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Chapter 224: The Power of the Divine Spirit Root
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Just as Zhang Yu and Ye Lingshao activated their Divine Spirit Root Combat Suits, Huang Zichou continued, “During today’s three exams, all medications are unrestricted.”
“After all, whether physical resilience is compromised by drug use—whether potential or foundational strength is damaged—these are all part of today’s evaluation criteria.”
With that, the ground around them trembled slightly. Rising from the floor were rows of medicine cabinets, now floating before Zhang Yu and Ye Lingshao, stocked with various types of pharmaceuticals.
Huang Zichou added, “You may take any of these medicines freely.”
“Of course, if you’ve brought your own, you’re welcome to use them as well.”
Internally, Huang Zichou thought: Good thing this round only left these two. With the fees collected today, I should actually turn a profit instead of breaking even.
Zhang Yu’s eyes gleamed at the sight of the medicine cabinets. Though his Martial Energy and Physical Strength had already reached their peak, his Dao Heart still had room to grow—thanks to medicine.
Recalling the past three months of frugal living, where he’d poured every coin into techniques, and how long it had been since he’d eaten medicine to the point of fullness, Zhang Yu now stared at the cabinets with a hunger that bordered on desperation.
At the same time, Huang Zichou began explaining the Divine Spirit Roots they wore:
“The Divine Spirit Root you’re using today is called Xuanjia Linggen—mass-produced for military combat applications.”
“Replenishing Martial Energy and stamina is merely its most basic function.”
“Now, the Xuanjia Linggen will enter official testing mode.”
“During this phase, the stronger your physical performance, the higher the power output of the suit will rise.”
“Though extra features have been disabled, the core system remains intact. As power increases, new capabilities will unlock one by one. You may notice some unusual phenomena—don’t panic.”
Listening to this, Zhang Yu thought: This sounds… almost like a product demonstration.
Just as he was absorbing Huang Zichou’s words, a massive explosion echoed through the arena. A shockwave erupted from Ye Lingshao’s body.
Zhang Yu effortlessly slapped the wave aside and turned to look at Ye Lingshao.
The scene before him was striking: Ye Lingshao’s entire body was thrumming with violent energy, the air around him visibly warped. On his sleeve, the power display had already climbed to 10%.
Huang Zichou smiled faintly. “Quick learner. The testing mode of the Xuanjia Linggen is all about increasing the body’s operational power.”
“Every time you exert yourself, every time you push your body to its limit, the more the suit responds.”
Ye Lingshao’s rapid understanding came from his lineage. As the heir of the Ye family, he wasn’t unfamiliar with Divine Spirit Roots. Though a high school student with no official access, he knew many within government circles who did. He’d seen the suits in action since childhood, and knew exactly how the testing mode worked.
In truth, he hadn’t been standing still—he’d been tensing every muscle, circulating blood and energy through his body in precise coordination. And it had worked: the suit’s power had surged.
Huang Zichou continued: “Once the Xuanjia Linggen reaches 10% power, it can activate the Lingji Force Field—transmitting physical force through Spirit Energy to strike targets at a distance.”
He nodded toward Ye Lingshao. “Demonstrate it.”
Ye Lingshao obeyed. Without any visible Martial Energy, he simply slapped forward with his palm.
The blow felt ordinary—yet as Spirit Energy surged through the air, it unleashed a shockwave like an air cannon. The force rippled outward, dissipating only after traveling dozens of meters.
Zhang Yu watched, inwardly muttering: Damn… this is starting to sound like an ad.
Huang Zichou urged, “Continue. Remember—under test mode, the only way to boost efficiency is to push your body to its absolute limits.”
On the other side, Ye Lingshao released his tight control over his muscles. His body instantly swelled, transforming into a towering, miniature giant. Blood surged through his veins, radiating intense heat waves.
The power gauge on his sleeve skyrocketed—from 10% to 18.12% in an instant.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu did nothing. Instead, he calmly walked toward the medicine cabinets, selecting pills to enhance his Dao Heart.
In Zheng Shen’s communication network, Huang Zichou reviewed the results from the previous round. “Is this kid giving up? Just planning to pig out on medicine?”
Another Zheng Shen replied, “Judging from last round, the difference in cultivation time between them is real. If he lacks confidence, it’s understandable. After all, he still has another chance next year.”
In the audience stands, the “Crying-Laughing Emoji” remarked, “Mom, is Ye Lingshao’s opponent quitting?”
The “Smiling Emoji” replied casually, “Ye Lingshao’s the strongest first-layer high schooler. It’s normal for the opponent to give up.”
On the opposite end of the stands, a spectator wearing a Cat Head avatar sneered, “No fight, no risk? Even with talent, Wanfa University won’t take someone like that.”
Beside him, a Wanfa University representative with a Husky Head avatar chuckled. “You finance majors can afford to be picky. But our civil engineering department welcomes exactly this kind of student.”
“Besides, haven’t you checked the records? They’re a year apart. I’m actually rooting for Zhang Yu—he’ll pass the Foundation Establishment Certificate next time. He could one day move mountains, build palaces in the sky, or even repair Kunxu.”
The Cat Head scoffed, eyes fixed on Ye Lingshao. “His talent is undeniable… but his Xian Dao Potential is still lacking. Not good enough for our finance department.”
The Husky Head replied, “You’re too demanding. He’s already from one of the top families in the first layer. You’re still dissatisfied with his Xian Dao Potential? Who in the first layer even has enough?”
The Cat Head raised his chin. “The finance department is one of Wanfa’s strongest. We don’t accept just anyone.”
“Besides, we haven’t admitted a first-layer student in over fifty years. If the dean hadn’t personally assigned me to observe, would I even be here?”
The Husky Head just smiled. He knew the finance department prized Xian Dao Potential above all. Their students were arrogant, looking down on everyone else—except perhaps a few other elite departments at Wanfa. To them, other departments were little more than janitors, laborers, or servants.
After all, even within the same university, the gap between departments was like a mountain range. The finance department’s restroom? Probably smelled better than the entire dormitory of the civil engineering department.
Just then, the Cat Head suddenly said, “Old Dog, want to place a bet? I’m betting Ye Lingshao wins.”
The Husky Head sighed. “I don’t gamble.”
At that moment, most eyes were fixed on Ye Lingshao.
But Zhang Yu, standing before the medicine cabinets, suddenly let out a laugh.
“Hahahaha! These Zheng Shen aren’t cutting corners—these are all the high-end medicines I usually can’t afford!”
Though there were no top-tier items like the Daojie Sustained-Release Capsule, Martial Energy Meridian Injector, or Fangfeng Functional Essence, the collection still included premium-grade pharmaceuticals. Zhang Yu’s excitement grew with every bottle he picked up.
Grabbing a single vial worth tens of thousands, he downed it in one gulp. Instantly, a wave of cool energy surged through his organs, flooding upward into his crown.
In moments, his mind felt like it had been wound tighter—thoughts sharpened, his cultivation method accelerated, and the mental image of the fragmented ox grew clearer and more vivid.
Suddenly, a bright light erupted from the arena.
Zhang Yu turned to see Ye Lingshao enveloped in a radiant aura—a circular force field shielding him from head to toe.
On his sleeve, the power display now read 30.05%.
Huang Zichou announced, “Once the Xuanjia Linggen reaches above 30%, it can activate the First-Layer Xuanjia Fa Zhao—generating a protective barrier from Martial Energy, capable of shrugging off all threats below military-grade.”
At the same time, strange patterns began emerging beneath Ye Lingshao’s skin—shifting into dragon scale-like formations. This was the 10th-tier Expert-Level Technique: Datianlong Shenli.
Then, his tendons expanded, his skin darkened to a deep blue-black—activating the 10th-tier Body-Protection Technique: Xiangmo Chanjin Bian.
As each technique flared to life, the suit’s power surged. Within seconds, it broke past the 40% threshold.
Ye Lingshao glanced toward Zhang Yu, who was still eating medicine.
Still not starting? Did he really give up?
A dull sense of boredom crept in. After three months of meticulous preparation, to have his opponent surrender so easily felt… anticlimactic.
Then, a faint twinge of pain shot through Zhang Yu’s skull.
He knew—he’d hit his limit.
8th Rank (89.5%) → 8th Rank (89.6%)
“Oh? My Dao Heart just increased again.”
Zhang Yu wiped his mouth, patted his stomach.
Seven parts full should be enough. Today’s medicine intake is done.
He set down the bottle and walked slowly back to the center of the arena. With each step, his muscles and bones vibrated with subtle resonance.
This was Zhang Yu’s simple warm-up—activating every fiber of his body, preparing his entire form for battle.
And as he moved, the Xuanjia Linggen’s power began to rise—slowly, steadily, like a flame igniting in the dark.
(End of Chapter)
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