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Chapter 261: The Ripple Effect of Zhang Yu
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At the very moment Zhang Yu and Wang Yin first clashed, the Divine Power Network pulsed with tension—two Zheng Shen on opposite sides, locked in mutual restraint, yet maintaining order across the battlefield.
They sat as if divided into factions within a vast, invisible conference room, the center of which displayed the entire arena in crystalline clarity. At the heart of that vision stood the duel between Zhang Yu and Wang Yin.
Meanwhile, streams of Divine Power surged through the heavens and earth, scanning every bank account, SpellLushu, and live stream feed in real time.
Just as someone in the crowd fumbled to pull out their phone for a secret shot, their screen flashed up with a pop-up notice: Unauthorized recording—penalty imposed.
Huang Zichou snorted coldly. “Any broadcast rights? How dare you attempt piracy right under the eyes of so many Zheng Shen?”
At that moment, Mu Guiyin, standing across from him, spoke up. “Huang Zichou, are you really still worried about pirated footage? Have you thought about what happens if you lose?”
Huang Zichou shot him a sideways glance. “Old fool. I knew you were in cahoots with Ye Lingshao back then—always defending him. You’ve been backing Luzhou Group all along, haven’t you?”
Mu Guiyin flared with anger. “Don’t slander me without proof! I support whomever serves the Heavenly Court, whoever upholds Kunxu. If Luzhou Group does good, I support them. My conscience is clear.”
“Focus on what happens when Zhang Yu loses,” he continued. “Wang Yin was born a shareholder, a Level 5 believer—prodigious talent, handpicked by the higher-ups as a pioneer of reform…”
Before he could finish, the scene shifted.
Zhang Yu had already seized Wang Yin and slammed him face-first into the ground.
With a brutal flurry of strikes from the Hurt Soul Brick, Mu Guiyin’s words were cut short. The entire room fell silent. Even the seasoned Zheng Shen stared, eyes wide.
“How is this possible? What kind of background does this poor kid even have?”
“An hour and a half… and he’s already beaten Wang Yin?”
“Could this be a setup from above?”
The Zheng Shen exchanged stunned glances. Even the most experienced among them were speechless, their minds racing.
To them, Zhang Yu—a First Layer student—should never have stood a chance against Wang Yin.
The only explanation? Someone above had pulled strings.
In that instant, Zhang Yu transformed from an underdog into a figure of profound mystery.
Huang Zichou narrowed his eyes, sensing the surge in Divine Power.
“Is Wang Yin finally breaking the rules? Is he about to use a semi-automatic spell charm?”
Of course, at this point, the promise meant nothing.
But before Huang Zichou could act, Mu Guiyin leapt forward, one hand sweeping through the air.
The Divine Power Network binding Wang Yin shattered instantly.
“Dare you violate the agreement right before our eyes?” Mu Guiyin thundered. “With such conduct, I say Luzhou Group has gone too far. The reform of the First Layer must be reconsidered carefully.”
Huang Zichou smirked, ready to retort—when he felt a sudden pulse.
A charm appeared in his vision: an Affinity Charm, bearing a number.
He stared at it.
His expression shifted. Respect.
This elder truly is formidable. I have much to learn.
Deng Bingding raised a hand, silencing the murmuring crowd.
“Everyone,” she said calmly, “prepare for cleanup.”
“Luzhou Group’s mess will be our responsibility.”
“And now… it’s time to purge the First Layer.”
“This is the mandate of Wanfa Sect.”
…
At Ziyun High School, classes were still in session.
Yet, with the battle between Zhang Yu and Wang Yin unfolding live, neither teachers nor students could focus.
In the martial arts class, the teacher simply turned on the livestream and began analyzing it aloud, guiding students through every move.
“Wang Zong’s so rich! I heard his overtime pay is the highest in Songyang. I’d love to work under him after graduation.”
“He’s got such solid logic. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t realize how strong our purchasing power really is—stuff’s actually cheap!”
“He wants to open a human-raising facility? Wow, he’s not just rich… he’s kind too.”
Le Mulan listened to the whispers around her, her face expressionless.
After all, wealth equaled power, strength, superiority—this was the world she’d grown up in.
Yet, for some reason, as she watched the fight unfold, a tiny, fragile hope stirred in her chest.
Faint. Impossible. But still, she couldn’t help it.
Please… let Zhang Yu win.
Why?
Isn’t it natural for the rich to beat the poor?
Why do I wish the poor would win?
Could it be…
Her thoughts drifted.
In Wang Yin’s eyes, I’m not so different from Zhang Yu. We’re both just poor.
Is this what it feels like to be poor?
Helpless… no hope… no chance… just meat for the slaughter.
So this is what poverty feels like…
It’s so painful.
The students chattered. The teacher continued.
“Pay close attention to this match. Wang Zong’s level of power is something you won’t see in the First Layer for decades.”
“Those with the means, go home and rewatch it. The fight won’t last long—Zhang Yu will be defeated soon.”
“Your homework: write a reflection on Zhang Yu’s defeat. Analyze why he lost.”
Lian Tianji listened, his face growing paler with each word—like a gambler staring at a ruined hand.
No… no… if Zhang Yu loses… will he be able to pay back the debt?
Then, on screen, Zhang Yu hauled Wang Yin up and slammed him into the ground again and again.
Each thud echoed through the classroom. Each blow from the Hurt Soul Brick echoed in the silence.
The entire room fell still.
But their eyes—those eyes—had changed.
So… even someone as high above as Wang Yin can be defeated by a First Layer student?
Lian Tianji shot to his feet, feeling as if Zhang Yu had just shoved him forward on his cultivation path.
…
At Songyang High School, students watched the livestream in stunned silence.
When Zhang Yu raised the Hurt Soul Brick, striking Wang Yin again and again—each blow felt like a tremor in the world itself.
It wasn’t just Wang Yin’s skull that cracked.
It was their hearts.
Qian Shen watched Wang Yin collapse, motionless.
“Zhang Yu, the strongest high schooler of the First Layer under the Complete College Entrance Exam System… he even defeated a top-tier scholar from above.”
He slammed his fist onto the table.
“This proves it! The College Entrance Exam System spans across Kunxu’s layers!”
“Whoever reaches the peak within this system is truly equal to those above!”
A voice crackled from the box beside him. “Old Qian… watch it! You’ll break me!”
Qian Shen quickly apologized. “Sorry, Old Zhao. I’ll take you to the office right after. I’ll help you fill out the transfer form.”
“Don’t worry. The system is flawless. If Soul Cultivator Students are included, then this path is valid. Once you’re at Mangshan High School, study hard—your future could surpass even regular high schoolers.”
…
At Hongta High School, the demon-blooded students listened to Wang Yin’s propaganda, their expressions a storm of conflicting emotions.
Xiong Wenwu clenched his jaw.
So that’s why… the Breeding Bases in the Protected Zones are being shut down.
Luzhou Group is abandoning demon breeding… switching to human cultivation.
If so… will the future of First Layer demon-blooded people vanish?
His face darkened.
But then, he watched Zhang Yu deliver blow after blow—each one shattering Wang Yin’s spirit.
Only then did he exhale.
His phone buzzed.
An An: Wenwu, look! Zhang Yu won!
An An: Our jobs are safe now, right?
An An: Without Luzhou Group’s influence, will the Protected Zones still breed demon-blooded people?
…
Deng Bingding’s consciousness drifted through the vast, endless web of the First Layer’s Divine Power Network.
Endless streams of data flowed before her:
Online comments. Live stream pop-ups. Likes, views, shares.
Even the audio from phones and computers—recorded conversations, breaths, whispers.
From this flood of information, she sensed the shift—how the entire First Layer had changed after Zhang Yu and Wang Yin’s clash.
The rich will fall. The walls will crumble. The fallen will be devoured by the rest.
Families will rise. Others will fall.
And the students…
The common people, still in elementary school—inspired by Zhang Yu, terrified by Wang Yin—will now swear to get into high school.
Those already in high school will push harder, driven by hope.
Deng Bingding mused inwardly:
If we keep promoting Zhang Yu for the next few years… more students will be motivated.
She knew the truth—more effort wouldn’t increase the number of students who made it to high school or the Second Layer.
But still…
Their struggle won’t make them richer.
But it will make the First Layer stronger. More vibrant. More capable of supplying high-quality resources to the upper layers.
She sighed.
The ones above truly have deep plans.
Using the people’s momentum against their own schemes. A simple move, yet it shattered Youming Palace’s reform agenda and reorganized the First Layer. Peace for years to come.
…
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu had no idea of the ripples he’d caused.
He lay motionless on the operating table, surrounded by over a dozen doctors, all working frantically to heal him.
Though he’d overwhelmed Wang Yin early and claimed victory, he knew the truth: it had been a near-death struggle.
Wang Yin’s full-force attacks had shattered his body—his arm twisted and necrotic, his meridians, muscles, and bones ravaged by violent spiritual energy.
By the time he defeated Wang Yin, Zhang Yu was on the brink.
But thanks to the Martial Dao Holy Embryo, his self-healing abilities had surged.
With no further injury, his body began repairing itself.
The doctors watching were stunned.
Even Xinghuo Immortal, standing nearby, watched in quiet awe.
He sustained such damage… yet he’s healing on his own.
Even without medical care, most of his wounds would heal naturally.
A master of countless battles, Xinghuo Immortal understood the human body like no other.
And now, he saw the truth:
This boy just achieved Foundation Establishment today.
What kind of body is this? Could he truly be the legendary Martial Saint Body?
How much medical cost could this save?
(End of Chapter)
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