Chapter 311: Superior Tu Mu Holy Body (88)
Zhang Yu was a freshman in the Civil Engineering Department—and a survival master on construction sites. Over the past few months, his obsession had been chasing down wild delicacies from the ruins. To secure the freshest, most delicious, and most valuable ingredients, he’d risked his life time and again.
Just days ago, he’d boarded a Flying Barge and traveled thousands of miles to reach this perilous post-war wasteland.
Spanning over a thousand mu, the land was riddled with residual Jin Dan Martial Energy, still-functioning array formations, and invisible but deadly pollutants. Heatwaves, explosions, diseases—every hazard imaginable lurked in wait, relentlessly testing the limits of his will.
If ever overwhelmed by these dangers, Zhang Yu would be sent straight to the team doctor, ending his latest expedition in a single breath.
But the true threat wasn’t just the environment. It was the hunters—other Civil Engineering Department seniors, stronger, older, and far more experienced. They could easily snatch his hard-earned food with a single swipe.
To avoid their competition, Zhang Yu had to venture deeper into untouched zones, searching for rare ingredients no one else dared to touch.
Now, he moved cautiously through the ruins, his Third Eye Ability fully active, scanning every shadow and sound. A swirling aura of clouds pulsed around him as he passed over shattered debris, strange machine parts, and exploded equipment.
He picked up metallic fragments glowing with a faint sheen, or odd tools whose purpose he couldn’t guess. After quick assessment, he’d toss them aside without hesitation.
In this dangerous wasteland, food always hid in the most forgotten corners.
Suddenly, Zhang Yu’s gaze flickered—something caught his eye.
With a swift motion, Wuxiang Yun'gang shot forth as spiraling streams of energy, snatching a cylindrical object into his grasp.
It was a module from a puppet production line. Inside, the Shiyuan Gel Membrane possessed exceptional resistance—acid-proof, heat-resistant, impact-resistant. The very ingredient Zhang Yu had been chasing for days.
He ran his fingers over the inner lining, cross-referencing his recent knowledge and experience. A grin spread across his face as he began carefully preparing this gift of nature.
With a flick of his index finger, the Green Silk Flying Sword wrapped around his fingertip ignited instantly. A streak of light sliced through the cylinder, splitting it into dozens of pieces.
The blade retracted back to his finger, lifeless once more—its power exhausted. It would take a full day and night of Spirit Energy recovery before it could be used again.
Zhang Yu sighed in relief. “Good thing A Zhen gave me this sword. Otherwise, even if I found these materials, processing them would’ve taken forever.”
He opened his mouth and swallowed the Shiyuan Gel Membrane fragments whole.
Though hunger gnawed at him, he didn’t immediately activate his University Holy Body or start cultivating Shi Tu Shen Gong. He knew: fully digesting food in the wild would leave him dangerously weak.
So instead, he stored the gel deep within his stomach, saving it for post-shift processing.
Moments later, he found a broken pipe—three Green Silk Flying Swords later, he finally managed to cut it open.
“No. 15 Lingfa Secret Steel… a weakened version of No. 20 Secret Steel, but still required three cuts.”
“Indeed, I’m still far from being able to digest No. 20 Secret Steel.”
He swallowed the fragments of No. 15 steel, thinking: “Like No. 20, I’ll store this for now. Once my digestive system is fortified by Shiyuan Gel Membrane, I’ll use this to further strengthen it—then I’ll be ready to try the real thing.”
Thus, day after day, he cleared ruins, collected ingredients, and processed them—until the final shift arrived.
While others rushed off to massage, Zhang Yu buried his haul in a pre-dug pit. Then, he took out a portion of the Shiyuan Gel Membrane, switched into his University Holy Body, and activated Shi Tu Shen Gong—commencing full digestion of this rare feast.
“Too bad there’s no medicinal supplement.”
Still, he knew the wild wasn’t a place for luxury. Shaking his head, he focused his Martial Energy, pushing through the digestion.
Thread by thread, the Shiyuan Gel Membrane was refined and absorbed into his stomach, layer by layer, reinforcing its toughness and resilience—like fitting his gut with a First Layer armor.
With each absorbed fragment, his digestive power grew stronger, transforming his inner organs into a relentless grinding machine, pulverizing every foreign substance that dared enter.
Over the next few days, Zhang Yu pushed himself to collect, refine, and process every scrap of food. Within just over a week, fueled by the Foundation Establishment-level digestion power of his University Holy Body and his 20-level Food-Eating Saint Art, he had infused over ten Lingbi worth of Shiyuan Gel Membrane into his esophagus, stomach, and intestines—hardening them into walls of iron.
So, on the eve of the ruins’ final cleanup, he finally attempted to digest No. 15 Secret Steel.
First, he spent seven Green Silk Flying Swords, reducing the metal into hundreds of microscopic fragments. Then, he swallowed them all, unleashing the storm of violent Martial Energy from Shi Tu Shen Gong—channeling it through his peak Foundation Establishment digestion.
But even with all that power, the process was grueling. The steel resisted, shrinking only a fraction at a time.
Frustrated, Zhang Yu activated Zhanmo Yunshou Gong, temporarily boosting his Physical Strength Level by 1.0.
Instantly, his internal organs erupted like a volcano—raw, overwhelming force surging through his body. The grinding machine of his digestive system, now amplified by both Martial Energy and enhanced strength, began tearing into the steel.
Then, he activated his 20-level Wuji Zhen Chan, using high-frequency vibrations to accelerate the entire process.
As the last traces of No. 15 Secret Steel were absorbed, merging with the Shiyuan Gel Membrane to further reinforce his stomach, Zhang Yu finally felt satisfaction.
“This much effort just to digest No. 15… What will No. 20 Secret Steel be like when I finally refine it into my bones?”
Days later, the ruins were cleared. The site moved into Phase Two: construction of the Spirit Armor factory.
With that, Alchemy Academy staff and architecture department members began arriving. Unlike the Civil Engineering Department, whose goal was training students, this project was purely profit-driven for them. And since their roles were mostly design, supervision, and quality control, they didn’t send many people.
Without danger looming, Zhang Yu operated his University Holy Body during work, using the time to practice and refine his Tu Mu Holy Body Technique.
Previously, he’d kept the Tu Mu Holy Body active constantly for security—slowing his Mountain Form Reality Chapter cultivation. Now, with that burden lifted, his progress surged forward.
Under the operation of Mountain Form Reality Chapter, his body swelled once more. With each punch, he hammered steel beams into place.
As his senior classmates walked away, his Eye Armor displayed a warning: “This one is 1.3mm—too thick. Must not exceed 1.0mm.”
That day, he pushed Mountain Form Reality Chapter to Level 10.
After reaching Level 10, Zhang Yu felt a new ability awaken—his body could now expand and contract in localized areas, not just globally.
“So Level 10 allows localized muscle expansion?” He tested it, then glanced at the group chat, sighing: “The architecture team’s blueprints still haven’t arrived? Can someone push them? We’ve been waiting nearly an hour.”
After a long day and night of work, the shift ended.
Zhang Yu rarely wasted Lingji Network or the expensive Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword’s network. But now, he held the Xuanzao Relic, drawing in high-quality Martial Energy. He connected to the Construction Site’s Lingji Network and sent updates:
— To Bai Zhenzhen: “All safe.”
— To Zhang Pianpian: “All good.”
— Requested a class video from Yu Xinghan.
— Greeted Le Mulan.
“A Zhen, my seniors are off to massage again. I didn’t go—six techs, working overtime, no time to bathe. I’d rather not get dirty.”
This life—grueling, relentless, yet deeply fulfilling—was like steel being forged under extreme heat and pressure. Every second pushed him further along the immortal path.
Half a month passed. His cultivation advanced dramatically. He grew more familiar with the site, his construction skills sharpened with experience.
Looking at the steel beams, Zhang Yu said to Che Yufei beside him: “Only 2mm off. Close enough—this isn’t crafting a divine artifact.”
Che Yufei frowned, about to protest—then paused. He caught the glimpse of a No. 20 Secret Steel shard being slipped into his palm. He raised an eyebrow, then silently tucked it into his sleeve.
“This time, okay. But not again.”
After Che Yufei left, Shi Yunxiang approached.
“Did the Tu Teacher group send the blueprints?”
Zhang Yu waved dismissively. “Why wait? I’ve already installed the First Layer. The designers don’t know the site like we do on the ground.”
“Shift’s over. I’m leaving.”
Back in the room, Shi Yunxiang found Che Yufei and the others already there.
“You guys didn’t go to massage?”
Che Yufei sighed. “Those techs haven’t bathed in days. We all thought it was gross—only Zhang Yu went.”
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With a soft thud, Zhang Yu dug up his buried pit and pulled out a slab of No. 20 Secret Steel.
With Che Yufei and the others no longer going to massage, he’d taken advantage of the excuse to sneak out daily—just to eat.
“Tomorrow, the techs will bathe. They’ll probably go back to massage.”
He stared at the No. 20 Secret Steel in his hand.
After strengthening his digestive system with No. 15 Secret Steel, the time had finally come to digest this.
This rare material protected the core of puppets—its strength rivaled that of a Foundation Establishment-level Body Refining cultivator’s limbs. It resisted explosions and impacts, and evenly absorbed martial energy.
Earlier, even with the Green Silk Flying Sword, it took seven blades a full day to cut just a palm-sized piece.
Now, Zhang Yu’s mouth, belly, and chest swelled dramatically—his body expanding as he activated Mountain Form Reality Chapter at Level 20.
This new level granted him temporary control over his internal organs—able to stretch his esophagus and intestines at will.
And after reaching Level 20, his Tu Mu Holy Body had finally advanced to the Second Layer.
> Upper-Tu Mu Holy Body (8/8): Foundation Establishment Stage
> Cultivation, consumption, and medicine use drastically reduce life consumption.
> The Tu Mu Holy Body lets you live long, work endlessly, and never stop.
“What a magnificent sacred body. Now I can freely activate techniques and consume lifespan-draining medicines without fear.”
“Good thing I’ve only spent about one year of lifespan so far. Plenty left to burn.”
(End of Chapter)
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