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Chapter 309: Mortality Rate and Disease Rate
A vast stretch of rubble had been cleared, the ground leveled, and then, with the coordinated effort of numerous Foundation Establishment Cultivators, a series of makeshift dormitories rose one after another.
Zhang Yu was assigned a six-person room. Just as he carried his luggage inside, he spotted a silver-haired student named Che Yufei, and beside him, a beast-blooded cultivator with a thick, shaggy beard.
Seeing Zhang Yu enter, Che Yufei smiled. “Freshman? I’m a sixth-year, Che Yufei.”
He gestured toward the beast-blooded student beside him. “This is Shi Yunxiang, a fourth-year.”
Then, without warning, Che Yufei shoved a handful of Dao Heart Buffer Capsules into Zhang Yu’s hands. “Want some?”
Zhang Yu shook his head, smiling. “Too easy to become dependent on. Not really my thing.”
Though he possessed an extraordinary tolerance for medicinal substances, Zhang Yu had never been fond of Dao Heart buffering drugs.
Che Yufei blinked, eyeing him with mild surprise. He hadn’t expected a university student—especially one from the Civil Engineering Department—to reject such a staple.
Beside him, Shi Yunxiang snatched the capsules from Che Yufei’s hand and popped them in his mouth. With the air of a veteran, he said, “Kid, I was just like you in my first year—thought all the suffering in high school had made me bulletproof.”
He let out a dry chuckle, savoring the sharp, electric rush spreading through his mind. “But once the project really kicks off, you’ll realize those high school struggles? Nothing. Absolute nothing.”
He took a deep breath. “You won’t survive without this stuff.”
Zhang Yu didn’t argue. He didn’t dispute it. It was just good advice, even if he personally preferred not to rely on such drugs.
Seeing Zhang Yu’s calm demeanor, Che Yufei and Shi Yunxiang exchanged glances but said nothing. In their minds, it wouldn’t take long before Zhang Yu collapsed under the strain—then he’d be begging for more buffer capsules than either of them.
Soon, the other five roommates arrived. Zhang Yu took a quick survey and realized Che Yufei, the sixth-year, was the oldest among them.
Four were Second Layer cultivators. Only Zhang Yu was a First Layer, and one other had come from the Third Layer.
After brief introductions, conversation fizzled out. Some immersed themselves in studies, others practiced their Breathing Techniques, and a few stepped outside to begin their Cultivation.
After wandering the area for a while, Zhang Yu frowned and asked, “There’s no restroom here?”
Che Yufei chuckled, thinking: Definitely a delicate freshman.
“You haven’t undergone body refinement? Or installed Spirit Armor? Doesn’t matter…”
He pointed toward the construction site. “There are restrooms all over the place. Just find an empty spot outside—piss wherever you want.”
After a brief rest, everyone gathered for their first dinner at the construction site.
Zhang Yu stared at the list of medications that appeared in his Eye Armor—each one meticulously detailed with functions, side effects, and animated overlays on a human model showing where the damage would occur.
There was the Fenxin Pill, which boosted Qi concentration and enhanced muscle development—but at the cost of increased heart strain. Long-term use risked cardiovascular disease. On the model, a large red patch bloomed over the heart.
Then there was the Yinsha Fusu Pill, which increased the coldness of Martial Energy but slowly eroded bones and marrow. Long-term use led to anemia, fever, even leukemia.
And the Shi Jin Gan Mai Powder—tearing and reconstructing the meridians to accelerate Martial Energy flow—but it placed immense pressure on the liver, increasing susceptibility to bacterial and viral infections.
Zhang Yu noticed something else: every time he selected a drug, a number beneath the model changed.
Sudden Death Probability: 0.06%
Leukemia Risk: 0.012%
Septicemia Risk: 0.034%
He understood instantly—these were real-time calculations of the danger posed by the drugs he was choosing.
As he took more pills, the risks climbed higher and higher.
Fujie, observing through Zhang Yu’s Spirit Armor, murmured, “Not bad. They’re thoughtful—don’t let you ruin just one organ. Spread the strain out, maximize longevity.”
She added, “The Civil Engineering Department is actually fairly humane. Just this one service alone raises student lifespan significantly.”
After selecting a five-drug combo, Zhang Yu waited a moment. Soon, the meal arrived.
Che Yufei watched, concerned. “Newbie, take it easy.”
Zhang Yu smiled faintly. “No problem. I’ve got a high tolerance for medicine.”
Che Yufei waved it off. Everyone who got into Wanfa University can handle the dosage. He thought: Wait until you hit the infirmary once—you’ll learn your lesson.
Zhang Yu switched his Chain Law Diagram set to University Holy Body, then swallowed the pills.
Instantly, a torrent of scorching Medicinal Power erupted from his lower abdomen, surging through his limbs and body like a raging flood, pounding against his organs, muscles, and bones.
The heat was overwhelming. Zhang Yu felt as if a fire were building in his chest, threatening to burst out.
Damn, this Medicinal Power is fierce.
Without hesitation, he stepped outside and began cultivating the Chunqiu Wujin Chan technique to dissipate the energy.
He noticed many other students from the poor class doing the same after eating—each one immediately starting their cultivation.
As Chunqiu Wujin Chan flowed through him, the Medicinal Power surged back and forth within his body. His muscles and bones, under the drug’s catalytic effect, began to show signs of growth and renewal.
But he also felt his heart pounding wildly. Internal organs registered subtle, invisible damage.
He immediately activated the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique in his mind, channeling his body’s self-repair mechanisms to counteract the side effects.
Meanwhile, across the site, Gong Shuijin was just beginning his first dinner.
But unlike Zhang Yu’s team—swallowing potent, high-risk drugs to extract every ounce of potential—Gong Shuijin and his peers consumed medications that had been meticulously filtered, optimized, and tailored to their individual physiology and cultivation styles.
Each pill was like a sacred relic, protecting their bodies, preserving their vitality, building up their strength for a future breakthrough.
Of course, such personalized care came at a steep price.
Gong Shuijin glanced out the window at Zhang Yu and the others, refining their bodies in the open air. To him, they looked like a cracked, empty bottle—being squeezed relentlessly, trying to force out a drop of water despite having none to spare.
No real potential—so they have to push, force, and torture their bodies just to extract a fraction of power.
In contrast, his own body strengthened naturally under the medicine.
With real potential, you don’t need to do anything. The power just flows out on its own.
…
After dinner, a wave of Divine Power mixed with Spirit Energy swept across the entire construction site.
Fujie stirred. “The Ling Realm Network is up.”
Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor flashed—Tu Lishan had sent a network notification.
The students followed the site’s schedule, beginning their day’s Ling Realm class.
Zhang Yu’s heart leapt. So it really does work—this site can connect to the network.
Then, the price popped up.
Ten times the normal rate.
His jaw clenched. Damn, that’s outrageous.
He quickly sent a safety message to Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Pianpian, then requested class notes and materials from Yu Xinghan—before immediately disconnecting.
The “class materials” were simply recordings of that day’s lectures.
They were required to watch the entire day’s content at ten times the normal speed—so they could maximize time for cultivation and work.
Watching the videos, Zhang Yu saw teachers speaking at lightning speed, their figures flashing across the screen like afterimages.
He absorbed the knowledge, thinking: This actually works. Saves me so much time.
But then he paused. Wait… did Yu Xinghan send me the wrong file? This looks like his own recording.
He stared at the video—recorded through Yu Xinghan’s Spirit Armor.
Damn it… why does he keep filming Ying Xin? I want the actual lectures, not his personal vlogs!
…
Meanwhile, Yu Xinghan was checking the view count on his short video.
Again, the Ying Xin clips get the most views?
He mused: Maybe next time I should film a massage parlor review instead…
…
Back at the site, Zhang Yu and Che Yufei finished their online class and prepared to start work.
But Gong Shuijin’s class had only just begun.
With lighter daily workloads, Gong Shuijin and his peers had more time for study.
At this moment, Gong Shuijin’s consciousness had already entered the Deep Ling Realm, receiving direct guidance from his teachers.
And after paying extra, he wasn’t just getting one-on-one tutoring—he had a classroom so realistically simulated that it reached 99% fidelity.
It felt just like real-life instruction, as if the teachers were standing before him in person.
As he continued to invest, the pace of the training space accelerated—first to 2x, then 4x, and eventually, as his consciousness adapted, surged all the way to 10x.
That meant, within the Ling Realm, he could learn ten times longer than in the physical world.
Gong Shuijin was used to it. With enough money, time itself could be accelerated. Time, too, could be bought.
…
On the ruins, students from the poor class had already begun their first night’s work—clearing rubble.
Their goal: clear the entire industrial zone within half a month, preparing the ground for the new factory.
Tu Lishan’s reminder appeared in Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor:
> This area was once the Puppet Factory of Shanhe University.
> It was destroyed in a raid by several Jin Dan-level cultivators.
> All production lines were obliterated.
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> Though time has passed, traces of Jin Dan-level Martial Energy may still linger.
>
> The factory’s Defense Array and Fengshui Array might still be partially active.
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> Also, the puppet-making process involved heavy pollution materials—handling them requires extreme caution.
Zhang Yu inhaled deeply. His Martial Energy circled his body once, and he activated the Mountain Form Reality Chapter, making his body subtly swell.
He moved carefully through the ruins, his aura flaring as he shattered wall fragments and cleared debris.
(End of Chapter)
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