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Chapter 271: Yuzi and I Are the Number One Best Friends in the World
Just as Bai Zhenzhen was staring at her phone in confusion, the ground suddenly trembled violently—as if some colossal beast had slammed into the earth, nearly throwing her off her feet.
A wave of heart-pounding dread surged through her, making every hair on her body stand on end. Instinctively, her Thunder Martial Energy erupted, surging outward in crackling bolts of lightning that wrapped around her entire frame.
Then came a deafening boom. A violent wind swept across the area, whipping her long hair into a frenzy.
She turned her head toward the source of the sound—and saw a high-rise apartment building, dozens of stories tall, suddenly pierced through by a blinding flash of fire.
In an instant, the entire structure collapsed in a cataclysmic explosion, crumbling into dust and debris. A massive cloud of smoke erupted, swallowing Bai Zhenzhen whole.
The earth shook like waves beneath her feet.
“What… happened?”
The sight of the entire building disintegrating left her mind blank, stunned into silence.
“A Yu!”
She lunged forward, about to dash toward the wreckage—but then the second explosion hit. A visible shockwave tore through the air.
With every muscle and ounce of Martial Energy firing in unison, she summoned streaks of lightning that shot skyward, forming a barrier. She strained to keep her eyes open, her gaze locked on the explosion site, her eyes nearly tearing from the effort.
As the shockwave roared past, the smoke cleared—revealing nothing but a shattered ruin where the building once stood.
Bai Zhenzhen’s chest tightened. A suffocating emptiness spread through her like ice.
At that moment, two voices came from nearby.
“Search of the ruins complete. No living beings detected.”
“The other one’s outside the building. Never mind. I’ll handle it. You clean up the debris—bury it afterward.”
Bai Zhenzhen turned. A man and a woman were slowly approaching her.
The woman had snow-white hair. Her limbs, torso, and abdomen were encased in a jade-like Spirit Armor, glowing with intricate, pulsing runes beneath the surface.
Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes narrowed. The sheer number of Spirit Armor layers on the woman alone indicated she was at least a veteran Foundation Establishment cultivator—years beyond the early stages.
And then the woman’s words hit her like a blade.
They weren’t random. This wasn’t an accident. Someone had targeted them.
“Hey…” Bai Zhenzhen’s voice was sharp, her eyes locked onto them. “What did you mean by ‘no living beings’?”
They didn’t answer.
But the sight of the ruins made the truth painfully clear.
“Yuzi…”
“I…” Bai Zhenzhen clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms. The world around her seemed to fade into gray.
Her mind echoed with memories.
I was already lost in the endless darkness. It was Yuzi who stayed by my side. He pulled me out, step by step.
We’ve come so far.
My number one best friend—my Yuzi, the one I can call “dad” every day.
If it weren’t for me, he could’ve entered Wanfa University two years ago, just like his sister…
Zhang Yu’s face flashed through her mind—his voice, his smile, every word he’d ever said.
“A Zhen, we’ll both make it to the Top Ten.”
“This is your Spirit Root—let’s call it True Zhen Linggen.”
“Sister, is there really no way to take A Zhen with us?”
“If I stay behind, do you think my chances with A Zhen—of getting into the Top Ten the normal way, like you—would be any real chance?”
“We’ll go to graduate school, take the PhD Entrance Exam, break through to Jin Dan, to Yuan Ying, and join Wanfa Sect—together.”
Her body trembled. The blue lotus mark on her lower abdomen pulsed. In her dantian, her True Zhen Linggen bloomed slowly into a radiant green lotus.
These three years with Yuzi… they were the happiest of my life.
He’s my number one best friend in the world.
In that moment, a feeling surged within her—one she had never known since birth.
A feeling that transcended everything she’d ever wanted: survival, the Top Ten, the Foundation Establishment Certificate…
Something deeper. Something beyond all her past dreams.
Like a dam breaking, a flood of raw, primal emotion burst from her soul.
“I’m going to kill you all.”
The two cultivators didn’t flinch.
They were veterans of the First Layer, seasoned Foundation Establishment masters. Even without their Dao Heart, Martial Energy, or Spirit Armor advantages, their 20-level Physical Strength alone was more than enough to crush a Foundation Establishment cultivator who’d only just entered the stage.
Today, they were here on a contract from the Luzhou Group.
Eliminate Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.
It was risky—but for two cultivators who had been stuck in the First Layer for years, nearing the end of their Foundation Establishment lifespan, any chance to ascend was worth the gamble.
After all, they didn’t have much time left to live.
Boom!
A sharp explosion erupted. The female cultivator shot toward Bai Zhenzhen in a flash.
But then her face twisted in horror.
Behind Bai Zhenzhen, a series of ethereal green lotus shadows unfolded. The surrounding Spirit Energy went wild, surging uncontrollably toward her—so violently that even the two Foundation Establishment masters couldn’t draw in a single speck.
The woman screamed inwardly: This… this can’t be real! Could it be… a Divine Spirit Root?!
Divine Spirit Root—above Human, Earth, and Celestial Spirit Roots. A force strictly controlled by the Top Ten Sects, forbidden in the civilian world. To most cultivators, it was known as Military Grade power.
In the minds of most, in the same realm, victory was impossible unless both combatants possessed Military Grade strength.
The woman gritted her teeth, channeling all her Martial Energy. “Full power! Kill her together!”
She believed Bai Zhenzhen had barely broken through Foundation Establishment—two of them, fully committed, might still have a chance.
But then she saw the male cultivator vanish into the night—fleeing.
“Damn it!”
For just a fraction of a second, she hesitated—should she run or fight?
Then, before she could decide, Bai Zhenzhen’s figure vanished—like smoke.
Instantly, streaks of lightning slashed through the air, raining down on her from all directions.
She dodged several blows, but her expression darkened.
She couldn’t sense her opponent. Couldn’t touch her. Even wide-range attacks failed to connect.
It was as if they existed in separate dimensions—she could only be attacked, while she couldn’t strike back.
Divine Spirit Root…
The woman’s face twisted. In mere seconds, the urge to flee overwhelmed her.
But then, from above, beams of light descended—shooting down like pillars, sealing off a one-kilometer radius, trapping the area like a prison.
…
More than ten minutes later.
Rescue vehicles arrived. As the rubble was cleared, corpse after corpse was pulled out.
The man in charge glanced at the Xinghuo Immortal beside him and said quietly, “Master, please… accept my condolences.”
Xinghuo Immortal replied calmly, “Do you really think he’s dead?”
After eight months of training, Xinghuo Immortal knew Zhang Yu’s body better than anyone in the world—better than his teachers, his classmates, even Bai Zhenzhen or Yu Xinghan.
He knew the incredible resilience of that body—the astonishing self-repair capabilities.
He didn’t believe it could be destroyed so easily.
The man paused, staring at the wreckage. “Even if he’s alive… he’s practically dead. How much will this cost to fix? His Xian Dao Potential is gone.”
“Worst timing—right before the College Entrance Exam.”
He sighed, shaking his head in sorrow.
Then, without warning, Xinghuo Immortal stepped forward.
With a single motion, a surge of martial energy erupted—so powerful it ripped open the First Layer debris, revealing a pile of corpses beneath.
He walked in, then emerged moments later, cradling a bloodied, mangled figure.
A murmur spread through the crowd.
“Is that Zhang Yu?”
“Too bad…”
But then Xinghuo Immortal spoke, his voice cold and clear:
“He’s not dead. Get the doctors.”
Staring at Zhang Yu, the Immortal narrowed his eyes.
Chunqiu Wujin Chan’s false death state?
So the kid really pushed that Body-Refining Technique to Level 20… only eight months since he first obtained it?
Even without a full inspection, Xinghuo Immortal sensed something in Zhang Yu’s soul—a will that refused to die.
Like a blazing flame, it burned with an unyielding desire to live.
So this crisis… pushed his inner cultivation even further. Even with his body shattered, consciousness lost, trapped in false death—he still kept his cultivation technique running, like instinct.
This is beyond the old habit of dividing focus—this is a true mastery of the First Layer.
In the midst of stunned, confused, and bewildered stares, several doctors arrived at Zhang Yu’s side on Xinghuo Immortal’s command.
“Multiple comminuted fractures throughout the body. Spinal dislocation…”
“Over 80% of muscles severely compressed.”
“Severe cranial trauma…”
“Renal failure…”
At first, they believed Zhang Yu was dead.
But after a few moments of examination, their faces changed—shock replacing disbelief.
“He… he’s still alive.”
“Try administering medicine.”
“The wounds are closing on their own.”
“The medication is working incredibly fast…”
“Unbelievable vitality…”
In front of the awestruck doctors, Zhang Yu’s wounds began to heal.
Skin and flesh fused back together—not by magic, but as if they had a will of their own, knitting together with unnatural speed.
(End of Chapter)
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