Chapter 306: Bai Zhenzhen's Flying Sword
Xu Lingzi was a Jin Dan cultivator over six meters tall, his entire body encased in golden jade-like Spirit Armor, his expression perpetually suffused with aristocratic arrogance.
As Zhang Yu looked up at him, a low-interest loan application form materialized within the visual field of his Eye Armor.
Xu Lingzi spoke coolly: "The item was ready long ago. You didn’t actually need to come in person—remote processing would’ve worked just as well."
Tu Lishan chuckled: "I brought him here to introduce him. We’ll be counting on you to look after him in the future."
Xu Lingzi gave a slight nod, then turned to Zhang Yu. "Looks like you’re planning to cultivate this student."
Tu Lishan added: "Zhang Yu, Teacher Xu Lingzi has been handling all our Civil Engineering Department’s loan affairs. When project funding hasn’t been settled yet, your salaries are effectively paid by him."
As Tu Lishan and Xu Lingzi spoke, Zhang Yu had already completed the low-interest loan application.
A total of 10 Lingbi in loan, with interest at just 0.01 per month, to be repaid in full after ten years.
Staring at the 10 Lingbi now credited to his account, and watching his savings skyrocket to 22.6 Lingbi, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but mutter in awe: "This is practically charity."
After leaving the Finance Department’s teaching floor, Tu Lishan told Zhang Yu to take a full half-month off—rest, recharge, and prepare for next month’s construction project.
But Zhang Yu could feel the ritual’s urgent pull. He decided to head to the 666th floor for an extra shift—just to unwind.
And with 22.6 Lingbi now in hand, he began seriously considering how best to spend it.
So for the remainder of November, Zhang Yu’s Lingbi flowed like a flood, his cultivation rising steadily with each passing day.
…
The dormitory door slammed open.
Le Mulan burst in, excitement lighting her face. "Zhang Yu! I passed the Foundation Establishment Exam!"
Zhang Yu, mid-sip of medicine, looked up—his expression instantly matching hers. "You passed?!"
He wasn’t surprised. After all, in the eyes of someone like Zhang Yu—already a Foundation Establishment elder—there wasn’t much difference among peak Qi Refinement students at university level.
Even in terms of Spirit Root quality, nearly all of the top ten were using Celestial Spirit Roots. The differences between them were negligible.
But over the past few weeks, thanks to Zhang Yu’s help, Le Mulan’s pill consumption capacity had skyrocketed.
Especially after drinking Zhang Yu’s blood, she’d soaked up massive quantities of semi-finished pharmaceuticals from the factory—her constitution had surged even further during peak Qi Refinement.
And with generous support from her brother, Le Jingchen, she’d also spent heavily on her own cultivation.
But Zhang Yu knew the most crucial factor: Wanfa University, one of the Top Ten Elite Universities, had far more Foundation Establishment Exam qualification slots than ordinary schools.
Once Le Mulan passed the exam, she’d immediately pushed through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
She’d been hovering at peak Qi Refinement for ages—just waiting for the qualification certificate to finally break the threshold.
Zhang Yu gripped her hands tightly with both of his, eyes alight with anticipation. "Now that you’ve made it, we can finally get to work on what we discussed."
Le Mulan looked at his eager face, remembering his earlier words. "You… really mean to do it?"
Zhang Yu grinned. "Of course. We made a deal."
He pressed her hands together, then began channeling wave after wave of martial energy into her body—using his high-quality energy to elevate her own.
Le Mulan hadn’t even had time to speak before Zhang Yu was already pouring energy into her. Her mind raced: But… but we haven’t even agreed on terms yet!
After a moment, Zhang Yu stopped. "That’s enough for today. Let you digest it first."
Le Mulan blinked in surprise. "That’s… all?"
She’d read about dual cultivation in the Great Library after hearing Xuan Ge talk about it. She remembered there was more to come.
Zhang Yu said gently: "You’ve just made the breakthrough. Don’t rush. We’ll take it slow."
Le Mulan sighed inwardly. Good. I don’t have the money to pay him now. Even if he’d do it for free, I can’t keep taking advantage.
Thinking back on how much she’d spent before and after passing the exam, she added: I’m broke for now…
But Second Layer’s Le family already agreed to lend me funds once they heard I passed the qualification.
And with the pharmacology internship coming up, once I’ve saved enough, I’ll come back to you, Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu glanced at the Dao Seed on Le Mulan’s chest. To replicate this Deep Cold Mana Vein, I’ll need to boost martial energy quality to 150%. That’s not something I can achieve in the short term.
…
On the 666th floor construction site, Zhang Yu moved like a shadow—his gale-force aura surging forward like a dragon’s strike, swiftly laying down vast networks of rebar.
Yu Xinghan sat nearby, facing the camera. "Hey everyone… I’m Yu Xinghan, a freshman in the Civil Engineering Department."
"Um… I’m recording this to document real-life construction site work."
"Just finished a long night’s shift—finally time to eat."
"Today’s meal? Cement No. 92…"
Li Xiao watched Yu Xinghan hungrily devouring the cement, then asked, "Massage?"
Yu Xinghan waved him off. "Can’t you see I’m busy?"
Li Xiao had to wait. After their last Massage session together, he’d realized just how effective it was—muscles no longer ached, bones stopped cracking, and both work and cultivation felt sharper, more energetic.
Meanwhile, Ying Xin passed by, her gaze lingering on Li Xiao. She sneered inwardly.
Since Zhang Yu had become the class’s third-ranked cultivator, Li Xiao had changed. Once obsessed with her and her circle, now he orbited around Zhang Yu.
Keep pushing… I wonder how many years you can keep this up.
Yu Xinghan finished filming, then jumped up. "Let’s go—Massage time!"
He practically dragged Li Xiao toward the Massage room, his Eye Armor flashing projections of Li Xuelian’s profile, pre-selecting her for the session.
Though intrigued by the senior sister, Yu Xinghan sensed she had no interest in him.
Back then, he’d felt frustrated. But now, he’d accepted it—after all, in his Eye Armor, he was the one in control.
…
Back in the dorm.
Yu Xinghan, Le Mulan, and Zhang Pianpian each fed Zhang Yu the pills they’d bought, then shared the fresh blood dripping from his fingertips.
Sensing the three layers of medicinal power within the blood, Zhang Pianpian was stunned. "This kind of drug metabolism… He’s only just at the early stage of Foundation Establishment?"
Recalling Zhang Yu’s performance at the Pharmaceutical Factory, she thought: My little brother keeps surprising me more and more.
Maybe in a few years, he’ll be able to help me with something big.
Zhang Yu felt a stir in his heart—his gaze flicked to Zhang Pianpian. He thought he’d just seen the Taiqing Fulu within her Dao Seed flicker again.
…
On the construction site.
With each palm strike, Zhang Yu’s aura formed precise templates that wrapped around the concrete, accelerating its hardening.
Meanwhile, the third eye behind his brow scrutinized every motion—perfectly replicating and reconstructing his movements.
This made every action flawless, as if measured by a ruler.
Even better, during replication, he could continuously accelerate—his movements growing faster and faster.
Zhang Yu mused: This Third Eye ability is perfect for cultivation—replicating my own techniques. It’s incredibly efficient.
Now I can train with less effort, maintain perfect form, speed up the process, and still get the Body Refinement benefits.
Every repetition satisfies the technique count requirement—while also refining my body.
Suddenly, a message popped up in his Eye Armor—sent from the Songyang Group.
Liu Ben from Jinzhou College: Liu Ben was severely injured in an explosion. Unable to afford medical fees, he’s currently deceased. Before dying, he asked us to send this message: “Help me! I just needed 3.2 Lingbi to revive! Please send me money—I’ll work to repay you!”
Lan Ling from Shanhe University: Fake news?
Zhao Tianxing from Fengdu University: Not a fake. His body is dead, but consciousness remains. If enough funds are raised, he can be saved.
Zhang Yu stared at the messages scrolling through the group chat. An explosion?
He remembered the blast in Wanfa University City. He recalled Zhang Pianpian and Tu Lishan’s warnings about university wars.
Zhang Yu thought grimly: Besides the Top Ten, other universities could easily get caught in these conflicts. Their security is nothing like the elite schools.
…
Back in the dorm.
Zhang Yu stared at Bai Zhenzhen’s projection on the screen. "In a few days, I’m heading to a remote construction site—probably two or three months before I return. I don’t know how good the network will be there. I might not be able to call you every day."
Bai Zhenzhen smiled. "I asked Mom. It’s actually a good thing Civil Engineering students go to construction sites. I’ll wait for you."
"But… you’ll probably be entering a combat zone. Just make sure you don’t leave the site."
"Also…" She leaned in close, her voice soft. "Extend your hand."
Zhang Yu obeyed. She pressed a string of characters into his palm.
Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow. "What’s this?"
Bai Zhenzhen said: "Flying Sword Code."
"Son, I can’t send you money right now—but I’ve prepared a Flying Sword for you. Should arrive in a couple of days. Enter this code, and you’ll gain control over the sword spirit."
Zhang Yu froze. "A Zhen… I’m a Civil Engineering student. Why would I need a Flying Sword?"
Bai Zhenzhen smiled. "I have plenty of Flying Swords. Take this one."
Zhang Yu frowned. "But the Immortal didn’t allow you to give things away freely. This sword…?"
She chuckled. "This one’s special. You’ll understand when you receive it."
(End of Chapter)
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