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Chapter 269: Zhang Yu's Rare Treasures, Sister's Contact
Seeing the message that had just arrived on her phone, Le Mulan knew it was sent via the company’s secure line—something only her brother could access.
She understood clearly: noble families across the regions were constantly nurturing their heirs to ascend to the Second Layer, and one of their main goals was to maintain connections with Second Layer corporations. This allowed them to control more trade resources, gather critical information, and gain influence—ensuring greater profits in the First and Second Layer economies.
After Le Jingchen completed the College Entrance Exam and ascended to the Second Layer, he had clearly already connected with the higher-ups in the Le family, securing his place within the corporate network.
Even after his ascent, he still kept a close eye on Zhang Yu.
He had even used this rare opportunity—access to the secure company line—to send a message at this precise moment.
Le Mulan could sense it: someone above must be watching Zhang Yu too.
At that instant, staring at the message, she thought: “Confirm it’s genuine?”
She agreed with the sender’s logic.
Zhang Yu was now the most prominent figure in the Kunxu First Layer. His biological data, samples, and genetic material were incredibly valuable—coveted by countless factions.
Rumors said that powerful clans from Xian Du had traveled all the way to Songyang, risking great distances, just to obtain authentic samples in hopes of refining their bloodlines.
Yet despite the overwhelming demand, no one had managed to extract any meaningful breakthrough from Zhang Yu’s data after all this time.
All that had emerged were countless products—shamelessly marketed as Zhang Yu-related—nutrition supplements, health tonics, beauty serums.
After thorough investigation, the Le family concluded: they were all scams, pure and simple.
Le Mulan thought to herself: “Zhang Yu must be producing seeds right now.”
“I’ll just take a look—worst case, he kicks me out.”
“But he never said I couldn’t come in.”
This was too crucial. The stakes involved medicine, genetics, bloodline enhancement, and physical transformation—fields that could shape not only the future of her family, but her own destiny.
Even if Zhang Yu blamed her for not trusting him, she had to verify it herself.
With that resolve, Le Mulan could no longer hold back. She stood up, eyes fixed on the direction Zhang Yu had just left—upstairs, to the second floor of the apartment.
There, behind that door, lay a treasure worth millions.
Moments later, her heart leapt: “It’s real!”
But as she stared, Zhang Yu suddenly seemed to sense something. His gaze instinctively flicked toward the door, his expression flashing with shock. His body tensed.
Le Mulan’s mind raced: “The rare treasure is about to fall!”
In that split second, a thousand thoughts flashed through her mind.
If it hit the ground, would it be contaminated?
If she let this chance slip, would the next batch’s quality deteriorate? Would it ruin the research?
Would Zhang Yu, furious, send her a fake next time?
And yet—this was undeniably, absolutely real.
Before she could think further, Le Mulan had already flung open the door, dropped to one knee, and stretched out her hands—
Silence filled the air as the two locked eyes.
Zhang Yu’s voice exploded in anger: “What the hell are you—”
Le Mulan, face flushed with shame, whispered: “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to doubt you.”
Zhang Yu shot back: “Is this even about trust?”
At the same time, Le Mulan felt it—“So hot… so powerful… this life force…”
Seeing Zhang Yu storm to his feet, she quickly turned away.
“I want this.”
Every time Zhang Yu thought he understood the people of Kunxu, they’d surprise him all over again.
Now, watching her stand there like a guardian protecting a sacred relic, Zhang Yu sighed deeply, shaking his head in resignation.
“At least grab a measuring cup.”
“And wash your hands first.”
Le Mulan shook her head. “No need. I’ve sealed it with my spiritual energy.”
Then she offered a faint smile. “Besides, over the past two years, I’ve already overcome my inner weakness.”
“Rich or poor—doesn’t matter anymore. In my eyes, they’re interchangeable. Whatever you possess, I can now accept without hesitation.”
Zhang Yu opened his mouth, but words failed him.
Le Mulan added: “Zhang Yu… I’m sorry this time. Next time, I’ll apologize properly.”
She didn’t wait for a reply. She turned, eager to get the sample back, and rushed out in a hurry—just as quickly as she’d come.
Watching her retreating back, Zhang Yu silently pulled on his pants, muttering under his breath: “People from Kunxu… all they care about is profit and power. They’d sell their own souls for it.”
“Huh?” He glanced at the doorknob, frowning. “I did lock the door. Did she just break the lock and crash through?”
Just then, his phone buzzed again. He picked it up—another message from Song Hailong: a sponsorship event invitation.
Zhang Yu had recently renewed his endorsement deal with Xianyun Group, planning to earn a little more before leaving the First Layer. He wanted to accumulate at least fifty million to exchange for five Lingbi upon ascending.
“Any extra money, I’ll bring some First Layer supplies up with me.”
“Food’s expensive up there. I can take along long-shelf-life Synthetic Food—save a fortune on meals at first.”
…
Time flowed on.
That day, Xinghuo Immortal taught Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen a new technique.
With a flick of his will, Xinghuo Immortal transformed his face—first into a radiant, handsome middle-aged man, then instantly shifting into an unremarkable, ordinary youth.
He turned to Zhang Yu and said: “Controlling your muscles to change your appearance and body shape—you’ve already mastered this.”
“It’s not difficult, but in combat or daily cultivation, a sudden transformation can be decisive.”
Xinghuo Immortal spoke with a touch of nostalgia. “Back in my Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishment stages, I relied on this ability to deceive enemies—once, I fought through a squad of Security officers nine times, surviving each time, and finally delivered the goods successfully.”
He then detailed the precise techniques and principles of facial and bodily transformation.
“When you can see someone on the street and, within one second, perfectly imitate their face—indistinguishable even to those who know them—then you’ve truly mastered it.”
For Bai Zhenzhen, Xinghuo Immortal had a different request.
“A Zhen, your speed is incredible, but you take too many risks in real combat.”
“You’re fine against slower opponents. But if you face someone faster than you, you’ll be dead in an instant.”
“Speed isn’t just for close combat—it’s also vital for long-range fighting.”
“If you can run fast enough, you can fight and retreat at the same time, minimizing damage.”
“Start with the most basic technique of weapon throwing. Build a solid foundation. You can deepen it later, once you reach the upper layers.”
Under Xinghuo Immortal’s guidance, Bai Zhenzhen began studying a Qi Cultivation Stage technique—basic weapon mastery—despite the limited resources of the First Layer.
…
Inside the apartment.
Zhang Yu twisted his body, every joint cracking like ancient dragons coiling through his flesh.
Chunqiu Wujin Chan – Level 20
Physical Strength Level: 10.73
“Finally… Chunqiu Wujin Chan has reached Level 20.”
“But even with just this Body-Refining Technique, it took over three months to reach this point.”
“If I keep progressing at this rate, it’ll take me 3 to 4 years to push Physical Strength Level to the Foundation Establishment limit—Level 20.”
“And considering each level grows harder and harder to reach… the required nutrients will only increase.”
“This might take even longer.”
“The spiritual resources in the First Layer are simply too scarce.”
Zhang Yu sighed, then began to feel the effects of Level 20 Chunqiu Wujin Chan.
At this stage, he could use the Eternal Martial Energy cultivated by the technique to enter a temporary state of pseudo-death—or hibernation.
“In this state, my ability to metabolize medicine, eliminate toxins, and heal injuries increases dramatically.”
“My self-healing ability… is getting stronger and stronger.”
After a moment, the alarm rang.
It was time for his scheduled call with Zhang Pianpian.
As Zhang Yu stepped out of the training room, he saw Bai Zhenzhen already at the main screen.
Minutes later, the screen flickered—Zhang Pianpian’s face appeared.
On her head, a glowing halo shimmered like silver moonlight.
Above her, a line of text floated:
Wanfa University – Spellcraft Department
Foundation Establishment Realm – Rank 49
Bai Zhenzhen gasped: “Mom… what’s that glowing thing on your head?”
Zhang Pianpian explained: “I recently broke into the top 100 in my department, so I started displaying my rank.”
“Remember this: rankings matter more than anything in university.”
“Students, teachers, even the school leadership—everyone is ranked.”
“The higher your rank, the more space you claim on the leaderboard. The higher your value.”
“Someone who doesn’t display their rank? Only one possibility—too low. Showing it would only bring shame.”
“Such people are weeds in the university—ignored wherever they go.”
(End of Chapter)
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