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Chapter 308: Mountain-Transferring Divine Power and the Green Silk Flying Sword
Zhang Yu continued listening, and soon realized that aside from the Three Insect Sinew-Strengthening Pill, the daily supply of six doses of medicine was almost entirely composed of substances that sacrificed health and lifespan in exchange for rapid power enhancement.
The project also offered numerous Techniques—each one harsh in side effects, designed to rapidly elevate a cultivator’s strength.
Yet what brought Zhang Yu a flicker of relief was that several of these Techniques belonged to the Tu Mu Holy Body.
Zhang Yu thought to himself: So that means I can learn the remaining three Techniques of the Tu Mu Holy Body—completely free of charge.
Fujie listened to Tu Lishan’s explanation and sighed, “They’re treating you like disposable tools. They’re ruthlessly pushing your limits in the short term, then exploiting your efforts to generate profit for them, with no regard for your long-term future at all.”
“But for the poor, this might still be a chance,” she added. “At least you earn money, and there’s a chance to repair the damage done to your body.”
“If you can’t even make a single coin, what good is a long life?”
Fujie shook her head again. “It’s just that there are too many college students these days. With so many geniuses flooding in every year, Wanfa University can afford to run this kind of game.”
After listing out the training details, Tu Lishan then introduced the several physicians standing nearby.
“These are the team doctors. They’ll monitor your health at all times and provide treatment when needed. Naturally, the cost is on you.”
Hearing this, the students in the room froze—faces paling as if they’d just glimpsed some monstrous fate.
Zhang Yu, listening to Tu Lishan’s words, finally understood the essence of the Civil Engineering Department’s training for these students:
It was a brutal formula—maximum medicine, most extreme conditions, highest pressure, relentless overtime—pushing them to extract every last ounce of potential.
And the team doctors? They were like hungry beasts trailing behind, ready to devour anyone whose body couldn’t endure the strain—turning them into piles of medical bills and kicking them out of the project entirely.
Tu Lishan looked at the crowd of students and sighed inwardly.
“Individually, they have no ability to regenerate.”
“But as a collective, the student body is renewable.”
“Some of them may not survive to graduation.”
“But the Civil Engineering Department will grow stronger year after year.”
“Especially in the coming years, as war expands, the demand for Civil Engineering will only surge. The investment poured into them will be repaid many times over—before long.”
…
After wrapping up the meeting, Tu Lishan moved to another conference room.
There, a young man in a Daoist robe stood on stage, the words “Build the World” inscribed on his robe—giving him the aura of someone who’d stepped out of ancient times.
But Tu Lishan knew that calling Director Gao “ancient” wasn’t far off. At over 800 years old, he truly was a relic from 800 years past.
That’s why Director Gao carried certain aesthetic sensibilities from antiquity.
Though his body was encased in over 300 pieces of Spirit Armor, each was custom-made from his own blood and flesh—so seamless and integrated that he appeared as if he wore no armor at all.
Then Tu Lishan turned his gaze to the six students seated below.
Unlike Zhang Yu’s group, these six—including Gong Shuijin—had each paid a 10 Lingbi registration fee. Their training costs were even higher, escalating with each level.
They would be personally trained by Director Gao himself—eating the most expensive medicines, practicing the most elite Techniques, mastering project management, control, and large-scale Daoist Construction Technology.
Tu Lishan understood: while Zhang Yu’s group was being molded into elite construction workers, these six were destined to become project managers and masters of high-tier Daoist Construction Technology.
…
Standing at the prow of the Flying Barge, Zhang Yu watched as students from every grade had already begun cultivating.
He looked down at the rapidly passing land beneath him, then glanced at his right index finger—where a faint smile tugged at his lips.
A black ring now adorned his finger.
But upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a solid ring at all—it was woven from countless thin filaments.
This was the Green Silk Flying Sword, a gift from Bai Zhenzhen, forged from seven strands of her hair.
Each strand carried a distinct sword intent—when drawn, it could temporarily erase one emotion from an opponent’s mind.
The Green Silk Flying Sword required no Martial Energy from Zhang Yu. It autonomously absorbed Spirit Energy daily, and each of its seven strands could unleash one strike per day.
Beyond its defensive function, its greatest purpose was connection—to the Ling Realm Network.
It was said that Tianjian University had stationed 84,000 Heaven-Scanning Flying Swords high in the skies of Kunxu Second Layer, forming a vast Ling Realm Network that spanned the entire realm.
With just a thought, Zhang Yu could activate the Green Silk Flying Sword and instantly link into that network via any of the Heaven-Scanning Swords.
Zhang Yu thought: A Zhen must be worried about me facing danger on the construction site. That’s why she gave me this sword—something that protects me, yet also connects me to the network.
After glancing at the Green Silk Flying Sword coiled around his finger, Zhang Yu immediately began cultivating.
…
Soon, the Flying Barge slowed and came to a halt.
Before them lay a vast ruin, belching thick, black smoke into the sky.
Zhang Yu recalled the project documents. This is the factory of Shanhe University, destroyed in the attack. Our task: clear this ruin and rebuild a Spirit Armor factory within three months.
But what was the original factory producing? I wonder if anything valuable remains...
Zhang Yu stared at the wreckage, seeing not ruins—but a treasure trove.
Then, a senior student stepped forward.
With each stride, his body swelled in size, his Martial Energy surging—within moments, he stood over ten meters tall.
That guy… he’s from Gong Shuijin’s group, right? Zhang Yu thought. His Technique… is it the Mountain Form Reality Chapter?
He knew this Technique well—it was also part of the Tu Mu Holy Body.
Unlike the temporary sinew-stretching Techniques of the Qi Cultivation Stage, the Mountain Form Reality Chapter allowed one’s body to temporarily expand far beyond physical limits through supernatural transformation.
The giant laughed heartily. “Some of you may know me, others may not. I’m Mo Ejin, seventh-year Foundation Establishment Class.”
“The landing zone is too unstable for the Barge to dock. Allow me to carry you down.”
In Zhang Yu’s curious gaze, Mo Ejin spread his arms wide—and a ripple of invisible force erupted from his body, spreading outward in all directions.
Instantly, every student’s luggage began floating into the air.
Zhang Yu felt his body lighten—then, he rose into the sky.
Just as he was bewildered by what was happening, Che Yufei shouted, “Control over Earthly Sorrow Gravity! That’s the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power!”
Mo Ejin smiled faintly. “Precisely the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power. Stay still—let me get you all down first.”
In that instant, Zhang Yu felt invisible forces tugging at him—pulling him forward through the air.
Not just him—every student, every bag, all lifted into the sky, soaring toward the ground with sharp whooshes.
As they descended, Mo Ejin hovered mid-air, gently guiding the group’s fall.
Then, with a single gesture, he reached out and grabbed a massive chunk of rubble—then slammed it skyward, launching it over a hundred meters away.
Zhang Yu stared in awe. Is this even Foundation Establishment Realm?
He double-checked Mo Ejin’s records—yes, he was still only a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Che Yufei exhaled in disbelief. “Military-grade Technique… This guy alone could replace dozens of my laborers.”
Gong Shuijin watched, eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power… I must master this. Just moving mountains and shifting Spirit Veins—how much could I earn?”
As the group landed on the cleared ground, they immediately began organizing, following their assigned tasks—clearing debris and building a makeshift camp.
Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor displayed the Mountain Form Reality Chapter Technique, the one he’d selected from the project’s offered resources.
The reason? It was part of the Tu Mu Holy Body—and more importantly, it allowed him to cultivate while working.
First, reach Level 20 of this Technique to unlock the Second Layer effect of the Civil Engineering Technique.
Zhang Yu circulated Martial Energy through his body. His frame swelled slightly—but after completing the full form, his body snapped back to normal.
His first attempt failed.
But he had learned the Technique.
Mountain Form Reality Chapter – Level 1
On the second attempt, Zhang Yu felt his flesh transform under the flow of Martial Energy—changing into a substance with incredible elasticity. With a strong surge of power, he could inflate his body like a balloon.
But he didn’t do that. Instead, he kept the Technique running—while simultaneously doing his assigned chores.
Meanwhile, Gong Shuijin glanced at Zhang Yu, who was digging through soil.
Why is my friend hanging out with those disposable laborers? he wondered. I heard he’s obsessed with construction site work—skipping Director Gao’s classes altogether…
Someone who can afford Shican Modong should be spending money on Dao Arts services, not sweating on dirt.
But then, Director Gao’s voice rang out: “The manual labor doesn’t concern you. Pay attention—construction begins with locating the Array Base Point.”
“The key? Finding the right Spirit Vein, guiding Spirit Energy, and laying the first Spirit Energy Circuit Pipe.”
Hearing this, Gong Shuijin snapped his attention to the front—fully engrossed.
Though he still wondered about Zhang Yu, Gong Shuijin’s focus was on his own future.
Now chosen as a key trainee, his confidence soared.
His goal? Win against Ji Yuanchi in three months—become the top cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Class.
(End of Chapter)
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