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Chapter 268: The Zhou Family's Evil God – Final Sprint Before the College Entrance Exam
Inside the vast Zhou Family estate, patrols of the Inspection Team crisscrossed the grounds like a swarm of ants. The entire mansion had been ransacked from top to bottom. Each Zhou Family member led away, their faces pale, hearts hollow with despair.
“Zhou Yang’s gone mad! This has nothing to do with us!”
“We didn’t collude with the Luzhou Group!”
“Where’s your captain? I know your captain!”
Zhang Yu stood silently by, watching the scene unfold. A mix of awe and unease stirred within him.
“I wonder if the Inspection Team will uncover the Evil God behind the Zhou Family… or if they’ll drag me and A Zhen into this mess.”
It seemed the Zhou Yang had hidden his connection to the Evil God so well that after a thorough search, the Inspection Team found no trace of it—only a secret hideout belonging to Zhou Yang.
Deep within the Songyang City Sewer System, Yun Ni stared at the underground complex before them.
“This was Zhou Yang’s private sanctuary—financed and built in secret. If not for this full sweep of his personal belongings, we’d never have found it…”
With a thunderous crack, the Inspection Team blasted open the sealed entrance.
The team surged forward, beginning their search. Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen followed Yun Ni to the very core, where they found a labyrinth of coiled wires, ancient artifacts, and iron chains winding around each other. At the center stood a single hard drive.
Zhang Yu’s eyes widened.
Fujie’s voice echoed instantly in his mind:
“It’s a Ritual… a Ritual capable of suppressing an Evil God!”
“Zhou Yang actually imprisoned his Evil God right here?”
“Damn… this bastard really has no fear.”
Yun Ni circled the hard drive, frowning. “This… looks like a Ritual.”
Fujie urged:
“Zhang Yu! Touch the hard drive. I’ll pull the Evil God into me.”
“If these Inspection Team members take it, and if that thing knows about us… we’re in deep trouble.”
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen first activated their Detection Ritual, scanning the area for hidden cameras. Once they confirmed the camera locations and angles…
They exchanged a glance.
Then Bai Zhenzhen pointed toward a corner. “What’s that? It just moved!”
As everyone turned to look, Zhang Yu activated Shican Modong’s time-slowing ability. The world around him slowed to a crawl.
Every expression, every glance, every motion—clear as crystal in his vision. Even the camera angles were now fully calculable.
In that split-second window, while no one was looking, and the camera couldn’t record it, Zhang Yu gently placed his palm on the hard drive.
With his Foundation Establishment Realm mastery and Shican Modong’s support, by the time Yun Ni and the others turned back, not a single ripple had been noticed.
Yun Ni exclaimed, “That must be one of Zhou Yang’s surveillance systems.”
“Download everything immediately—check if there’s anything useful.”
Meanwhile, Fujie’s voice came faintly through their minds, strained and weary:
“I’ve pulled it here… now I’ll slowly suppress it… and digest it… might need to sleep for a while…”
Then silence.
Zhang Yu’s thoughts turned inward:
“After Fujie awakens this time, the Feather Scroll should unlock a new chapter, right?”
A flicker of anticipation stirred in his chest. He wondered how long Fujie would sleep this time.
“This time, I forcibly pulled the Evil God here. It’ll take even longer to digest than last time.”
The search continued. Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen followed the Inspection Team through the facility. Yun Ni, analyzing the ritual marks, confirmed Zhou Yang’s identity as a cultist of the Evil God.
But Yun Ni was frustrated—the cameras only stored seven days of footage. Nothing useful was found.
And there was no sign of the Evil God. Yun Ni suspected it had already fled.
Zhang Yu exhaled in relief, seeing that Zhou Yang had left no trace of himself or Bai Zhenzhen. No need to destroy evidence after all.
With the Zhou Family matter temporarily settled, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen resumed their training, waiting for Fujie to awaken.
…
In the city center’s training ground, the air crackled with energy.
A sharp crack echoed as Xinghuo Immortal pressed his fingertip to Zhang Yu’s chest. Instantly, Zhang Yu was flung backward.
At the same time, Xinghuo Immortal flicked his other hand against Bai Zhenzhen’s palm—she shot off like a bullet, flying over a hundred meters away.
Seeing their movements slow, Xinghuo Immortal frowned. “Don’t stop. Speed up.”
Bai Zhenzhen blurred forward, activating Wuxiang Fengmo. Her feet danced across the wind, and she charged at Xinghuo Immortal once more.
Xinghuo Immortal called out:
“Keep your Body-Refining Technique flowing—never stop. Keep your force at full power.”
“The College Entrance Exam is coming. After that, you’ll step into the Second Layer.”
“And right now, those top-tier geniuses are pushing harder every single day. They’re pulling ahead.”
“You must seize every second—only then can you close the gap.”
Xinghuo Immortal wasn’t training them in real combat. He was using himself as an endless ocean of resistance—hammering their bodies, pushing their limits, amplifying the strain with every breath, every movement.
Each time Xinghuo Immortal struck a vulnerable point on Zhang Yu’s body, the burden intensified. Like a giant iron mallet, he pounded Zhang Yu’s muscles and bones, purging impurities, refining his form, making him harder, sharper, more resilient.
Chunqiu Wujin Chan – 18th Level (98/180)
Physical Strength Level – 10.52
Xinghuo Immortal watched the two collapse on the ground, gasping for air.
“Unbelievable progress speed…”
“Especially Zhang Yu—his Chunqiu Wujin Chan is advancing so fast, he’ll hit 20th Level before high school graduation. The level of comprehension… almost unnatural.”
“Even if he’s not a legendary martial saint body, he’s close.”
“I can’t wait to see what he’ll become when he reaches Jin Dan… or even Yuan Ying.”
Yet, a sigh escaped him.
“But with my remaining lifespan… I’ll never live to see their true rise.”
“Still, the seeds I’ve planted over these past nine months… they might one day take root.”
He wasn’t fooling himself. He knew his guidance wasn’t purely altruistic. But unlike his investment in Yu Xinghan—bound by contract—what he gave to Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen was different.
It was a debt of humanity, a bond of obligation.
“These days… in Kunxu, people who still value loyalty and old ties are vanishing.”
“Back in my youth, things were different. Now, everyone only cares about profit. No emotion.”
“Those who still believe in old ways are either dead… or like me—outdated, forgotten.”
“But maybe Zhang Yu is an exception.”
“I may not live to see their ascension… but I hope what I’ve given them will one day help Snowlian and Xinghan.”
…
Time flew as Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen trained relentlessly. Only half a year remained until the College Entrance Exam.
That day, in their apartment, Zhang Yu suddenly snapped his eyes open.
Inside his mind, the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique roared to life.
Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique – 20th Level
Dao Heart – 11th Level (43.8%)
For the first time, his mind felt as if it had plunged into every cell of his body. His flesh and blood surged with unprecedented vitality.
“Finally… 20th Level.”
He looked at his hands.
“Now, even if I lose a limb, my consciousness can remain in it. This is called ‘Active Residual’—any severed flesh or blood I lose will retain my will for minutes.”
“If I recover it within that time, it can regrow.”
“And as my Dao Heart level rises further, this ability will only grow stronger.”
A satisfied smile touched his lips. His healing powers were becoming stronger—meaning he’d be less afraid of injury, less likely to need hospital visits.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Zhang Yu opened the door to find Le Mulan standing there.
“You’re here?”
After inviting her in, Zhang Yu asked, “Are you sure you don’t want money?”
Earlier, when the donation was 1.3 times the original, Le Mulan had lent him 5 million. But when he tried to repay her, she refused—she didn’t want money. Only something else.
After much insistence, Zhang Yu finally learned: like Hongta Group, she wanted his seed.
Even though First Layer money couldn’t be used in the Second Layer, 5 million could still be exchanged for resources.
To Zhang Yu, that 5 million was worth far more than his seed. He knew his strength came not from bloodline, but from soul and will.
Still, he gently warned his old friend:
“This… I don’t think it’s worth much. You should think it over.”
Le Mulan bit her lip, firm. “I want it.”
Zhang Yu nodded. “Alright. Wait here.”
She waited. Minutes passed. No sign of him.
Then her phone buzzed.
Le Jingchen: Did you get the Yu Juice?
Le Jingchen: Make sure you verify it’s real. Hongta hasn’t cracked it yet—I’m starting to suspect Zhang Yu might’ve given them fake stuff.
(End of Chapter)
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