Chapter 219: The Holy Embryo Takes Shape, Exams Looming
Early November.
As the monthly exam drew ever closer, students at Ziyun High School hurried back and forth, their voices rising in unison from the bathroom stalls—reciting lessons aloud, voices echoing through the tiled walls.
Lian Tianji glanced at the empty seat nearby and muttered to himself: "The holy-grade top student is off chasing Zhang Yu again?"
He clenched his fist, gritting his teeth. "Even stealing an hour of lunch break? How relentless."
Outside Ziyun High School, in an apartment complex, Le Mulan stood dripping with sweat after her workout, her body glistening with a translucent sheen, as if she’d just emerged from a swimming pool.
Her eyes lingered on the damp patch on the floor—her sweat mingled with Zhang Yu’s.
A flicker of hesitation crossed her face.
Then, softly, she asked: "Zhang Yu… You don’t need to take medicine anymore, do you?"
Zhang Yu stared at the data on his Feather Scroll.
After breaking through to Level 10 in Physical Strength and reaching Peak Qi Refinement, his Martial Energy—previously hovering just above 97—had finally surged to exactly 100 units.
He exhaled slowly, reflecting on a year of grueling cultivation. "Yeah… Ordinary medicine is useless to me now."
He returned to his training, diving back into his newly acquired Expert-Level Body-Refining Technique: Whale Tendon Nine Changes.
Zhang Yu’s muscles rippled and expanded, contracting with each motion, growing increasingly supple with every repetition.
As he trained, he thought: "Each level of this technique adds another layer of elasticity to my flesh and sinew. It not only allows my body to expand and reshape, but also grants incredible resilience against blunt force—punches, clubs, whatever."
Now at Level 5, Zhang Yu felt his muscles transform under pressure, hardening into something like rubber. They could now withstand blows far beyond what they once could.
"If I push this all the way to Level 10… According to the electronic manual, my body could instantly stretch to around 2.8 meters. And my flesh would become nearly invulnerable—no ordinary opponent could land a single clean hit in ten strikes."
"This 1.1 million credit technique truly is extraordinary."
Thinking of the price, Zhang Yu sighed. "In Kunxu, money really does buy power."
"And when you have money, combined with my potential… my progress speed only accelerates."
He wouldn’t have taken on Le Mulan as a sparring partner if not for the need to earn extra income. After all, his Martial Energy and body had both reached Peak Qi Refinement—most supplements were useless to him now.
Hearing Zhang Yu’s words, Le Mulan’s thoughts grew even more tangled.
Her mind drifted to her brother Le Jingchen’s earlier warning.
"You said last time you’d collect my sweat—did you?"
"That kind of clean sweat after taking medicine isn’t ordinary. It might be a new Immortal Dao technology."
"I heard from Ziyun’s headquarters in Xian Du that a powerful clan discovered a new Modification Surgery—giving a high school student metabolic capabilities far beyond their level. They’re desperate to find who developed it."
"With Songyang City’s power struggle heating up, Luzhou Group’s takeover is inevitable. If we uncover the source of this tech, it could give our family an edge."
"If you get a chance, collect some and send it to the lab for analysis."
"And remember—don’t let him know."
Le Mulan’s lips tightened. "Who would’ve thought… I was the one hesitating to collect your sweat back then. Now it’s me collecting yours."
As Zhang Yu walked toward the restroom, a thought flashed in her mind—her brother’s final words: "If you have urine or any other bodily fluid, even better."
Her cheeks flushed. She shook her head sharply, banishing the thought.
Seizing the moment, she pulled a small test tube from her bag and quickly collected the sweat pooled on the floor.
…
Time flowed swiftly as Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen continued their work and cultivation.
Two weeks passed. It was now mid-November.
Today, Zhang Yu sat at Bailong High School, training alongside Yu Xinghan.
While Yu Xinghan rested, Zhang Yu turned to his newest technique—Change Blood Technique, the fifth Expert-Level Body-Refining Technique capable of forming a Martial Dao Holy Embryo.
He sat cross-legged, his skin shifting rapidly from red to blue, veins pulsing beneath the surface as his blood surged through his body at an accelerated pace.
"This technique speeds up blood metabolism—boosts stamina, purifies flesh and blood, and delivers nutrients and energy faster throughout the body. It increases the body’s operational efficiency."
Zhang Yu could already feel the difference. His body could now sustain full-power physical output for longer periods.
"1.03 million credits is steep… I’d never afford this technique if not for my current income."
Just as he entered deep focus, Yu Xinghan, still on his phone, was processing a reimbursement request with his sister.
"Sister, I just finished class with Zhang Yu. 30,000 credits spent."
He glanced at his own 15,000 credit expense and then at the 30,000 credits Li Xuelian had just sent. A smirk curled his lips.
"Hmph. Another woman easily manipulated."
"Ah… the sensation is coming again."
He grabbed the collection vial and stood up. "Zhang Yu, keep training. I’ve got a last-minute shift."
Meanwhile, in a distant office, Li Xuelian glanced at her transaction receipt.
She sent a message to Xinghuo Immortal: "Father, Yu Xinghan spent another 100,000 credits."
"Hurry up and send more money. He’s in Grade 11 now—this is the critical time. Every penny counts."
…
Time continued to race, fueled by Yu Xinghan and Li Xuelian’s endless spending.
By late November, the scene had shifted to the cafeteria at Songyang High School.
Zhang Yu stared at a new dish on his tray—Synthetic Meat.
The texture, color, and shape were nearly indistinguishable from real meat.
He took a bite. His expression flickered with surprise. "Luzhou Group’s Synthetic Meat is insane. It tastes just like the real thing."
Bai Zhenzhen nodded enthusiastically, devouring her portion. "Cheap, delicious, and sustainable. Who’d still eat real meat now?"
Suddenly, a quiet student approached their table and placed a small bowl of Synthetic Meat down before them.
"Hey, wait—" Bai Zhenzhen started to call out, but the student was already gone.
More of the same small dishes appeared on their table—over a dozen in total.
Zhao Tianxing, sitting nearby, watched with envy—both for the food and the respect it represented.
"Ever since Bai Zhenzhen stood up for a freshman and punished that bullying senior, every first and second-year student now seeks her protection."
He recalled the rumors: Wanxing Group sealed off, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s background deeply entrenched…
"No wonder they’re called the emperors of Songyang High School."
"In this school, the underdog role no longer exists beneath them."
"And if I stay close to them, I’ll never be the target again."
After lunch, Zhang Yu climbed to the rooftop, closed his eyes, and activated the Grief Spirit Root within him, drawing in the resentment energy radiating from the school.
At this moment, he used the emotional turbulence to temper his Dao Heart.
Dao Heart: Level 7 (75.3%)
While the resentment battered his spirit, he didn’t stop. He continued circulating his Martial Energy, pushing forward with his sixth Expert-Level Body-Refining Technique—Five Qi Organ Refining Technique.
His energy flowed through distinct meridians, generating five elemental Specialized Martial Energies. These nourished his five organs, creating a symbiotic cycle that amplified their strength.
As the technique progressed, his digestion and metabolic functions grew stronger.
"Even with the High School Saint Body, my digestion and metabolism were already top-tier. But eventually, that body will be replaced. This technique will be invaluable then."
"And when I reach Level 10, I’ll be able to channel my internal organs’ power directly into my combat techniques."
"Even with the same physical strength, my explosive power will be one step ahead of others."
Suddenly, the wave of negative emotion from the resentment forced Zhang Yu to furrow his brow. He dropped all distractions, fully immersing himself in the training.
…
Time vanished in the depths of Zhang Yu’s concentration.
By early December, only one month remained until the final Foundation Establishment Exam.
Zhang Yu emerged slowly from the classroom of Anxue Alliance, greeted by reverent gazes from fellow disciples.
Hei Ya stepped forward, warning: "Master Ma, your presence has kept many elderly students from Jinkē Alliance from leaving. With Leshi Teacher’s recent victories, Jinkē Alliance is now on the defensive—its foundation is crumbling."
"But the more desperate they become, the more dangerous they’ll be. They may target you. Be cautious."
Zhang Yu nodded absently. "Mutual benefit, really. Otherwise, my income wouldn’t have skyrocketed like this."
His eyes, however, were fixed on the Feather ScrollChain Law Diagram.
Since reaching Level 10 in the Five Qi Organ Refining Technique, the Martial Dao Holy Embryo had finally completed its six core techniques—unlocking its first stage.
As he replaced each technique into the Chain Law Diagram, the old High School Saint Body vanished, replaced by:
初级 - Martial Dao Holy Embryo (6/6): Holy Embryo Formed — Immense increase in impact resistance and self-healing from injuries.
Zhang Yu thought: "Increased? No specific numbers. Guess I’ll have to test it myself."
Walking through the countryside, Fujie suddenly spoke: "Network signal’s poor."
"Someone’s coming for you."
(End of Chapter)
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