lifetime of status. It was their only shot.
Bai Zhenzhen stared at them, then smiled faintly.
Damn it… hanging around Yu has made me too comfortable. I’d forgotten—this is how the poor rise. You don’t get ahead by waiting. You grab every chance you get.
She turned to the man, licked her lips, and said:
“If I plant the bomb and escape before the security team arrives… can the gang give me the money they were going to spend on my legal fees?”
The man raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“Before they even move in? If you really pull that off, I’ll personally approve it. The 500,000 will go straight into your account.”
“And once you’re out, you’ll lead a small unit. 800,000 base salary per month.”
Half an hour later, a thunderous, earth-shaking voice erupted from deep within the cemetery—like hundreds of voices chanting cultivation techniques in unison.
Seconds later, a lightning bolt split the night sky, striking the cemetery gate with a blinding flash.
A voice screamed: “Don’t let him get away!”
From the forest outside, Shenhai Group’s security team surged forward in a blur of motion.
In the flash of lightning, Bai Zhenzhen’s nervous system lit up, transmitting every sensation at superhuman speed. Her perception slowed the world around her.
Inside, her legs exploded with power, her heart pounded like a drum, and lightning-like Martial Energy surged from her core—Zhen Linggen piercing through every vein, making every movement precise, every motion explosive.
Her body screamed: Faster! Faster! Faster!
Outside, shouts faded behind her. The security team closed in from all sides, but she was already outpacing them.
The cemetery gate began to shut. A line of guards blocked her path—slow, uncoordinated, poorly timed.
In her vision, they were a mess of weaknesses—no teamwork, no timing.
A blink. A step. A twist. She dodged, weaved, and vanished—leaping through the gate.
To the guards, it was just a streak of light. One moment she was there, the next—gone.
Hours later, the man stared at Bai Zhenzhen in awe.
“Fast as thunder, swift as lightning. Your footwork is so incredible, you should be delivering food. What made you join a gang?”
“Fast money,” she said. “Just send the cash.”
As the 500,000 appeared in her account, she smiled.
Now Yu’s a Golden Teacher, and I’ve made it in the gang too.
The final Foundation Establishment Exam… I’ll win it.
As Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen began raking in wealth within Anxue Alliance, their strength surged once more.
Time flew by—through work, training, and relentless effort—until the third and final round of the Foundation Establishment Exam, scheduled for January next year, drew ever closer.
(End of Chapter)
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