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Chapter 307: Field Construction Site
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Half a month slipped by in the blink of an eye, and suddenly it was already December.
During this time, Zhang Yu had spent a considerable amount of Lingbi.
Right now, he sat cross-legged in his dorm, holding a pale jade-colored round bead in his hands, feeling the warm, serene flow of Martial Energy within it.
This was a Xuanzao Relic he’d rented—a mystical artifact capable of storing and retrieving Martial Energy. According to the manufacturer, each relic was said to be the result of a master’s cremation, with only one or two produced per master, making every bead truly one-of-a-kind.
But after asking Zhang Pianpian, Zhang Yu learned the truth: these relics were mass-produced artificial items. A single materials expert at Jinguang University could produce over a hundred in a year.
Though not as miraculous as advertised, it was more than enough for Zhang Yu’s needs.
Each Xuanzao Relic could store up to 10,000 units of Martial Energy. The one he’d rented was already full—10,000 units of Martial Energy with a quality rating of 200%.
While some energy inevitably leaked over time, it was still sufficient for Zhang Yu to absorb high-quality energy daily for an entire month.
He had spent 4.5 Lingbi to rent three such relics—just in case he needed to maintain his Martial Energy quality during his time at the remote Construction Site.
Of course, once he returned, he’d have to return the relics on time. Otherwise, the rental fees would increase.
To avoid forgetting, Zhang Yu mentally spoke to Fujie:
“Fujie, remind me to return these relics when I get back.”
For extra insurance, he set multiple alarm reminders on his Eye Armor—just like the frugal trick Yu Xinghan had taught him: time your returns to the last possible moment, cancel subscription services right before the renewal date, and use multiple alarms at different times to prevent any oversight and avoid wasting Lingbi.
After confirming that all three relics were fully charged and their energy quality remained stable, Zhang Yu picked up another recently arrived item—the Jade Box.
Inside, a jade-green insect lay curled within a crystal cocoon.
This was the Bilin Bug he’d rented for three months at a cost of 2.55 Lingbi.
Though it looked like a real insect, it was actually a magical artifact.
As Yun Jing had explained, it was a bio-mimetic relic modeled after the famous insects from Tianyao University—originally developed to help spirit roots evolve, such as progressing from Earth Spirit Root to Celestial Spirit Root, or even to Divine Spirit Root.
But so far, the research had failed. Experts estimated it would take another century and tens of thousands of Lingbi before any breakthrough occurred.
However, while the Bilin Bug couldn’t yet trigger evolution, it could enhance the fusion degree of a spirit root.
Zhang Yu swallowed it.
The crystal instantly dissolved, and the Bilin Bug activated immediately, burrowing straight into his dantian and crawling up to his Qi Hai Linggen.
As his Qi Hai Linggen began sharing tiny threads of Spirit Energy with the bug, the creature reciprocated with a faint trickle of primordial energy—forming a peculiar symbiotic bond.
Since Zhang Yu had already raised his Qi Hai Linggen’s fusion degree to 90%, he’d noticed his spirit root had begun to stagnate. Ordinary methods were now barely effective.
He realized this was because the final stages of fusion involved the most minute parts of the body—processes that naturally slowed over time.
But now, thanks to the Bilin Bug, he began to feel a tingling itch across many parts of his body—like flesh and blood were actively regenerating.
He knew: the Qi Hai Linggen was finally growing again, fusing into those tiny, overlooked regions.
“With this, it should only take two or three more months before my spirit root fusion reaches 100%,” Zhang Yu thought. “My Qi Hai Linggen will be completely fused with me—no longer separate.”
“Then my Martial Energy control and Spirit Energy efficiency will each improve by about 10%.”
Even without Dao Arts services available in the wild, his spirit root fusion degree would still grow.
Zhang Yu mentally calculated:
“With this, my Martial Energy quality and spirit root fusion won’t fall behind during the Construction Site stay.”
“Physical Strength Level? The Jiuyu Zhenyue Belt is more than enough.”
“What about Dao Heart?”
He glanced at the Spiritual Interface Mask beside him.
As long as the Construction Site had Lingjie Network coverage, he could use Lingjie services to assist in refining his Dao Heart.
In addition, he had packed several boxes of emergency medicine, three crates of Spirit Stones to support his Breathing Technique, and that alone had cost nearly 1.6 Lingbi.
Of course, during these past two weeks, Zhang Yu hadn’t just prepared for the field trip—he’d also spent heavily on Taoist Arts services and spiritual world services, further boosting his cultivation.
Now his stats were:
Dao Heart Level 12 (90.6% progress),
Martial Energy 425.5,
Martial Energy Quality 136%,
Physical Strength Level 12.63.
He’d also purchased and practiced new techniques, raising his Tu Mu Holy Body Technique to 7 out of 8 required stages—just one more to unlock a new effect.
Feeling the steady rise of his power, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but sigh:
“Lingbi is truly powerful. With my legendary talent, if I keep this up, I could reach the peak of Foundation Establishment within one or two years.”
But then he checked his account balance—10.3 Lingbi left.
His heart sank.
“Still… Lingbi really doesn’t last long.”
And just one day before departure, Bai Zhenzhen’s Flying Sword finally arrived.
...
Early December.
Having submitted his leave request, applied for Network class, packed his luggage, and said goodbye to Yu Xinghan, Le Mulan, and Zhang Pianpian, Zhang Yu boarded the Flying Barge with dozens of students and faculty from the Civil Engineering Department.
Their journey to the remote Construction Site had begun—set to last three months.
As soon as they boarded, the students were split into two groups, each directed to different meeting rooms for orientation.
Tu Lishan entered the room where Zhang Yu was seated, surveying the group of fellow students—mostly struggling, underfunded peers.
He thought: Director Gao must already be in a meeting with Gong Shuijin and the others.
“Sigh… When will I get to teach a class full of wealthy elites? No more stuck with these poor souls every day.”
Shaking off the thought, Tu Lishan smiled at the students.
“Everyone, you’ve been handpicked by Director Gao from across all grades—true elites. I’m looking forward to what you’ll achieve over the next three months.”
“I’ll create a group chat now. Any updates or announcements will go there.”
“Also, please download the documents I’ve sent. They contain your assigned tasks for the project, as well as your training plan for the next three months.”
Zhang Yu glanced at the file.
His brows twitched slightly.
Tu Lishan continued:
“Everyone knows the truth—our Civil Engineering Department is tough, exhausting, but never poor.”
“Work hard, endure hardship, and we’ll give you every chance to earn Lingbi.”
Then his tone turned serious.
“Now, I’ll be honest: this project has a death quota.”
He looked around the room. Behind each student, his Eye Armor displayed their personal debt and savings.
Seeing those numbers, Tu Lishan saw not just students—but individuals brimming with extraordinary spiritual potential.
One senior student spoke up:
“Tu Teacher, no need to scare us.”
“Even if we ignore the suicide rate, the demonic corruption rate, the murder rate, and the bankruptcy rate, we’re still the top in sudden death rate. In our line of work… who’s afraid of dying?”
“Huh?” Zhang Yu thought. Is this really a construction site?
He turned to the speaker—white-haired, wrinkled face, looking like a hundred-year-old man.
But apart from his face, the rest of his body was almost entirely made of Spirit Armor—so age was no longer a visible factor.
Tu Lishan smiled.
“Che Yufei is absolutely right. If you’re afraid of death, why even pursue the Dao?”
“With Lingbi, you can come back from death. You can reverse aging. You can extend your lifespan.”
“Lingbi is everything. And you all know your own situation. To earn Lingbi, you must push yourselves.”
“Now, the department is giving you this chance.”
“To keep up with the times, to stay competitive in the future market, we’re using the most effective, strictest, most Daoist, and most demanding methods possible—maximizing your potential, sharpening your skills, and boosting your cultivation.”
At that moment, the first meal of the journey was served.
Each student received a small white pill.
Zhang Yu stared at it, faintly seeing movement within—the pill’s interior seemed to pulse with tiny creatures wriggling beneath the surface.
Tu Lishan said:
“For the next three months, the department will provide all six meals daily.”
“Today’s first meal: the Three Insect Sinew-Strengthening Pill.”
“After taking it, your Martial Energy and Qi-blood consumption will spike—but if you can endure it, it’s like carrying weight. It constantly stimulates your potential, making your body stronger.”
Before he finished speaking, a student had already swallowed the pill.
Around him, others followed suit.
Zhang Yu took one too.
The moment it hit his stomach, a searing pain erupted—like something was gnawing at his internal organs.
His stamina and Martial Energy began to drop slightly.
To resist this loss, he had to push harder in his Breathing Technique, forcing himself to tap deeper into his inner reserves.
“And…” Zhang Yu thought, grimacing at the discomfort, “this will cause illness if taken too long.”
Sure enough, Tu Lishan added:
“Long-term use of the Three Insect Sinew-Strengthening Pill can damage your endocrine system, cardiovascular system, and Spirit Root. It may cause arrhythmia or Spirit Root overload. If you experience symptoms, stop taking it immediately.”
Zhang Yu focused, using his activated flesh to heal the micro-damage in his organs, gradually proving he could withstand the pill’s toll.
(End of Chapter)
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