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Chapter 310: Zhang Yu Steals a Snack
At that moment, a sudden rumble echoed from afar. Zhang Yu turned his head and saw a wave of frigid energy surge into the sky, instantly freezing half of a senior student’s body.
But the next instant, the senior roared fiercely, his entire form blazing with firelight, suppressing the cold energy completely.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Phew… lucky it’s been a while since the Jin Dan residue decayed. If that had hit me earlier, I wouldn’t have survived.”
The sight sent a wave of caution through the onlookers. Zhang Yu activated his Third Eye Ability, maintaining a full 360-degree awareness, ever vigilant for any sign of danger.
Just as Zhang Yu summoned a gust of spiritual energy and swept away another chunk of rubble, a sudden chill washed over him.
Beneath the shattered wall, a steel beam wrapped in layers of bloody flesh pulsed rhythmically—rising and falling as if breathing.
At the same time, an intense aura of resentment, thick enough to be seen with the naked eye, poured from the metal in waves, spreading outward in all directions.
Zhang Yu frowned. “Resentment?”
Fujie chimed in, “Be careful. That much hatred—if it enters your body, you’ll be sick for days. Worst case, it could trigger mental collapse, even cause your Dao Heart to regress.”
At that moment, several senior students arrived on the scene. Che Yufei said, “It’s cursed alloy used in puppet construction.”
Zhang Yu asked, “Should we ask Tu Teacher how to handle it?”
Che Yufei slapped Zhang Yu’s shoulder, excitement in his voice. “Why bother the teacher? I’ll just ask the scrap dealer what it’s worth tonight.”
“Same old deal—teacher takes 50%, the rest we split evenly.”
Watching the seniors’ casual demeanor, Zhang Yu suddenly gained a deeper understanding of the Civil Engineering Department.
Moments later, another massive explosion echoed through the air. A giant metallic hand shot up from the ruins, smashing a Foundation Establishment student into the sky—spewing blood from every orifice, limbs shattered beyond repair.
Zhang Yu later learned the victim had unearthed a half-finished puppet arm. The moment he touched it, the limb activated and launched him like a cannonball.
As Zhang Yu grabbed a beam, his Third Eye Ability detected strange fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual energy.
He instantly activated Shican Modong, and the world slowed to a crawl in his vision.
Then he saw it—the ground beneath his feet slowly rising, like the earth itself had transformed into a vast mouth, swallowing him whole.
Zhanmo Yunshou Gong roared to life, unleashing a 1.0-level physical enhancement. Combined with Zhang Yu’s own strength, he shot forward in a blur.
The spot where he’d stood was now buried under a small mound of earth.
Zhang Yu exhaled silently in relief. “A Factory Defense Array?”
He glanced down at the half-beam in his hand, a flicker of joy crossing his face. This material was clearly no ordinary scrap.
But after a moment’s thought, he looked at the vast wreckage before him and decided against handling it himself. Instead, he went straight to find Che Yufei.
Che Yufei grinned when he saw the beam Zhang Yu handed over. He patted Zhang Yu’s shoulder. “Good boy. Knows the rules. Once the scrap payment clears, I’ll send you your share right away.”
Zhang Yu asked, “What kind of material is this?”
Che Yufei answered casually, “Oh, this? Third-grade special alloy steel—high load-bearing, often used for beams and pillars…”
And so, amid the ruins filled with lingering Jin Dan martial energy, hazardous puppet-making materials, and the remnants of a protective array, Zhang Yu continued cultivating, clearing debris, and collecting materials—learning their properties under Che Yufei’s guidance.
Though the dangers were constant, thanks to his Third Eye Ability, Shican Modong’s time-dilation effect, and the incredible resilience granted by Tu Mu Holy Body, Zhang Yu managed to stay relatively safe.
…
By the time Zhang Yu and the others had worked through the night and were about to start their third meal of the day, Mo Ejin and the others finally finished their Network class and began their work and cultivation.
“Alright, I’ll start,” Mo Ejin said, waving to the group before nodding at Gong Shuijin. “Good luck, junior brother Gong. Keep pushing.”
Mo Ejin knew Gong Shuijin was Director Gao’s top candidate—a student cultivating the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power. Ever since their first meeting, Mo Ejin had made a point of showing goodwill to the fellow student whose name shared a character with his own.
Under Gong Shuijin’s eager gaze, Mo Ejin floated into midair. As his palms formed seals, the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power erupted violently—uprooting trees, shifting stone layers of the first terrain level.
Gong Shuijin understood: Mo Ejin was subtly adjusting the mountain’s contours and tectonic flow, aiming to manipulate the spiritual vein.
“If spiritual veins are like rivers,” Mo Ejin explained mentally, “then reshaping the land is like redirecting the riverbed—refining the flow to prepare for array construction.”
Next, Gong Shuijin looked around. One senior transformed into a colossal dragon, carving a tunnel through the earth, creating a path for underground transport. Another clasped his hands, unleashing a scorching energy field that covered a hundred meters, melting and refining tons of recycled metal into fresh building materials.
Gong Shuijin thought to himself: Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power—no need to explain. The legendary martial art of Wanfa University’s Civil Engineering Department.
Then there’s Xingxiao Chongmai Fa, Chihuo Xuanyan Shen Gong—both expensive, requiring rare pills, spirit armor, and deep cultivation foundations. They demand long-term investment, but once mastered, they bring fast Lingbi returns with minimal physical toll.
He realized: it wasn’t that the department’s teachers didn’t want to train poorer students. It was simply that those students couldn’t afford the cost. They couldn’t even begin.
So they were forced to learn self-destructive techniques—pushing their bodies to the brink, burning through their potential early on.
At first, the gap wasn’t too wide. But soon, their progress stalled. The wealthy students soared ahead, and their daily construction income became ten, even a hundred times greater.
Watching the seniors perform with effortless mastery, Gong Shuijin felt a fire ignite within him. With full resolve, he turned toward his own workstation.
He spread his arms wide. The newly implanted Hand Spirit Armor flared with two powerful vortexes, synchronizing with his newly mastered Technique—Jiudi Youming Jin.
In an instant, cement, sand, ore powder, spirit stones, and other materials were sucked into the whirlwind, forming a massive gray dragon storm that shot skyward.
Director Gao approached, observing silently. He gave a slight nod. “Remember—concrete mix must be adjusted based on site conditions, array requirements, and the type of spiritual vein.”
…
As Gong Shuijin and the others began their work, the massive commotion drew Zhang Yu’s attention.
He watched the storm of dust and debris, the skyward swirls of soil and stone, the ground trembling beneath his feet.
A wistful sigh escaped him. “Compared to these guys, we’re just ordinary construction workers.”
No… more like giant engineering machines.
He shook his head and refocused on his own task.
Another day passed. The students were granted a one-hour break.
Zhang Yu first switched his Chain Law Diagram set to University Holy Body, took his medicine, then returned to his room to switch to Martial Dao Holy Embryo for accelerated self-recovery.
He mused: As my cultivation grows, the effect of the Martial Dao Holy Embryo is weakening.
Of course. A Qi Cultivation Stage set can’t last forever.
He opened the Spiritual Realm Network, replying to incoming messages one by one.
At that moment, Che Yufei and the others walked in.
Che Yufei looked at Zhang Yu. “What are you doing here? You can’t work nonstop and cultivate forever. You need to relax sometimes.”
“The massage room’s set up. There’s a special deal today. Come on, let’s go.”
Zhang Yu, already under the dual effects of Martial Dao Holy Embryo and body activation, shook his head without hesitation. He wasn’t about to waste money.
Che Yufei pressed on. “No massage after work? How do you expect to survive long? How do you earn more Lingbi?”
“Come on, everyone’s going,” Shi Yunxiang said, already heading out. “I’m going first.”
Seeing Zhang Yu’s repeated refusals, Che Yufei sighed and gave up, leaving without another word.
Then, his Eye Armor lit up with a message from Bai Zhenzhen:
> Bai Zhenzhen: Yu-zi, done with work?
> Zhang Yu: Yeah. I’ll do my breathing technique in a bit, then I’m going straight to overtime. Network fees are high—better to shut it down later.
> Bai Zhenzhen: I heard the Civil Engineering Department all get massages after work to relieve physical strain. You’re not going?
> Zhang Yu: My colleagues do. I don’t. Not necessary.
> Bai Zhenzhen: Are you sure? You really should. Don’t ruin your body.
> Zhang Yu: Nah, no point spending money on that.
> Bai Zhenzhen: Sigh… Mom’s useless. Can’t even afford her son’s massage.
> Zhang Yu: Focus on cultivation. Once I make it big, I’ll repay you properly. See you next time, Dad.
After a brief chat, Zhang Yu ended his active breathing session. His body felt restored. With a renewed sense of purpose, he stepped back into the ruins alone.
For the next few days, Zhang Yu lived on a cycle of medicine, cultivation, and overtime—enduring constant danger while simultaneously breaking and rebuilding himself.
He grew increasingly familiar with the materials scattered through the ruins. During his classmates’ massage breaks, he seized every chance to scavenge and consume.
His first target? No. 20 Lingfa Miguang Steel—the special alloy once used to shield puppet cores.
This mystical steel resisted explosions and impacts, evenly absorbed martial force, and matched the strength of a Foundation Establishment Stage peak body-refiner.
If he could use the Foundation Establishment-level digestion capacity granted by the University Holy Body, combined with his 20-level Shi Tu Shen Gong, to refine this steel into his bones, he’d forge a skeleton capable of dominating even the toughest Foundation Establishment foes.
But when Zhang Yu finally found a small piece, he realized he couldn’t digest it properly. Even after ten or fifteen days, he’d only strengthen a few finger bones.
He pondered: What now? Try another technique? Use a digestion-enhancing pill?
He weighed each option, then dismissed them all.
Then it hit him: The University Holy Body gives me great digestion, but my digestive tract’s base physical strength still limits me.
To speed up the process, I need to make my gut stronger—tougher. Like giving it a First Layer armor.
His eyes flashed.
Instantly, a flood of material data surged through his mind.
(End of Chapter)
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