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Chapter 262: The Maimed Cow's Sacrifice – Is It a Censored Version?
Minor injuries required no treatment—this meant Zhang Yu could train without fear of harm, allowing him to endure far more intense cultivation sessions and accelerate his progress at an unprecedented pace.
More importantly, it meant he wasn’t afraid of getting injured during real combat.
Not fearing injury in battle—what kind of value did that hold?
It meant that for the same workload, Zhang Yu’s cost was far lower than others’. He could earn several times more, making it exponentially easier to surge ahead on the Dao path.
“A true combat saint body,” Xinghuo Immortal thought inwardly. “Even with equal Xian Dao potential, Zhang Yu’s inner foundation is vastly superior to his peers.”
“The deeper his cultivation, the higher his realm—medical costs only rise accordingly. Thus, Zhang Yu’s body grows even more terrifying with time.”
Xinghuo Immortal’s gaze drifted to his own Spirit Armor.
Back in the day, he’d fought without hesitation—punching Express Deliverymen, brawling with food couriers, beating up security guards… he’d taken part in every kind of battle: construction site fights, debt-collecting wars, even stamp-raping skirmishes. He’d always rushed toward the most dangerous, most profitable jobs.
But after Foundation Establishment, especially after reaching Jin Dan, Xinghuo Immortal now looked at his expensive Spirit Armor and, before every fight, would first ask himself: Will this battle damage my armor? Should I switch to a backup “slacking” set?
Like the wealthy, who owned multiple Spirit Armors—training sets, combat sets, ceremonial sets—ordinary people also had multiple sets. The poor had their “slacking” armor, durable but weak; and their “exam” armor, costly but capable of unlocking peak performance.
Otherwise, what if the precious Spirit Armor got scratched or dented? Even minor maintenance added up—money, always money.
Xinghuo Immortal mused: If, after reaching Jin Dan, Zhang Yu could refine his own flesh and blood into Spirit Armor… how terrifying would that be?
But of course, he can’t afford a custom-made set. To achieve that, he’d have to take the Alchemy path—meaning a career change…
Xinghuo Immortal glanced at Zhang Yu lying on the operating table, then chuckled softly. Am I thinking too far ahead? My disciple hasn’t even entered university yet, and I’m already planning his major switch?
But then he reconsidered. Still, better to plan early. After all, the heirs of powerful families all have their cultivation paths mapped out from childhood. Some decide on their university and major by high school, lock in their master by their first year of college, and even plot their future faction alliances before graduation.
Zhang Yu has such talent—he should be planning ahead, climbing step by step, so he won’t waste his life like I did, choosing the wrong path and wasting precious years.
Recalling Zhang Yu’s performance on the battlefield, Xinghuo Immortal’s heart stirred with quiet excitement. In just one and a half hours, he’s reached this level in Jiuxiao Yun Kong Jin…
His martial arts talent—so high, so rare—among all the people I’ve ever seen, only one or two could rival him. And those individuals? All were seeds of Yuan Ying, even Shenhua.
Gazing at Zhang Yu on the operating table, Xinghuo Immortal could almost see him in the future—under his guidance, soaring through the Dao path, earning his Ph.D., forging his Jin Dan, cultivating his Yuan Ying, standing on the podium of the Ten-School League, thanking his master, Xinghuo Immortal.
Zhang Yu, seeing the faint smile on Xinghuo Immortal’s face, asked, “Senior?”
Xinghuo Immortal snapped back to reality, looked at the healed Zhang Yu, then wiped the smile from his face, his tone regaining its solemn authority. “Your injuries are healed?”
Just as he was about to speak seriously, his Spirit Armor’s ocular interface lit up with incoming messages.
Li Xuelian: Dad, you fought so hard today—this is the peak earning time! Why aren’t you here yet?
Li Xuelian: Dad? Where are you?
Li Xuelian: Dad! Overtime! Double pay right now!
Xinghuo Immortal sighed, turning to Zhang Yu. “I have to log in some overtime. The guidance session can wait till I’m done.”
“You’ve both had a long day—rest now.”
“But remember: if Zheng Shen approaches you about rewards in a couple of days, call me immediately. I’ll handle the negotiation. If they don’t come to you, I’ll bring you to them.”
With that, Xinghuo Immortal shot into the sky like a streak of fire, vanishing into the battlefield amid a storm of vibrating phones and Jin Dan Domain warnings, his figure swallowed by a blazing inferno.
Watching him vanish, Zhang Yu turned to find Bai Zhenzhen—only to feel a sudden warmth from behind.
Bai Zhenzhen wrapped her arms around him from behind, her voice buzzing with excitement. “Yu! We won!”
“The bank account’s unlocked!”
“Yu! We can finally make it to the Top Ten together!”
Zhang Yu turned, scanning her from head to toe. “A Zhen, are you okay?”
Bai Zhenzhen shook her head, grinning. “Relax. The doctor gave me a discount—Zheng Shen covered the entire bill. I didn’t spend a single coin.”
At that moment, distant explosions echoed through the air. The battlefield kept expanding.
Zhang Yu exhaled wearily. “Let’s go home.”
After days of relentless battles, breakthroughs, cultivation, and life-or-death fights, all he wanted now was rest.
Bai Zhenzhen nodded eagerly. Having just defeated Wang Yin, she had no desire to risk another round.
But as they walked back to their apartment, they quickly realized the streets were in chaos.
Fights raged between corporate employees everywhere. Even the subway was shut down—because the transit company had joined the corporate war.
Zhang Yu activated his Foundation Establishment Domain.
[Foundation Establishment Cultivator Zhang Yu has entered within 100 meters. Please be respectful. Do not collide.]
Two pursuing cultivators saw the message, their faces paled, and they immediately fled the block.
A Luzhou Group employee hiding nearby felt a jolt of shock at the alert and scrambled away, searching for a new hiding spot.
The subcontracted personnel leading the search for Luzhou Group staff froze upon seeing the message. They stood at attention, saluting Zhang Yu as he passed, only resuming their mission once he was out of sight.
The respect wasn’t just due to Zhang Yu’s raw strength—it was because he’d defeated Wang Yin.
Wang Yin was a high-level envoy from above. Defeating him in front of so many people? That’s like spitting on the higher-ups. What kind of background could Zhang Yu possibly have?
Even if he has no background, he must’ve been handpicked by the top. Otherwise, how could he win?
Strong. Well-connected. Unapproachable. We can’t afford to mess with him.
With the Foundation Establishment Domain active, the area around Zhang Yu fell silent. Even those already fighting paused, prompted by their comrades, and withdrew.
Luzhou Group’s CEO, Chi He, had fled the moment Wang Yin fell.
Now, he was being chased by a mob.
Suddenly, the pursuit stopped.
He paused, confused. Glancing at his vibrating phone, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.
Was it because Zhang Yu passed by?
My breath was just… finally spared… because of him?
A bitter smile tugged at Chi He’s lips. He remembered Zhang Yu defeating Wang Yin—still couldn’t believe it. All he felt now was regret and sorrow.
If only I’d lent Zhang Yu money back then…
Or… I should never have taken this mission—should never have led the hunt against them…
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen returned to their apartment, immediately heading straight for the shower. After a day of blood, sweat, and grime, neither could bear the stench any longer.
Zhang Yu protested, “A Zhen, I told you I’d go first!”
Bai Zhenzhen snapped, “I’m dying here! Let’s shower together—hurry up! We’ve known each other forever. What’s there to hide? You’re always so dramatic!”
Just then, Fujie stirred awake. “What are you two doing? Did you win?”
Earlier, overwhelmed by Zheng Shen’s attention, Fujie had hidden himself, slipping into a deep sleep with a preset awakening time.
Zhang Yu replied, “…I finally finished him off with the Hurt Soul Brick.”
Fujie clapped in approval. “Perfect!”
Bai Zhenzhen added, “But the loan we borrowed? It’s due back at 1.3 times the amount. That’s a serious sum.”
Fujie waved it off. “Debt? Every Kunxu person has been in debt at some point. As long as we three live well together, that’s all that matters.”
When Zhang Yu emerged from the shower, he found Bai Zhenzhen already collapsed on the sofa, fast asleep.
Since stepping onto the cultivation path, she hadn’t slept in ages.
For the Foundation Establishment Exam, she’d been under constant pressure. Then came the relentless torment from Wang Yin—no moment of relief.
Now, after the final battle, with Wang Yin finally defeated, her body and mind finally let go.
Zhang Yu smiled softly, then lay down on the adjacent sofa, ready to rest.
But as soon as he stopped circulating his inner energy, his eyes snapped open after just a few seconds.
A chill surged through him—the Ritual Power’s cold presence.
He shook his head, sighing. “After all that fighting… I almost forgot about you. You never let up, do you?”
But as he resumed his cultivation technique, a deep sense of stability returned.
Or perhaps, the moment he stopped, his chest felt hollow—like a gnawing emptiness, a faint guilt for even thinking of slacking off.
Ah… I’ve become the very thing I once despised.
But what can I do? Kunxu… is like this.
Wang Yin’s final words echoed in his mind.
“I have to get stronger. I have to get richer.”
As he continued circulating his inner energy, he once again turned his gaze inward, to the blood-red incantation etched on the back of the maimed cow.
This time, reading it felt different.
A faint, elusive understanding stirred in his heart.
This incantation… could it complete the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique?
The technique I’ve been cultivating… was it… a censored version all along?
(End of Chapter)
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