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Chapter 285: Dao Zong Spectrum
The Feather Scroll floated without wind, its pages flipping automatically to Chapter Two—Dao Zong Spectrum—in response to Zhang Yu’s mental command.
On the page, a silhouette of Zhang Yu materialized, yet the surrounding space remained utterly blank—no text, no symbols, no imagery of any kind.
“What does this mean?” Zhang Yu frowned, staring at the simple, solitary figure.
He turned the image over in his mind, trying to decipher how the Dao Zong Spectrum worked, what it could do—but no insight came.
Then, suddenly, his gaze snapped to Yu Xinghan, who sat beside him.
Earlier, when Zhang Yu had been training the Foundation Establishment Body-Refining Seventy-Two Forms, the cramped dorm room had forced him to step outside. But once he’d advanced to Level 20 and shifted to Foundation Establishment Mind-Refining Law, he’d begun practicing alongside others within the dorm.
Now, he noticed something new on Yu Xinghan—something he’d never seen before.
“Third Eye Ability? What is this?”
A label hovered just above Yu Xinghan’s chest:
Third Eye Ability (Spirit Root)
As Zhang Yu focused on the label, a sensation washed over him—vague, indescribable, yet profoundly meaningful.
This is the Dao Seed? Zhang Yu thought.
In the cultivation path, every being in the world possesses unique potential and innate talent.
The Dao Seed is the essence of that potential—symbolizing one’s true spiritual aptitude. It remains dormant, unawakened, until properly cultivated.
By assisting others in unlocking their Dao Seeds, the Dao Zong Spectrum can replicate and record them—then transfer them into my own body.
Zhang Yu’s heart quickened. In short, the Dao Seed is a person’s divine talent. If I help develop it, I can copy it for myself.
The idea filled him with anticipation. He glanced at Le Mulan and Zhang Pianpian, curious to see what their Dao Seeds looked like.
On Le Mulan:
Deep Cold Mana Vein (Martial Energy)
On Zhang Pianpian:
Nothing. No sign. No trace of a Dao Seed.
Zhang Yu’s brow furrowed. How could my sister have no Dao Seed? That’s impossible.
There must be conditions to reveal it. I just haven’t met them yet.
He set the mystery aside for now, turning his attention instead to the two visible Dao Seeds. He immersed himself in their subtle auras, gradually uncovering deeper truths.
Dao Seeds come in types. Yu Xinghan’s Third Eye Ability is a Spirit Root type. Le Mulan’s Deep Cold Mana Vein is a Martial Energy type.
And within the same category, only one can activate at a time.
A slow smile spread across Zhang Yu’s face.
Which means… different types can coexist, activating simultaneously.
He continued to absorb the essence of both.
Yu Xinghan’s Third Eye Ability requires increasing the fusion rate of his Spirit Root to at least 90% before it can be unlocked.
For Le Mulan’s Deep Cold Mana Vein, I need to synchronize with her Breath Technique, channel high-quality Martial Energy into her body—using my own energy to elevate hers.
Recalling lessons from Mana Class, Zhang Yu estimated: Only when my Martial Energy reaches a sufficiently high grade can I effectively transfer it to her. Once her Martial Energy quality surpasses 150%, the Deep Cold Mana Vein will awaken.
Though he now understood the mechanics, Zhang Yu didn’t rush. Instead, he closed his eyes, calming the storm of excitement within.
The Dao Zong Spectrum gives me a new path to grow—allowing me to gather countless divine talents into my own body.
The thought sent a thrill through him. He could already envision his cultivation path stretching endlessly forward, his figure ascending ever higher toward the peak.
But… don’t get ahead of yourself, Zhang Yu.
In truth, the moment he grasped the potential of the Dao Zong Spectrum, an overwhelming urge to test it surged within him—right now, with Yu Xinghan and Le Mulan, right this second.
But cultivation isn’t about haste.
And at my current level, I don’t have the power to awaken their Dao Seeds.
Gradually, the frenzy faded. His mind cleared. His resolve steadied.
My immediate priority is to master the Basic Technique, grasp the University Holy Body, and boost my cultivation efficiency. Only then will every future effort be twice as effective.
Zhang Yu remembered the regret he’d felt when he’d first obtained the High School Saint Body—too late.
This time, he wouldn’t make the same mistake. He’d build his foundation first.
“A sharp blade doesn’t delay the chopping.”
With that settled, Zhang Yu pushed aside distractions and returned to his cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Mind-Refining Law.
For the next few days, except during class hours, he devoted himself entirely to the Basic Technique.
His meals, once fueled by the synthetic food he’d brought, dwindled and were replaced by Second Layer medicine.
That evening, Yu Xinghan asked, “Who’s got a discount today?”
Le Mulan replied, “I got a coupon.”
“Three-month installment plan—no fees.”
Yu Xinghan’s Eye Armor flickered, displaying storefronts. “Which one?”
Zhang Pianpian chimed in, “Capsule Bet on the Pharmacist’s Career—their medicines are factory-made, no secondary processing, not hand-mixed. Quality is guaranteed.”
Moments later, a knock rang out.
“Pre-Assembled Medicine delivered!”
Yu Xinghan dashed to the door, where a blur of motion deposited packages at each dorm’s entrance.
He didn’t blink. After all, installment-based Pre-Assembled Medicine was incredibly cheap.
College kids, he thought, should be burning through their bodies for cash—eating Pre-Assembled Medicine like there’s no tomorrow.
He opened the package, first pulling out the complimentary Drinking Cement, then began sorting the medicine.
Zhang Yu grabbed a handful: Physical Stamina Capsule, Nutrition Capsule, Energy Capsule—and swallowed them all in one go.
The Physical Stamina Capsule restored his drained vitality.
The Nutrition Capsule replenished essential nutrients.
The Energy Capsule surpassed Neural Filler in effectiveness—restoring energy and eliminating the need for sleep.
Zhang Yu exhaled. “Cheap, for sure.”
“Even with six meals a day, it’s only about 0.02 Lingbi per month—0.24 Lingbi a year.”
Yu Xinghan, meanwhile, felt the medicine’s energy spreading through his body—warm waves flowing into his limbs and marrow.
But then, his stomach churned violently. His digestive system acted like a ravenous beast, devouring everything—including, it seemed, his own organs.
He quickly stuffed a piece of Cement into his mouth, grimacing as he swallowed. Only then did the gnawing subsided.
Afterward, he glanced at Zhang Yu with envy. “This kid really doesn’t need Cement? Lucky bastard.”
Le Mulan, hearing Zhang Yu’s comment on the low cost, warned, “But long-term use? It burdens your internal organs. Liver and kidney damage, suppressed immunity, cardiovascular risks. And the longer you take it… the higher your cancer risk.”
“The money you save,” she added, “will vanish in medical bills.”
She knew it wasn’t poison—it was simply the side effect of prolonged pharmaceutical intake. Her elders in the Second Layer had taught her.
Zhang Pianpian nodded. “Remember—don’t exceed five years. Then switch to Fasting Pills. Otherwise, the risks outweigh the benefits.”
Fujie chuckled. “If you can’t earn enough to afford Fasting Pills in your youth, you’ll end up with chronic illnesses. Save money on meds, spend it on doctors. Then save more on meds again. Heh. These Second Layer pharmaceutical companies really eat you twice.”
She turned to Zhang Yu. “When you’re strong enough, make money fast. Get off this medicine. Eat Fasting Pills.”
After finishing his dose, Zhang Yu wasted no time. He resumed cultivation immediately.
A few days later, he had advanced the Foundation Establishment Mind-Refining Law to Level 20, Breathing Technique to Level 20, and the Martial Energy Guide to Level 12.
Once this guide reaches full mastery, Zhang Yu mused, I’ll have four of the six required techniques for the University Holy Body. Two more to go.
Seeing Zhang Yu so deeply immersed in the Basic Technique, Yu Xinghan couldn’t help but ask, “It’s been over a week since classes started. Why are you still grinding the Basic Technique?”
“Your stats aren’t rising. Your overall score hasn’t moved. You’ve dropped to 14th in class.”
Overall Score was Wanfa University’s comprehensive evaluation of a student—based on credits, exam results, competition achievements, projects, and crucially, foundational metrics like Dao Heart, Martial Energy, and Physical Strength Level.
For new students in Foundation Establishment Class, foundational stats dominated the score.
Zhang Yu glanced at his 14th-place ranking and shrugged. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
If I can’t endure temporary setbacks for the sake of accumulation, he thought, what kind of Dao cultivator am I? What kind of Dao Heart do I have?
He stood outside the dorm, limbs flashing in rapid, distorted movements—twisting, jerking, forming bizarre, sloppy forms.
Every technique he practiced seemed to warp in his hands—ugly, unrefined, almost lazy.
“Soon…”
“But this is way too casual.”
Yu Xinghan watched, shaking his head. He couldn’t understand Zhang Yu’s method.
The fact that Zhang Yu was so obsessed with the Basic Technique was already baffling. But practicing it this sloppily? Utterly incomprehensible.
“Whatever,” he sighed.
Zhang Pianpian, too, observed from afar, but made no move to interfere.
“My brother carries hidden talents,” she mused. “This is his way. He has his reasons.”
She wasn’t concerned. She was curious—what would come of this strange cultivation?
Le Mulan, still not even at Foundation Establishment, had no opinion on the matter.
Then, that night, Bai Zhenzhen’s package finally arrived.
Zhang Yu opened it. The rich, savory aroma of meat wafted out.
Instantly, Yu Xinghan, Le Mulan, and Zhang Pianpian all turned their heads.
Yu Xinghan’s eyes lit up. “Bai Zhenzhen sent you meat jerky?”
Zhang Yu nodded. “Want to join me?”
They each took a piece.
As they chewed, joy spread across their faces.
Zhang Yu felt it too—a deep, unexplainable happiness.
Later, during their video call, he asked Bai Zhenzhen about the jerky.
She smiled. “If you like it, I’ll send more.”
“It’s Happy Meat Jerky. It boosts mood, suppresses negative emotions, and keeps you focused and energetic during study and cultivation.”
“It’s a real gem. Just eat it yourselves. Don’t let anyone else see it.”
From that day on, Zhang Yu remained fully immersed in the Basic Technique.
Days passed.
Then weeks.
And finally—
Junior-University Holy Body (6/6): Drug load, absorption and metabolic capacity has been improved to the peak of foundation building (end of this chapter)
Medication load, absorption, and metabolism capacity elevated to Foundation Establishment peak.
(End of Chapter)
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