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Chapter 270: Blissful Moments Fleeting
Hearing Zhang Pianpian’s words, Bai Zhenzhen nodded thoughtfully. “I get it. It’s like how struggling students in Songyang High School are just ordinary people—once you get into university, it’s all about rankings. The higher your rank, the more you can look down on those below you. The lower you rank, the more you’re treated like society’s trash.”
Her eyes sparkled. “University is truly a world ruled by rankings!”
Zhang Pianpian smiled faintly. “You grasp it quickly. Once you enter university, you’ll need to raise your rank as soon as possible.”
She then pointed to the halo behind her head. “As for this halo—it’s the badge of a Student Union official, a unique Ling realm fluctuation exclusive to the Student Union.”
“You can think of it as a visual effect. Right now, you see it through your screen, but up there, only those with Eye Spirit Armor can perceive it.”
“By the way, have you both acquired Eye Spirit Armor yet?”
Zhang Yu replied, “I have. A Zhen plans to buy a basic model as backup—she’ll wear it when we’re together…”
Then, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen shared everything they’d learned over the past few weeks, including Xinghuo Immortal’s guidance.
After listening, Zhang Pianpian gave a slight nod. “Xinghuo Immortal’s guidance is solid, and your choices are well-founded. I believe you’re definitely on the right path.”
The two continued exchanging thoughts—Zhang Pianpian offered advice on preparations before university, and taught them the unwritten rules of campus life.
…
Time flew by. Before they knew it, only three months remained until the College Entrance Exam.
That day, as Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen stepped into the central city’s training ground, a wave of tangible killing intent surged toward them like a physical force, violently battering their consciousness.
In an instant, their vision darkened—then a massive explosion threw them both flying.
Only then did Xinghuo Immortal’s voice finally echo in their minds.
“Starting today, I’ll be sneaking up on you at random times.”
“Especially you, Zhang Yu.” Xinghuo Immortal glanced at Zhang Yu, who had already scrambled back to his feet, bouncing around like nothing happened. “You’re so durable. If I don’t hit you harder, I’d be wasting your talent.”
Zhang Yu’s face turned dark. He didn’t know whether to cry or laugh—laugh because he had such a dedicated Jin Dan-level mentor, or cry because of the sheer brutality of it all.
At that moment, Zhang Yu’s phone buzzed softly. A message popped up:
> Foundation Establishment Cultivator Yu Xinghan has entered within 100 meters of you.
> Follow Yu Xinghan on all major platforms. Live cultivation streams every night at 10 PM.
Zhang Yu looked up—and there he was.
Yu Xinghan, who had just completed his Foundation Establishment after retaking the exam, now holding his Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate and having fully established his cultivation. He stood beside Xinghuo Immortal’s daughter, Li Xuelian.
Xinghuo Immortal declared, “Xinghan, today you spar with Zhang Yu.”
“Xuelian, you guide Bai Zhenzhen.”
“And I’ll be watching—ready to ambush any of you at any moment.”
He mused silently: Spending time together in cultivation, and maybe… build some bonds along the way.
Yu Xinghan stepped forward toward Zhang Yu, his gaze flickering with complex emotions.
He thought, “I was first. I was the one the old master chose as disciple. Now I’m being called to be Zhang Yu’s sparring partner?”
Of course, envy and resentment weren’t entirely absent. But he also understood one hard truth: in this world, those with high achievements deserve special treatment. If he were Xinghuo Immortal, he’d favor Zhang Yu too.
“All I can do is keep pushing myself—keep striving to catch up.”
“Maybe he can earn in one shot what I’d need ten to make.”
“Then I’ll do twenty. Thirty. I’ll outwork him.”
Instantly, under Xinghuo Immortal’s direction, Zhang Yu and Yu Xinghan clashed—locking limbs, disrupting each other’s muscle energy flow, enhancing their Body Refining efficiency.
Watching them, Xinghuo Immortal nodded slightly. “Zhang Yu and Xinghan will enter Wanfa University together. Both are Foundation Establishment Cultivators in Civil Engineering. We’ll likely see them train and work side by side for years.”
“Let them grow accustomed to refining together now. Once they reach the Second Layer, they can keep doing it—become each other’s refining tools. Save money, boost progress.”
“Then, even if I’m not with them, they’ll still be able to help each other. Grow together.”
Suddenly, Xinghuo Immortal frowned. “Xinghan, why are you constantly glancing at Xuelian?”
“Zhang Yu, focus!”
A thunderous boom split the air—a tangible Martial Dao Intention swept across them, pressing down on their minds, forcing them to activate their cultivation techniques just to hold on.
Xinghuo Immortal turned to see Li Xuelian and Bai Zhenzhen, pressed tightly together, refining their bodies side by side.
“These two… still pushing product sales to Hongta? And their energy levels are still this high?”
…
One month before the College Entrance Exam.
Inside the Protected Zone.
The sky above the Spirit Vein churned violently. A torrent of spirit energy, thick and visible, spiraled upward, forming a colossal tornado that stretched from the heavens down into the depths of the Spirit Vein.
Zhang Yu sat cross-legged at the tornado’s center, his body surrounded by a massive martial energy vortex. It sucked in the descending spirit energy, channeling it through his meridians, refining it into his own martial energy, and finally consolidating it in his dantian.
> Bi Wo Qi Gong Level 20
> Martial Energy Level 261.9
Zhang Yu thought to himself: “Even though my Breathing Technique sessions are short, each one takes place within the Spirit Vein. The growth in martial energy is still rapid. Bi Wo Qi Gong has finally reached Level 20.”
“Now all three—Can Niu She Shen Jue, Chunqiu Wujin Chan, and Bi Wo Qi Gong—have hit the Foundation Establishment limit.”
“As long as I keep progressing step by step, reaching the Foundation Establishment peak in Dao Heart, martial energy, and physical strength level? No problem.”
But Zhang Yu knew—slow, steady progress wasn’t his style.
Besides, once he reached the Second Layer, he might face Wang Yin’s hostility. To compete with the top-tier geniuses above, he needed to grow faster, stronger.
“Too bad there’s nothing useful for Foundation Establishment techniques available in the First Layer. That’ll have to wait until I get to university.”
Thinking about the upcoming College Entrance Exam, and the leap to the Second Layer, Zhang Yu felt a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and unease.
“And where’s Fujie? Why hasn’t she woken up yet? It’s been over half a year… How long is she planning to sleep?”
Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, Zhang Yu focused on the effects of Level 20 Bi Wo Qi Gong.
At this level, the technique continuously accelerates the martial energy vortex during cultivation, boosting the efficiency of high-grade spirit machines in capturing and refining energy.
Based on his estimate, the acceleration peaked after about an hour of continuous practice—increasing efficiency by roughly thirty percent.
“Not bad.” Zhang Yu nodded inwardly. “That’ll give me a noticeable edge when I head to university.”
“Maybe I should start renting longer sessions at the Spirit Vein from now on.”
Just then, Bai Zhenzhen’s voice called out. “Yu, time’s up. Let’s go.”
Their figures shot forward—Foundation Establishment-level bodies carving through the air like streaks of lightning, instantly reaching the Protected Zone’s ticket gate.
An An waved cheerfully. “Finished training?”
Thanks to Zhang Yu’s help, An An had become the ticket gate’s mascot, earning more pay and working fewer hours. Her fluffy tail had grown even thicker, her head rounder and plumper.
Zhang Yu waved. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.”
The two vanished into the golden twilight, streaking down the highway toward home.
Zhang Yu’s phone buzzed. Zhao Tianxing’s voice came through.
[Crying-Laughing Emoji] “I’ve been good lately. Now I’m a Soul Cultivator Student—no more meal fees. But the internet and electricity bills… man, they’re killing me.”
Then, abruptly, the connection dropped.
Seeing Zhao Tianxing’s “Offline” status, Zhang Yu sighed, sent him a 100-yuan top-up, and teased, “Old Zhao, what kind of sites are you even on? That internet bill’s insane.”
Zhao Tianxing replied, “Soul Cultivator Students are commercial-tier users—rates increase in tiers. It’s easy to burn through fast. But I’m working now. Once I earn more, I’ll repay you.”
After a few casual exchanges, Zhang Yu pocketed his phone—then felt a sudden weight on his back.
Bai Zhenzhen had jumped onto his shoulders, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Yu,” she said, “it’s been ages since I rode you. Let me ride today?”
Her voice carried a subtle shift—something different today.
Leaning against his back, listening to the powerful rhythm of his muscles contracting and releasing, she smiled.
“Yu… back then, three years ago, I never thought I’d actually make it to the Top Ten.”
Zhang Yu nodded. “Yeah… who would’ve guessed?”
The past half year had been, without a doubt, the most fulfilling and peaceful time of their high school lives.
No pressure from the wealthy, no stress from rivals. Just steady, deliberate growth—supported by countless people, steadily approaching their goals.
Zhang Yu even felt a flicker of happiness, as if he’d been in Kunxu itself.
Now, watching the sunset paint Songyang City in golden hues from the First Layer, he sighed softly.
“Everyone’s getting better.”
“We’ll get better too.”
“Not just Top Ten.”
“We’ll go for master’s, PhD entrance exams… together break through to Jin Dan, then to Yuan Ying… together join Wanfa Sect.”
A smile tugged at Bai Zhenzhen’s lips. She could already picture them climbing Kunxu side by side—warmth flooding her heart, stronger than ever before.
Back in their apartment, they ate dinner together. Then, Bai Zhenzhen received a notification—her Eye Spirit Armor had arrived.
She crossed the street to the express delivery station to collect it—just as Zhang Yu’s call came through.
“Yeah, I’m picking it up now.”
“You’re getting your stuff too?”
“Alright, I’ll bring it up.”
“Hello?”
“…Where are you?”
Bai Zhenzhen frowned at her phone. The signal was strong, yet she couldn’t hear a thing.
(End of Chapter)
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