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Chapter 220: The Turmoil in Songyang
Zhang Yu knew that ever since Fujie had regained some Evil God Energy and returned to the lower-level Evil God state of Grade 1, she had become unusually sensitive to fluctuations in network signals. After all, the Kunxu network was fundamentally a Divine Power Network, and the Evil God—being a being capable of stealing divine power—naturally possessed an acute awareness of signal disturbances.
“Is the signal bad?”
Upon hearing Fujie’s warning, Zhang Yu immediately suspected this was tied to gang warfare.
Since becoming the top-tier teacher of the Anxue Alliance, though Zhang Yu’s daily routine revolved mostly around teaching, he had still been exposed to the inner workings of gang conflicts. Especially now that Bai Zhenzhen was fighting on the front lines, having endured countless life-or-death battles against elite warriors from the Jinkē Alliance, she had returned more than once in the middle of the night, battered and wounded. Over the past two months, she’d shared many stories of these clashes with Zhang Yu.
“Gang battles, if they don’t want to alert the constables or Zheng Shen, usually take place in remote areas—sparsely populated, with poor infrastructure, and preferably no surveillance,” Zhang Yu mused, glancing at the quiet suburban road before him. This location fit the bill perfectly: isolated, unmonitored.
“Second, they’d use signal jammers—temporarily cutting off network signals.”
“But those jammers only work where Zheng Shen isn’t paying attention. They can’t last more than a few minutes, or else the Spirit Department will detect the anomaly…”
The thoughts flashed through Zhang Yu’s mind in an instant. His conclusion formed clearly: Hei Ya’s warning was right. The Jinkē Alliance has targeted me. They’re trying to strike at the Anxue Alliance by assassinating their top teacher.
Just as Zhang Yu reached that realization, four imposing figures had already silently emerged ahead and behind him, surrounding him completely.
In the cold of early December, thick white breaths plumed from their mouths with each exhale, lingering in the glow of the streetlights before slowly dissipating. As the four advanced in unison, waves of Martial Dao Intention surged forth from their cultivation, pressing relentlessly against Zhang Yu.
With each step, their muscles and bones cracked and popped like distant war drums echoing through the night. The rhythm of their breath, the force of their Dao intention, the thunderous sound of their bodies in motion—Zhang Yu sensed it all. These four were not just strong; they were forged in battle, their bodies honed through countless life-or-death struggles. All of them were veterans at the Peak Qi Refinement stage.
If this had happened half a year ago—even just two months prior—Zhang Yu’s only option would’ve been to run.
But now, his Martial Energy and Physical Strength had both reached Peak Qi Refinement. He had advanced over a dozen techniques to Level 10, including several top-tier Qi Cultivation Stage techniques. And most importantly, his Martial Dao Holy Embryo had just taken its first form.
Feeling the pressure from all four sides, Zhang Yu quietly thought: Good. Today, I’ll test the true strength of my newly formed Martial Dao Holy Embryo.
With that, he took a single step forward—meeting the two ahead.
The four warriors’ brows shot up. One silver-haired man sneered: “Oh? You’re not running?”
“No need to run,” Zhang Yu said calmly. “But you four—now’s your last chance to escape.”
The silver-haired man snorted. “Arrogant.”
They had known Ma Yunteng was formidable, but even at the peak of the Qi Cultivation stage, four against one was an overwhelming advantage.
In the next instant, the four surged forward, unleashing a storm of wind and thunder, attacking from all four directions.
The air cracked with impact as the two front attackers’ fists and feet were blocked by Zhang Yu’s crossed arms. But the two behind seized the opening, palms blazing with fierce spiritual energy, slamming into Zhang Yu’s back.
Boom!
The explosion of force sent shockwaves through the night. The silver-haired man sneered, watching Zhang Yu’s body recoil: “Now, who’s running?”
Zhang Yu didn’t respond. He focused entirely on the sensation of his Martial Dao Holy Embryo.
For the next ten seconds, he parried every strike, absorbing blows with every part of his body—his fists, ribs, shoulders, back—taking each punch, each palm strike, each blade of energy head-on.
He felt the force of their attacks, how they were first mitigated by the Copper-Plated Corpse Skin, then further dispersed by Wuxiang Yun'gang, and finally absorbed and dispersed by the refined flesh, bones, and organs enhanced by the Thunderous Marrow Cleansing Scripture, Whale Tendon Nine Changes, and Five Qi Organ Refining Technique.
Through it all, he sensed:
Bone and internal organs remained untouched—no damage at all.
Skin and tendons showed wear, but healing was already underway.
The six techniques of the Martial Dao Holy Embryo were now seamlessly linked, functioning as one. My resilience had increased by at least 60%.
My flesh and blood felt alive—blood clots expelled, wounds sealed, swelling reduced, inflammation gone, temperature lowered.
Zhang Yu calculated internally:
For blunt-force trauma like punches and kicks, my body could heal in just 1 to 2 minutes.
For cuts and stab wounds, full recovery in about 5 to 6 minutes.
This is what they mean by enhanced resilience and rapid wound healing?
At that moment, Zhang Yu finally grasped the true nature of his newly formed Martial Dao Holy Embryo.
The four attackers, however, were growing increasingly puzzled—then stunned.
The silver-haired man barked: “This man is master of multiple body-protection techniques! Ordinary martial arts won’t work. Use Specialized Martial Energy!”
In an instant, the other three abandoned their standard attacks. One unleashed waves of searing heat, another sent freezing frost surging through the air, and the third crackled with electric sparks. All three had unleashed their Specialized Martial Energy in full.
Zhang Yu, now fully aware of his Holy Embryo’s capabilities, no longer tried to absorb the blows directly. Instead, with a sudden roar, a torrent of Wuxiang Yun'gang erupted from his body, wrapping around him like a protective cocoon.
Whoosh!
The silver-haired man slashed with a blade of spiritual energy—but the strike veered wildly off course, as if caught in a deep-sea current, slicing toward his own comrade.
At the same moment, the searing punch from another warrior was pulled off its trajectory and hurled straight at the silver-haired man’s waist.
He twisted his body, twisted his sword, barely dodging the blow and deflecting his own attack.
He lunged forward again, his sword meeting Zhang Yu’s palm—but instead of meeting resistance, he felt an icy wave of energy emanating from Zhang Yu’s hand. It was his comrade’s freezing palm technique.
As the battle raged on, the four warriors grew more and more shaken. They no longer felt the advantage of numbers. Their attacks kept being redirected—into their own allies. Worse, their Specialized Martial Energy was being absorbed, channeled through Zhang Yu’s meridians, and then returned with full force.
Though they were four against one, it felt like they were fighting Zhang Yu one-on-one.
At times, they even had the eerie illusion that Zhang Yu was the one being protected, shielded by his own comrades—while they were the ones being overwhelmed.
The silver-haired man’s mind reeled: This man is mastering the art of redirecting Martial Energy—perfectly, flawlessly!
And with that body forged through relentless training, and multiple Body-Protection Techniques amplifying his defense—
The more opponents he faces, the more dominant he becomes!
Zhang Yu, on the other hand, felt exhilarated. His thoughts flowed: With the Martial Dao Holy Embryo’s support, my resilience is higher, my healing faster, and my ability to redirect force—stronger. Fighting is easier than ever.
But then—Zhang Yu sensed it. The four were pulling back.
“Oh? Only now do you want to run?”
The silver-haired man’s mind was already made up. The signal jammer’s window was short. This area was an Anxue Alliance stronghold—reinforcements would arrive soon.
We can’t take him. Stalling will only bring more trouble.
With that, he shouted: “Retreat!”
But in the next instant—Zhang Yu’s Wuxiang Yun'gang exploded outward, surging like a black abyss, transforming under the Great Sun Qi Sea’s cultivation into a bottomless void that swallowed the four whole.
The four men felt as though they had plunged into the deepest ocean. Violent spiritual energy, mimicking the movements of Beilong Fanyue Hand and the Dragon-Elephant Crushing Mountain Palm, tore at their balance, disrupting their stances.
In that moment, they realized something: although Zhang Yu was also at the Peak Qi Refinement level, the gap between peak masters was still vast.
Moments later, when Hei Ya arrived with his gang, they found the four unconscious, sprawled on the ground.
Zhang Yu stood calmly nearby, meeting their awestruck gazes.
“Hand them over to you,” he said casually. “And I should get a reward, right?”
Hei Ya hurriedly replied: “Master Ma, you defeated Jinkē Alliance elites—definitely a reward. I know you want cash. I’ll get it ready right away. You’ll have it next time you come.”
On the way back to his apartment, Zhang Yu reflected on the battle.
The Martial Dao Holy Embryo has truly transformed me.
Compared to these Peak Qi Refinement warriors, even A Zhen now, and that previous one—Ye Lingshao—they’re lightyears behind.
If I’d had this power during the last Foundation Establishment Exam… I might have stood a chance against him.
He recalled Ye Lingshao’s performance in that exam. A spark of battle lust flared within him.
One month left. I still need to earn more, train harder, and push the Martial Dao Holy Embryo even further.
And with this failed assassination, the conflict between the Anxue Alliance and the Jinkē Alliance intensified even more.
Over the next ten days, violent clashes erupted repeatedly—both sides hurling Copyright Bombs, printing and distributing pirated martial arts manuals for free. The feud had turned deadly.
Even the security forces of Shenhai Group and Xianyun Group began suffering casualties.
In the midst of this ongoing war, Le Mulan—Bai Zhenzhen—drew her name across Songyang’s Dark Tutoring Realm. She broke through enemy lines again and again, defeating enemy commanders in massive, chaotic battles of hundreds, and always retreating unscathed. Her reputation soared within the Anxue Alliance.
Because of her frequent use of Copyright Bombs and the lightning-like energy crackling around her fists, she was dubbed the Copyright Lightning of the Anxue Alliance—rumored to leave entire households ruined and even stop the cries of poor children at night.
As the chaos of gang warfare dragged on, time marched steadily toward mid-December.
(End of Chapter)
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