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Chapter 312: Zhang Yu, You're Scaring Me
Gazing at the second-layer effect of the Tu Mu Holy Body, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but smile faintly in his heart. With a decisive motion, he swallowed the No. 20 Secret Steel in one go.
Then, he activated the Shi Tu Shen Gong. The dense, ravenous martial energy coiled tightly in his dantian surged upward, crashing into the steel now buried in his abdomen like a storm breaking through stone.
Immediately afterward, every muscle in his body tensed violently. His heart pounded with ferocious intensity, and torrents of blood burst forth from within, surging through his veins like a flood unleashed from a dam.
The explosive release of blood energy painted his skin a deep crimson—so vivid it looked as if blood might drip from his pores at any moment.
This was the 20th-level Zhanmo Yunshou Gong—activated not just once, but in a second-stage burst.
It was a form Zhang Yu had never fully unleashed since completing the 20th level of the technique. Back then, he’d known too well: this form consumed life force like wildfire. But now, with the second-layer effect of the Tu Mu Holy Body drastically reducing the stamina cost of Foundation Establishment Stage techniques, he had finally found the courage to activate it.
His entire body trembled as veins bulged like steel cables beneath his skin. The latent power within him detonated like a hidden bomb, instantly boosting his Physical Strength Level by a temporary 2.0 tiers.
The explosive force detonated deep within his organs, and his already heavily reinforced stomach—already a marvel of cultivation—now felt like a cosmic millstone, grinding down the No. 20 Secret Steel with crushing, relentless pressure.
At the same time, the 20th-level Wuji Zhen Chan erupted in full force—its supercharged resonance shaking his very bones.
But it wasn’t over.
With both palms slamming hard against his own chest, Zhang Yu unleashed the Wuxiang Yun'gang technique, combining it with the Pre-Military-Grade martial art Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin.
Crackling explosions erupted around him as the Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin drew in the chaotic, overcharged vibrations from Wuji Zhen Chan through its internal voids, then amplified and released them—creating a feedback loop of resonance that echoed through his entire being.
In that moment, every ounce of Zhang Yu’s cultivation was funneled into the No. 20 Secret Steel buried in his stomach.
Ten seconds… one minute… three minutes.
Three full minutes of relentless, all-out exertion.
The once invincible, flawless No. 20 Secret Steel—untouched, unblemished—began to show cracks. It trembled, then shattered into fragments.
Zhang Yu’s face twisted in grim determination. He growled low, pushing harder, forcing the steel to merge with his flesh.
Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion swept over him—his internal reserves drained. He knew he had to pause.
So he halted the technique, switched back to the University Holy Body, and began resting—using the peak digestion capacity of a Foundation Establishment cultivator to continue refining the secret steel.
He kept cycling between the two holy bodies—bursting with power, then resting, then bursting again. Only after endless repetition did he finally complete the fusion, fully integrating the No. 20 Secret Steel into the bones of his right hand, merging it with his flesh and bone so thoroughly they were now one.
He could feel the sudden increase in weight in his hand. And deep within the bone, a sensation of unbreakable strength—absolute, indomitable.
Zhang Yu smiled inwardly. Satisfaction filled him.
The more painful the refinement, the greater the reward. The harder the steel had resisted, the stronger his bones had become.
“Perfect. Now… with two months left before this construction site wraps up, I’ll have enough time to reinforce my entire skeletal structure with No. 20 Secret Steel.”
From that day on, Zhang Yu poured nearly all his energy and focus into refining the secret steel—besides his daily construction work and cultivation. To fuel his progress, he began consuming even more potent, aggressive, and life-draining medicines—pushing himself further, knowing he had no time to waste.
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In his room, as Zhang Yu selected his next batch of pills, a 10-item meal combo was delivered straight to his table.
Beside him, the silver-haired Che Yufei watched, eyes wide, as Zhang Yu downed the Cracked Yuan Explosion Blood Pill, the Soul-Eating Tianji Powder, the Hundred Trials Heart-Devouring Cult, and the Life-Stealing Tianji Powder—each swallowed without pause.
A chill ran down Che Yufei’s spine.
“Nowadays, the new recruits really go all out, huh?”
Fujie, also watching, couldn’t help but whisper, “Wait… Zhang Yu… aren’t you going a bit too far?”
Zhang Yu thought to himself: Fujie, you know the sect might shut down at any moment, right?
To survive… to eventually defeat this damn Ritual and gain true freedom…
I have to seize every single moment.
With that, he finished the rest of the pills in one gulp.
Five days later, Che Yufei, still shaken, finally spoke: “Brother… you okay?”
Zhang Yu grinned, unfazed. “I’m fine. What could possibly go wrong?”
He felt the martial energy roaring through his veins, blood pulsing like a storm, his heart threatening to burst, his brain boiling with energy. His voice rose in exhilaration.
“I’ve never felt better in my life!”
And with that, his cultivation metrics surged—skyrocketing.
Sudden death risk: 32%
A long list of severe conditions followed—each one a crimson warning, like a death sentence blinking on the screen.
Fujie winced. “Zhang Yu… can’t we slow down a little? I’m scared.”
Fujie didn’t know about the Tu Mu Holy Body or the University Holy Body. Zhang Yu didn’t explain. He simply thought: Relax. I know what I’m doing.
Fujie mentally cursed. You call that “knowing what you’re doing”? You’re gonna eat yourself to death! And then what happens to all my investment?
But Zhang Yu paid no mind to the warnings.
He used the Tu Mu Holy Body to absorb the initial wave of toxic side effects. Then, he switched to the University Holy Body to digest the medicinal energy. Combined with the Chunqiu Wujin Chan to metabolize toxins, and sustained by the 20th-level Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique to maintain bodily vitality—along with full-body acceleration for self-repair—Zhang Yu knew those mortality stats were meaningless to him.
As for revealing his unique constitution? After consulting Zhang Pianpian, he was told the risk was manageable.
After all, compared to the absurdity of reaching level 20 in a technique in just half a month, having a constitution that could withstand such extreme consumption was almost ordinary.
In the history of the Top Ten Elite Universities, there had been countless cultivators with exceptional constitutions—people who could endure more, push harder, survive what others couldn’t.
Even Xinghuo Immortal had been surprised when he first discovered Zhang Yu’s regeneration ability—but he hadn’t found it unbelievable. Just remarkable.
Though Zhang Pianpian had advised against revealing his edge, Zhang Yu knew time was short. He had to maximize every second, every opportunity, every resource—while keeping himself alive as much as possible.
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Outside, on the construction site.
Zhang Yu’s arm bones had been fully infused with No. 20 Secret Steel. His arms, already heavier than before, now carried 21 times the gravity under the Jiuyu Zhenyue Belt’s influence—each step heavier than the last.
He forced his body to adapt, day by day, pushing through the growing weight. Though the belt’s gravity boost had stopped increasing, Zhang Yu could feel it—the relentless pressure of his refining technique, the constant flood of powerful medicines, the demand to evolve.
His muscles were being strained to their absolute limit, yet every fiber was being forged into something stronger—powered by the new, unbreakable skeleton that now served as his foundation.
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Back in his room.
Tu Lishan smiled gently. “Zhang Yu… you’ve been looking down lately. Is something bothering you?”
“Did something unhappy happen?”
“…You’re not gambling, are you?”
Zhang Yu’s increasingly heavy consumption of pills had drawn the teacher’s attention. Tu Lishan was starting to suspect the boy had fallen into debt, perhaps even lost hope.
Facing the teacher’s concern, Zhang Yu realized: hiding it only made it worse.
So he did the opposite—he acted openly, boldly, without shame.
“I’m fine, Teacher,” Zhang Yu said. “My constitution is just… unusual. I’ve been this way since high school. I need high doses of medicine.”
“Don’t worry. I know my body. If anything feels off, I’ll stop.”
Tu Lishan eyed him skeptically. “Go get a blood test. Let the team doctor check your vitals.”
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On the rooftop of the newly built factory.
Disgusted by the stench in his room, Zhang Yu had come up here alone. He held a Xuanzao Relic, drawing in and refining its martial energy—continuing his cultivation in silence.
He hadn’t stopped refining his martial energy quality, either. He was saving it, waiting to return and help Le Mulan elevate her own energy.
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In the medical room.
The doctor sniffed the air, frowning at the thick, pungent medicinal scent. “What is this? New formula? Should we analyze the components?”
Tu Lishan replied, “It’s blood drawn from a student.”
The doctor blinked. “Blood?”
Tu Lishan nodded. “He claims his constitution is unique—high tolerance for medicine. Check it out. See what’s really going on.”
The results came back—completely normal. No abnormalities. No signs of illness. Zhang Yu’s body was in perfect health.
Tu Lishan wasn’t surprised. Kunxu was vast. The history of the immortal arts spanned millennia. Countless unique constitutions existed—many still unexplained, even by the Top Ten Sects.
When Tu Lishan reported back to Director Gao, the 800-year-old Nascent Soul Immortal simply said:
“Drug dosage recommendations are based on general models. Individual variation is expected. This just confirms his constitution is truly different.”
“Strong constitution? That’s a good thing. Zhang Yu’s type is ideal for the Civil Engineering Department.”
“Sure, his ceiling might be lower, but for construction work? Perfect. He grows faster than others, and can serve us for years longer.”
“Let him eat as much as he wants.”
“By the way—ask him if he’d be willing to sell some samples to the Biology and Medicine Departments. They might find it interesting.”
With that, the Immortal turned his attention to Gong Shuijin and Mo Ejin’s progress.
Compared to Zhang Yu, he cared far more about the wealthy students—after all, they were the face of the department for the next few years.
After hanging up, Tu Lishan sighed inwardly: Sell samples? Yeah, fair. We’ve already invested a lot in Zhang Yu. Might as well get something back.
But… of course the Director still focuses on Gong Shuijin and the others.
Zhang Yu’s unique constitution? Just about eating more pills.
But the wealthy? They can eat pills… and do so much more.
Two months left. The project ends. Back in time for the end of the semester.
Will Gong Shuijin ever catch up to Ji Yuanchi?
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Time flew.
One month passed in an instant.
Two months had now passed since Zhang Yu first arrived at this construction site.
In his room, Che Yufei and Shi Yunxiang stared in awe at Zhang Yu—gulping down pills like snacks, his body hard as iron, his face youthful, untouched by time.
“Ah… so full,” Zhang Yu said, patting his stomach as he stood up. “Time to take a walk.”
He returned to the construction site, resuming his cultivation of the Civil Engineering Technique.
Today was the day he would push the 10th technique of the Tu Mu Holy Body to level 20—completing the entire system.
(End of Chapter)
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