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Chapter 238: Zhang Yu's Foundation Establishment Domain
As Luzhou Group’s actions unfolded, the ripple effect wasn’t confined to Songyang High School—it sent shockwaves across the entire city, spreading like wildfire through whispers and rumors.
Back at the company, Chi He, the representative of Luzhou Group, immediately connected via the corporate private network, bridging the gap between the First and Second Layers. Within moments, Wang Zong’s voice echoed through the line.
Chi He spoke with respectful deference: “Wang Zong, I’ve carried out your instructions. But Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen haven’t returned yet. I only announced the news—no funds have been transferred to them.”
Wang Zong replied coolly, “It doesn’t matter. We can wait until they come back.”
Chi He hesitated, then ventured, “But… what if they refuse to cooperate with us in the end?” He couldn’t shake the unease—launching publicity and pouring money into a project before even securing their commitment felt reckless.
Wang Zong let out a hearty laugh. “I’m giving them money, opportunity, and a future. Why wouldn’t they want to work with me?”
“There’s no person in this world money can’t reach—only how much it takes.”
“And I still have enough First Layer funds to throw around.”
“By the way, I’m coming down myself in a few days. Xian Du holds no real interest for me. But Songyang’s three Protected Zones? Now that’s something worth seeing.”
To Wang Zong, Xian Du’s 1.5 Layer and Songyang’s First Layer were all just interchangeable urban nodes—no real distinction.
What truly fascinated him were the Protected Zones: their pristine natural landscapes and rare resources, which he valued far above mere cityscapes.
Chi He quickly replied, “I’ll handle it right away.”
…
Meanwhile, news of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen continued to spread through Songyang City.
At Hongta Tower, the Dragon Director glared at the test report in his hand, sneering. “Trash. All of it—worthless trash.”
“From now on, stop collecting Zhang Yu’s seeds. Dispose of all inventory. A complete waste of time, manpower, and lab equipment.”
The memory of Zhang Yu’s past visits—begging for scraps, offering nothing but useless protein waste—filled him with disgust.
But then, his phone buzzed. A message arrived.
His expression froze. He shot to his feet.
“Where are Zhang Yu’s seeds?!” he demanded of his secretary.
“Destroyed? How could they be destroyed?!”
“Immediately retrieve them! Now! Every single one—bring them back! Not a drop must escape! You’ll crawl if you have to, but get them back!”
…
At Bailong High School, Yu Xinghan stood stunned, his face pale.
“F… This hurts worse than getting rejected in the Foundation Establishment Exam myself.”
Then came the news: Luzhou Group was donating ten million to Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.
His heart dropped.
“Come on… Zhang Yu, man… I don’t hate you for succeeding. I just don’t want to see you lose yourself over some damn certificate, becoming some corporate puppet.”
“The guy who used to go to Hongta Tower with me, shooting and working odd jobs with his own hands—that was the real you. How did you end up secretly passing the exam? And getting this much money?”
But the worst part? The thought of what Li Xuelian and Xinghuo Immortal would think.
“Damn it… How do I face my sister now?”
“Worse—how do I even look the doll in the eye?”
Meanwhile, Li Xuelian had already heard the news.
She sighed, lost in memory.
She remembered the moment a year ago—herself in the Central Tower room, rejecting Zhang Yu.
“Such a small step… one choice, and everything changed.”
She could already picture her Father Lord’s reaction—furious, distracted, possibly even punished, with his income slashed.
“For now… better not tell him. Wouldn’t want his paycheck to drop and slow down the transfers.”
…
As Songyang City erupted in frenzy over Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s breakthrough, deep in an unknown rural town, a temporary training hall stood in quiet isolation.
Here, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were quietly absorbing the fruits of their Foundation Establishment Exam.
Bai Zhenzhen hadn’t rushed into training her new Technique. Instead, she relived her final moment in the exam—the sword strike that shattered sound barriers, a peak she’d never achieved before. Only Zheng Shen’s promise of Unlimited Medical Insurance had given her the courage to unleash it.
That single strike had reshaped her understanding of martial cultivation.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu focused on mastering his newly acquired Technique—Earth Demon Returning Yuan Jue, a martial art that allowed him to absorb the Earth’s demonic magnetic energy through his foot pores simply by standing on the ground.
He’d already advanced to Level 10.
Now, even without conscious effort, he felt the endless flow of earth energy seeping into his body, replenishing his stamina. His limbs buzzed with endless power—more than enough to train for days without fatigue.
“At least within the Qi Refining Realm, this Technique makes my stamina absurdly durable.”
Next, he turned to the tenth Technique needed to complete his Martial Dao Holy Embryo—Dawei Tianzhou, which he’d purchased for 1.33 million.
“Once mastered, my body will generate a recoil force—every blow from an opponent will rebound harder on them.”
Zhang Yu reflected on his progress: Fire resistance, ice resistance, physical defense, healing, self-recovery, enhanced medicine use, toxin immunity… now add stamina recovery and damage reflection.
“I’m turning into a walking tank. The more I train, the more I feel like a goddamn fortress.”
“Is this what the Martial Dao Holy Embryo is all about? To turn a person into an unstoppable, unbreakable wall?”
Beyond these two Techniques, he also examined the digital version of his Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate.
Sure enough, it offered premium customization options—font, color, size—just pay extra.
And then, there was a feature labeled Foundation Establishment Domain.
Once activated, anyone within 100 meters would receive a text alert:
“Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate holder Zhang Yu has entered within 100 meters. Please be respectful. Do not provoke.”
Zhang Yu groaned inwardly.
“Who the hell would turn this on? Too flashy. Too much of a target.”
He glanced down at his arm, where a red cloth was wrapped tightly around it—the cloth hiding his Certificate.
Just one tug, and the proof of his achievement would be revealed.
Zhang Yu smiled.
“This is the real way—cheap, low-key, and effective.”
He already imagined the scene: ripping off the cloth, revealing the Certificate, and watching the entire world freeze in awe.
…
Meanwhile, in an office building, a wave of panic rippled through the staff.
Phones buzzed.
“Jin Dan-level Xinghuo Immortal is within 1,000 meters. He has accidentally killed four people in the past month and has paid all fines and compensation. Please exercise caution.”
Employees flinched, their faces paling. They scrambled back to their desks, hearts pounding.
Then, slowly, a figure drifted past them—his body half-fused with spirit armor, hair ablaze like fire, skin glowing like translucent crystal, eyes blazing like twin suns.
The new expert hired by the company—Xinghuo Immortal.
Sensing their fear and reverence, he smirked.
The Jin Dan Domain is perfect. Since I upgraded it, no one’s annoyed me. No one’s provoked me. No one’s died.
He thought wistfully: If only this domain worked in the Upper Layers… I wouldn’t have been forced down here.
His vision flickered with incoming messages—then paused on one:
“Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen have obtained Foundation Establishment Certificates.”
Zhang Yu?
“That’s my disciple.”
Yu Xinghan?
Sorry—someone who spent tens of millions and still failed to qualify? Not worth remembering.
“I haven’t visited him in a while. Hmm… and there’s Bai Zhenzhen too—another disciple I’ve never met.”
He wanted to rush to see them, but his schedule was packed.
“Can’t afford to take time off. I’ll visit after this week’s overtime is done.”
…
Back in the quiet town, as Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen trained in silence, a knock echoed at the door.
A voice called out: “Excuse me, I’m sorry to disturb you. Are you Mr. Zhang Yu and Miss Bai Zhenzhen?”
Both froze.
This place was over a thousand kilometers from Songyang City. How did someone find them?
With caution, the door creaked open.
A weary, poorly dressed middle-aged man stepped inside.
“I’m Tao Lin from Shengshi Entertainment,” he said. “I apologize for the sudden visit, but I’m here with something extremely important to discuss.”
“You haven’t decided on a university yet, have you?”
“I know of a school with massive potential. They’re confident they can mold you into Golden Core Immortals. I’d like to invite you to consider it.”
Shengshi Entertainment belonged to Hehuan Sect, one of the Top Ten Sects.
The school in question was Qinghe Arts Vocational College.
To secure Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, they’d not only sent agents to Songyang City but also leveraged internal channels—using leaked data from Zheng Shen—to track down the duo.
This kind of information breach—especially involving location tracking—was illegal and unethical.
Normally, corporations wouldn’t stoop to such tactics. It damaged prestige and opened doors for rivals.
But under pressure from Qinghe Arts Vocational College in the Second Layer, Shengshi Entertainment had no choice.
Yet Tao Lin knew his next move would be far worse.
Because convincing two high school prodigies—top students from the First Layer, both now holding Foundation Establishment Certificates—to enroll in a junior college?
It wasn’t just misleading.
It was outright deception.
After all, who in their right mind would skip the Top Ten Sects for a vocational school?
No, this wasn’t recruitment.
It was a lie.
And Tao Lin, for the first time, felt a pang of guilt—though not enough to stop.
(End of Chapter)
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