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Chapter 250: Come Out, My Backup Potential! Help Me Establish My Foundation!
Wang Zong’s voice carried an air of warmth and friendliness, but Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen couldn’t shake the creeping chill that seeped into their bones.
This guy… Zhang Yu thought, cold realization dawning. He never intended for us to spend this money freely from the start.
Even if we’d saved up months in advance to buy the Celestial Spirit Root, we’d still have had to go through him.
So… from the very moment he transferred the funds nine months ago, we’ve been bound by his approval—forced to operate under his watchful eye if we wanted to establish our foundation.
He’s been playing us all along.
No wonder he didn’t bring Zheng Shen to witness the contract. He never meant to fully honor it in the first place.
We thought it would give us more freedom… but really, it was him who remained completely unbound.
Zhang Yu suddenly understood. For the noble families of Songyang City, having Zheng Shen witness their contracts ensured enforceability. But for someone like Wang Yin—wealthy, powerful, and already dominant in the First Layer—his own influence was enough to guarantee contract compliance. Inviting Zheng Shen only added a constraint he had no intention of accepting.
And things like monitoring accounts, freezing funds—those were clearly violations. Yet Wang Yin had Zheng Shen’s backing behind the scenes, enabling him to pull off such maneuvers.
At this moment, Zhang Yu felt it—the very essence of the cultivation resources he’d painstakingly accumulated over the past nine months, all of it now clamped down hard by Wang Yin’s control.
Suppressing his fury, Zhang Yu explained, “A Zhen wanted to keep the money with me before switching bodies.”
Wang Zong waved it off. “Switching bodies? It’s not like you’re dying. Why make it so complicated?”
“I’ll guard your account’s security. Don’t worry.”
After hanging up, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen felt a crushing pressure descend upon them.
For nine months, Wang Yin had subtly manipulated them, guided them—like threading invisible chains around their souls. Now, those chains began tightening, constricting with the suffocating weight of the First Layer itself, seeking to crush them, to hold them utterly in his palm.
But the more oppressive the pressure, the more fiercely the fragmented ox in Zhang Yu’s mind stirred.
Today’s ordeal had struck like a thunderclap, shattering the silence. The beast within roared, thrashed, awakened.
And with it, Zhang Yu’s mind, muscles, and blood surged with unprecedented vitality.
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Luzhou Tower, 1111th Floor
Wang Yin hung up, eyes narrowing.
Zhang Yu… what exactly are you planning?
Thought you’d finally learned to behave.
Now it seems you’ve started playing a part in front of me.
Sudden massive transfer—trying to jumpstart foundation establishment? Planning something behind my back?
After a brief pause, he still couldn’t trust Bai Zhenzhen.
She was a promise he’d made to higher-ups. He couldn’t afford a single misstep.
He turned to Chi He outside: “Go to Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s apartment. Bring Bai Zhenzhen here.”
Chi He nodded respectfully and left.
Moments later, he arrived at the luxury apartment with a team of elite warriors.
He casually swiped his phone—door locks disengaged instantly, allowing them entry without resistance.
But after a thorough search, Chi He’s expression darkened. He called Wang Yin: “Wang Zong… Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen are gone.”
Wang Yin’s gaze sharpened. “Seal all entry and exit points of Songyang City.”
“You go after them personally. Ask for whatever support you need.”
…
On the streets
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen stared at their phones, watching the surveillance feed from their apartment’s cameras.
On screen, Chi He led the charge—cold, precise, relentless.
Bai Zhenzhen scowled. “Wang Yin’s suspicions have been confirmed.”
“They won’t find us, so now they’ll mobilize the entire city to hunt us down.”
Zhang Yu grabbed her hand and bolted toward the outskirts. “Run! They’ve got Zheng Shen backing them—they’re already tracking us.”
Bai Zhenzhen seethed. “Wang Yin’s not just monitoring and freezing accounts—he sends people after us at the slightest hint of trouble?”
Fujie interjected: “This guy’s completely different from Zhou Chichen, Zhou Yang, or even Song Xu.”
The ones you’ve faced before, at least tried to respect the rules of the First Layer.
But Wang Yin? He doesn’t just break the rules—he stomps on them. The First Layer’s laws are just paper to him.
Damn it… even the Evil God plays by the rules more than this guy does.
Zhang Yu finally understood why Kunxu strictly controlled the movement of upper-tier individuals into the lower realms.
One spoiled young lord like this? Already running amok. Imagine if more came.
What would the First Layer become?
When the rules meant nothing to such people, the simplest, most direct methods became their weapon of choice.
In that instant, Zhang Yu felt it—the shadow of Wang Yin, a monstrous presence, closing in behind him, refusing to give him even a sliver of chance.
But the more desperate the pressure, the faster his inner cultivation technique spun. The fragmented ox in his mind roared with wild anticipation.
Can’t just run. If we keep fleeing, they’ll catch us.
Zhang Yu sprinted, pressing the call button on his phone. “Deng Bingding. The deal we discussed—I’m in.”
“Do it now. Bring every available person to Songyang City.”
Deng Bingding replied: “Zheng Shen can only assist from a network level. He can’t physically intervene.”
“The external fighters we’ve hired are currently scattered across the First Layer, working overtime. It’ll take about six hours to concentrate enough force here.”
Zhang Yu clenched his jaw. He knew six hours was fast—considering the First Layer spanned over 20 million square kilometers. But in his current situation, it felt like an eternity.
“Six hours?” he muttered. “That’s too slow.”
He added: “I’m in trouble. Luzhou Group is chasing me.”
Deng Bingding frowned. Could Wang Yin have found out about our plan? Did Zhang Yu slip up? Or did someone on our side leak info?
She didn’t know—nor could she afford to wonder.
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll send the Inspection Team to cover you. Buy you time.”
“Hold on. Wait for our forces to arrive before making your move.”
Zhang Yu said: “I have a few more requests.”
The things we agreed on—now. I need them.
I need a Secret Account. Interest-Free Loan: 60 million.
And I need you to hide my trail completely.
Deng Bingding listened calmly. “The Secret Account can be set up instantly. I’ll assign protection to it.”
“But the funds… our budget’s been stretched thin lately.”
She thought of the Xinghuo Immortal, raking in massive overtime pay, and the dozens of other contractors working around the clock.
“Max I can release right now is 25 million in Interest-Free Loan. Anything more requires approval—five to ten workdays.”
Zhang Yu grimaced. Too slow.
Can’t just wait for Zheng Shen’s support. That’s suicide.
Got to find a way to establish my foundation fast. Gain real power.
Looks like it’s time to unleash every ounce of my and A Zhen’s Xian Dao potential—just to reach Celestial Spirit Root Foundation Establishment.
…
Meanwhile, Chi He led over a dozen Peak Qi Refinement cultivators, tracking Zhang Yu’s trail with relentless precision.
Dozens of surveillance snapshots, signal pings, network fingerprints—all fed into his system, guiding him closer.
Ye Manti, at the front, grinned wildly. He didn’t know what Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had done to anger Wang Zong—but the thought of finally capturing them, of redeeming himself, sent fire through his veins.
They surrounded the area based on the data—only to find nothing. The target point was empty.
Chi He frowned. “What’s going on?”
A voice echoed from Zheng Shen’s network: “Another Zheng Shen is shielding them.”
No matter. The entire city is under my eyes. They can fabricate some false data—but not all of it.
They won’t escape.
In the Divine Power Network, both sides activated their respective Zheng Shen forces. Data streams from Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen flickered—real, fake, shifting, deceptive.
But as the city’s countless surveillance systems cross-referenced each other, the trail slowly emerged—clearer, undeniable.
Just as they closed in, a squad of Songyang Inspection Team members stepped into their path.
“Routine check. Please cooperate.”
Chi He smirked. “I know your captain.”
The officer remained cold. “Please cooperate.”
Chi He said, “Then I’ll just make a quick call.”
“To Wang Zong.”
Without waiting for permission, he dialed.
The moment the word “Wang Zong” reached the Inspection Team members, they froze. Silent. Waiting.
…
In the sewer tunnels
With Deng Bingding’s Interest-Free Loan now confirmed, the Secret Account hit 25 million. But that was still far from the 58 million needed for the Celestial Spirit Root.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen ran through the dark, damp passage, fingers flying across their phones—downloading loan apps one after another.
Bai Zhenzhen’s fingers blurred. “Yu, found another one—can pull out 300k.”
Zhang Yu clicked a link. “I just got 250k from ‘Anxin Dai.’ Try it.”
Last year, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had maxed out every loan possibility—Xian Dao Potential exhausted.
But now, with the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate and Luzhou Group’s promotion, their Xian Dao Potential had skyrocketed—exploded—soared.
Now, in full sprint, their combined potential surged, pouring into Zhang Yu’s body like a river.
And the Secret Account? The balance skyrocketed—25 million → 28 million → 30 million → 40 million—closing in on the goal.
But then it stopped.
43 million.
Bai Zhenzhen stared at the number, frowning. “We’ve used every platform we can. We’re still short by at least 15 million.”
Zhang Yu’s brow furrowed. Then—his eyes snapped open.
No… there’s still one more.
You forgot—we still have our backup Xian Dao Potential.
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Bailong High School
Yu Xinghan glanced at his vibrating phone. A message from Zhang Yu:
> I am Zhang Yu, the strongest high school student in Kunxu’s First Layer. Emergency situation. Need to establish foundation. Short on funds. Lend me money. I’ll repay 1.3x.
“Madman.” Yu Xinghan muttered, shutting off the screen.
But seconds later, he dialed.
“Hey… you’re not hacked, are you?”
When he confirmed it was truly Zhang Yu—on the line, asking for a loan—Yu Xinghan hung up.
After a pause, he picked up again.
“You better be repaying 1.3x.”
That’s my hard-earned money.
…
Ziyun High School
Le Mulan read the message, stunned for a moment—then called to confirm.
As she transferred the funds, a thought struck her.
If Zhang Yu actually succeeds in foundation establishment…
Then the materials on his body become foundation elder’s materials.
The idea sent a thrill through her. She couldn’t help but smile.
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Qian Shen’s home
Qian Shen hung up, turned to his parents. “Dad, Mom… I want to lend Zhang Yu some money.”
“Worried he’ll scam us?”
“Impossible. A student below 550 points might exaggerate. But a 660+ scorer, a competition champion, a Foundation Exam winner? He wouldn’t lie.”
Investing in the strongest high schooler in the College Entrance Exam system? That’s a guaranteed win.
…
Ling Realm
Mo Tianyi sent out a mass message:
Confirmed: Zhang Yu urgently needs funds to break through foundation establishment.
Everyone, if you’ve been paid this month—lend what you can.
Zhang Yu’s the only real talent we’ve got from the underdogs. He deserves this chance.
…
Protected Zone
Xiong Wenwu, leaning against a Spirit Vein, glanced at his phone. “An An, I’ll send it. You keep your own money safe.”
An An pouted. “I just got my 2500 salary! 1.3x is 3250!”
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Temporary rental apartment
Zhao Tianxing’s mother read Zhang Yu’s message, her initial excitement fading.
Then—her son’s voice crackled from the computer nearby: “Mom, verify it’s real.”
If it’s really Zhang Yu asking for help… use the money you saved to free me. Give it to him.
I trust A Yu. He’ll repay 1.3x. We need this money.
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Corporate battlefield
Xinghuo Immortal glanced at the message in his Spirit Armor’s interface.
Lending money to build a foundation? Did Zhang Yu really clash with that Luzhou Wang Yin?
After confirming the truth, he smirked. My disciple’s got real backbone.
He reached to transfer funds—then paused.
Most of his money was already in his daughter’s account.
So he sent a message:
Loan Zhang Yu some cash.
(End of Chapter)
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