https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-274-Bai-Zhenzhen-I-ll-Support-You/13686812/
Chapter 275: The Promise with Bai Zhenzhen
Fujie couldn’t see the projection on Zhang Yu’s retina, but she could hear his conversation with Bai Zhenzhen—and witness the way he held Le Mulan in his arms.
“Talking to Bai Zhenzhen while hugging Le Mulan… This kid really does have some potential from the Hehuan Sect.”
“Maybe I should’ve encouraged him to apply to Hehuan University back then?”
“If he had, cultivating the Harmonious Dao, draining Bai Zhenzhen dry… that might’ve been a true path to immortality.”
Fujie shook her head mentally. “Ah, too late now. Bai Zhenzhen’s about to be served on a plate by someone else. Zhang Yu should just stick to his construction work.”
Meanwhile, Bai Zhenzhen turned her head slightly, as if listening to someone else, then said, “Yu-zi, I’ve got to go now. I need to head to class.”
Zhang Yu nodded. “Go ahead. Oh, by the way… if you have time, call me every day.”
Bai Zhenzhen’s heart fluttered. She knew Zhang Yu was still worried about her being alone, wanting to check in daily to confirm her safety.
“Fine, you’re showing some filial piety. I’ll probably get a few hours of rest around 2 a.m. I’ll reach out then.”
With that, she flashed a bright smile, waved at Zhang Yu, and said, “See you later.”
Whoosh.
As her projection vanished, Le Mulan appeared before Zhang Yu.
Looking at Le Mulan’s utterly bewildered expression, Zhang Yu tapped rapidly on the air, adjusting the settings of the Shican Modong.
“Seriously, why go to such lengths with the projection realism?”
“Gotta increase transparency by 50%. Otherwise, it’ll be impossible to tell real from fake.”
As Zhang Yu was fine-tuning his Eye Spirit Armor, Le Mulan asked curiously, “Zhang Yu… were you just talking to someone?”
“Yeah,” Zhang Yu replied, a little embarrassed. “I was talking to A Zhen.”
Le Mulan blinked. “So… your projection of Bai Zhenzhen just touched me. You mistook me for her—no, you were hugging her, and accidentally ended up hugging me too?”
Zhang Yu felt a strange unease. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized she was absolutely right. He finally nodded, “Yeah.”
Upon receiving his confirmation, Le Mulan felt a sudden surge of something entirely new—something she couldn’t name at first.
It was so unfamiliar that she couldn’t immediately understand what it was. All she could think was:
“Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s bond… really is strong.”
“Former high school friends—yet even after one became a disciple of the Qingqing God, their connection remained untouched.”
"They added each other as soon as they reached the Second Layer, and now they're embracing across the Spirit Network?"
Thinking of Bai Zhenzhen, Le Mulan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
The first time she met Bai Zhenzhen, she was a noble heiress from Songyang City—born into wealth and power. But Bai Zhenzhen was just a penniless debtor, drowning in debt.
Three years later, now in university, Bai Zhenzhen had become a disciple of a God, holder of a Divine Spirit Root, the Heavenly Sword’s Lady, and a Foundation Establishment at high school.
And herself, Le Mulan… she was just a low-level cultivation student from a remote village.
In terms of background, wealth, cultivation level, academic performance—she now had to look up to Bai Zhenzhen.
This dramatic shift from poverty to wealth, from obscurity to prominence, made Le Mulan realize: being rich or poor was never absolute.
Watching Le Mulan lost in thought, Zhang Yu asked, “You came to see me for something?”
Le Mulan snapped back to reality. “We’re about to disembark. I just wanted to ask for your spiritual world account so I can add you as a friend.”
“After all, we’re in different departments at Wanfa University. You’re in the Foundation Establishment Class—without a friend request, it’d be nearly impossible to keep in touch.”
They added each other as friends, then joined the line to exit.
As they walked, a new message appeared on Zhang Yu’s retinal display:
Zhao Tianxing from Fengdu Information Vocational Technical College has sent you a friend request.
✅ Accepted.
Zhao Tianxing: Zhang Yu, I’ve finished registration. Just moved into Guiwang Fan in Fengdu.
Zhao Tianxing: I’ve joined a group—everyone’s from Songyang City. You should join too.
You’ve been invited to join the group chat: ‘Happy Songyang People’
Zhang Yu glanced in. Not only were Zhao Tianxing, Qian Shen, and Xiong Wenwu there—but a whole crowd of familiar and unfamiliar Songyang City graduates.
Jinguang University’s Chu Qiuhé: Newbies, remember to change your names—University Name + Real Name. No change? You’ll be kicked in 24 hours.
“Chu Qiuhé? He got into Jinguang University?”
Zhang Yu remembered him—the opponent he’d defeated in the martial arts tournament. The guy had been on a stretcher until the end of the competition.
Still, considering he’d been a top ten regular in every major contest from Songyang City, getting into a top-tier school made perfect sense.
Zhang Yu then changed his group nickname to Wanfa University’s Zhang Yu.
Moments later, the group exploded with activity.
Wanfa University’s Le Jingchen: 🎉 Welcome, little brother! 👏
Fengdu University’s Mo Tianyi: Greetings, Zhang Yu Senior!
Jinguang University’s Chu Qiuhé: Greetings, Zhang Yu Senior!
Tianyao University’s Xiong Wenwu: Greetings, Zhang Yu Senior!
Tianyao University’s Hu Yuntao: Greetings, Zhang Yu Senior!
Hehuan University’s Lian Tianji: Greetings, Zhang Yu Senior!
Seeing Lian Tianji’s name, Zhang Yu’s lips curled into a faint, curious smile.
“Lian Tianji… really knows how to pick his schools.”
Then, Shanhe University’s Lan Ling posted:
“Old Zhou, come join us! @Tianhai University’s Zhou Chichen”
Zhang Yu mentally frowned. “These two are actually in this group?”
“Zhou Chichen… so the great upheaval in the First Layer Zhou Family didn’t affect him? Or did it—yet he wasn’t involved with the Evil God, so he was spared?”
At that moment, Zhou Chichen’s profile picture had already turned gray.
After exchanging greetings, they invited Yu Xinghan into the group. The chat exploded once more—this time dominated by graduates from Bailong High School.
Scanning the group chat casually, Zhang Yu walked with Le Mulan, Yu Xinghan, and Li Xuelian toward the exit of the Flying Barge.
They’d finally docked in the internal airfield of University City. After passing through customs and clearing the airfield gate, they were officially inside Wanfa University’s University City.
This was Layer 600 of University City—about 10 meters in height. The streets were narrow, packed tightly with buildings stacked like bricks. There were no vehicle lanes—only swift-moving people darting back and forth.
But Zhang Yu saw two worlds at once.
To his left, in his natural vision, the city was wrapped in steel and cement—only gray and white, lifeless and dull.
To his right, through his Spirit Armor, the world burst into color. The streets were alive with projections from the Ling界 Network—signs, ads, promotional slogans everywhere. Stores overflowed with products—medicines, textbooks, Spirit Armor—everything clamoring to rush out and hit passersby’s eyes.
Every person had a title floating above their head. Their bodies, clothes, and backs shimmered with colorful effects.
Giant floating signs hovered in the air, pointing toward different zones and floors.
Occasionally, a notification popped up on Zhang Yu’s retina: “Foundation Establishment Cultivator approaching.” He quickly disabled that alert, prioritizing notifications for Jin Dan-level and higher cultivators.
Beside him, Yu Xinghan clutched his eyes. “Holy shit… it’s so laggy! The whole world stutters!”
“Let’s get moving—this place is unbearable!”
Li Xuelian rolled her eyes and slapped the back of Yu Xinghan’s head. “You little jerk… how much did you spend on that junk? If you get a chance, ditch it ASAP.”
As Zhang Yu and the others followed Li Xuelian forward, they reached the marked Yuan Ci Channel.
These channels resembled massive pipes, threading through every layer of University City.
Zhang Yu watched as people seamlessly transitioned from walking on the ground one moment, to gliding up walls the next, ascending or descending through the vertical tunnels.
Li Xuelian explained, “The Yuan Ci Channels have reinforced electromagnetic fields. When you convert your Thunder Martial Energy, you can walk freely along the walls.”
“Oh, and make sure you’ve subscribed to the monthly transit pass. Otherwise, you can’t use the channels.”
Converting Specialized Martial Energy—something Zhang Yu had learned as early as his first year of high school.
Now, following Li Xuelian’s advice, he and Yu Xinghan and Le Mulan subtly shifted their energy. As they stepped into the channel, a sudden force pulled them toward the wall—slamming them firmly against it.
Or rather, at that moment, the wall became the floor.
At first, Zhang Yu was still aware he was walking on a vertical surface. But after a while—especially when he noticed shops, vending machines, and ads lining the walls—he began to feel no different than walking on a normal street.
Li Xuelian casually added, “This University City spans 666 layers, covering over 6,600 square kilometers. But all of it’s packed into a vertical space less than 10 kilometers tall and just over 3 kilometers wide.”
“Mastering vertical space means distances between locations are actually quite short. The fastest, most flexible way for cultivators to move is through the Yuan Ci Channels.”
“Of course, there’s also the central Anti-Gravity Channel—faster, but it costs extra. Only use it for urgent matters. I’ll guide you today. From now on, you’ll need to learn to use the navigation system.”
After several switches between channels, Zhang Yu found himself moving in all directions—sometimes upside down, sometimes head-first, sometimes parallel to the ground.
With no sky or ground for reference, the entire city felt like a shifting maze.
Walking through this complex network of tunnels, surrounded by countless cultivators darting up and down, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but think of it as an enormous, living beehive.
After a series of rapid movements, Zhang Yu finally reached his destination.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
