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Chapter 319: Immortal Gate Technique
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Hearing Bai Zhenzhen’s words, Zhang Yu’s heart gave a slight flutter. “Top Ten League?”
This was not the first time he’d heard those four characters, but having spent years buried in studies and construction site labor, Zhang Yu still knew little about the league. In his limited understanding, it was merely a competition for university students.
But now, seeing Bai Zhenzhen in her elegant gown and hearing her speak of the opening ceremony, Zhang Yu realized he had vastly underestimated the importance of the Top Ten League.
Bai Zhenzhen seemed to sense his confusion and curiosity, and she explained:
“The Top Ten League is a competition exclusively for undergraduate students from the Top Ten Elite Universities.”
“And among all the events, the most prestigious, the one that draws the most attention—”
“—is the Military Competition.”
“Originally evolved from the ancient Top Ten martial contests, today’s Military Competition includes both the Military Skill Contest and the Military Exercise Contest…”
As Bai Zhenzhen spoke, Zhang Yu gradually began to grasp the true scale of the Top Ten League.
In each Military Competition, university teams would showcase their schools’ and affiliated companies’ most advanced Immortal Dao Technologies.
It was both a grand exhibition of Immortal Dao innovation and a public display of institutional strength.
In fact, the annual results of the Top Ten League had massive ripple effects—shaping the direction of technological development, investment priorities, research goals, university admissions at the highest levels, stock performance of affiliated corporations, and even regional resource distribution.
Bai Zhenzhen sighed wistfully.
“The Top Ten League isn’t just influential across fields—it also profoundly impacts the participants themselves.”
“Performing well, standing out, or even securing a ranking can attract top companies, guarantee excellent job offers, and carry significant weight in future Postgraduate Entrance Exams and PhD admissions.”
“And if you truly reach the peak—winning every individual event across all Military Competitions, achieving a Grand Slam—then you become the undisputed strongest undergraduate in the Top Ten…”
Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, and to Zhang Yu, they seemed to shimmer with stars.
“Standing atop that pinnacle, you’ll be granted the right to use a Celestial Gate-Level Cultivation Technique by the Top Ten Sects.”
“Of course, after that, you can never participate in the Top Ten League again.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu’s eyes instantly lit up.
Techniques were categorized into five tiers: Basic, Intermediate, Expert, Military Grade, and Immortal Gate.
Since high school, Zhang Yu had mostly used Expert-Level Techniques.
Only during his final year had he, through sheer desperation and a stroke of luck, mastered the Pre-Military-Grade Technique Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin, and the full version of the near-Military-Grade Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique.
As for Kunxu’s true Military-Grade Technique? He had never even touched it—only once, during a field assignment at a remote construction site, had he witnessed Mo Ejin unleash the Military-Grade Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, leaving an indelible impression in his mind.
“The difference between a Military-Grade Technique and an Expert-Level Cultivation Technique… it’s like heaven and earth. It feels like entirely different dimensions.”
Zhang Yu couldn’t help but wonder: What kind of power would a Celestial Gate-Level Cultivation Technique possess?
Bai Zhenzhen continued, her voice rising with excitement:
“Yu Zi, a Celestial Gate-Level Technique isn’t just useful during university—or just at the Foundation Establishment stage.”
“Keep cultivating it, and it’ll give you a massive edge even at the Jin Dan and Yuan Ying realms!”
“After all, even many Yuan Ying Immortals don’t have access to a Celestial Gate-Level Technique.”
She clenched her fist, cheeks flushed with fervor.
“Just possessing the right to use such a Technique makes you a top-tier figure among students—towering above everyone else, unattainable in their eyes!”
“Universities will train you like a prized asset. Companies will line up to fund you. You can choose any Doctorate supervisor you want!”
“Imagine, being granted direct admission to Doctorate programs, crowned with honors, trophies, and Lingbi—rising to the peak of university life!”
She turned to Zhang Yu, eyes blazing.
“Yu Zi, don’t you want to climb to the top of the university food chain? To crush those wealthy legacy students who look down on you, to trample them beneath your feet—becoming the emperor of undergraduate Doctorate candidates?!”
Hearing her words, Zhang Yu felt a surge of heat in his chest.
He could almost see himself standing atop the world, bathed in glory, worshipped by millions.
His blood seemed to boil.
“I’m already fired up,” Zhang Yu nodded, clenching his own fist slowly.
“Of course I want it. I want it.”
Bai Zhenzhen smiled.
“Then let’s make a pact, Yu Zi.”
She extended her palm toward him.
Zhang Yu stared at her outstretched hand. For a moment, he was transported back—seeing the same girl who once promised him they’d both get into the Top Ten together.
Now, facing her again, this time with a far more impossible challenge, Zhang Yu didn’t hesitate.
He reached out and placed his palm against hers.
Clasp.
Though there was no physical contact across the Ling界 Network, in that instant, both felt as if they had bridged the divide—sensing the pulse of life in each other’s bodies, the fire of ambition in each other’s eyes.
After severing the connection, Zhang Yu turned to Zhang Pianpian beside him and asked curiously:
“Sister… senior, how do you actually enter the Top Ten League?”
Zhang Pianpian replied coolly:
“Students from the Top Ten, at the Foundation Establishment stage, can participate if they pass their school’s selection. Typically, only those ranked in the top ten of their department qualify.”
Zhang Yu thought that wasn’t too difficult—until Zhang Pianpian added:
“But if you’re talking about the Military Competition specifically…”
“Then there’s an additional requirement: you must possess a Military Qualification Certificate and mastery of a Military-Grade Technique.”
Seeing Zhang Yu’s surprised expression, Zhang Pianpian gave a faint smile.
“Isn’t it obvious? Military Competition demands Military-Grade power.”
“Though in the past, the requirements weren’t so strict. But over time… every competition gets harder.”
Zhang Yu mentally sighed. “Military-Grade Technique? In Civil Engineering, you’d need seven years of first-place rankings. But I’m switching departments… so that leaves Alchemy Department’s Military-Grade Technique as my only option.”
As he pondered, Fujie quietly scanned the Spirit Realm Network, murmuring inwardly:
“Winning all individual Military Competition events and claiming the top spot… hasn’t happened in decades.”
“A Celestial Gate-Level Technique isn’t handed out lightly—this path is deep, treacherous.”
“Still… participating in the Top Ten League and gaining rankings? That’s definitely beneficial.”
“Bai Zhenzhen probably just wanted to inspire Zhang Yu.”
Then she paused, reconsidering.
“But… I’ve called her so many times since high school, yet I’ve never seen her current ranking at Tianjian University. Is she hiding it on purpose?”
Meanwhile, Zhang Pianpian watched Zhang Yu with quiet thought.
“Top Ten League… with his growth speed, in a few years… maybe I’ll actually be able to join him in the team physical fitness competition.”
“If we can secure a decent ranking, I might just be able to drag out my studies another year—maybe even push into a Doctorate. No need to report to the Spirit Department right after undergrad.”
…
Over the next few days, Zhang Yu continued his daily routine: studying, working overtime, and cultivating.
That night, as Spirit Energy surged within him, flowing into every limb and marrow, nourishing his blood and flesh, his Tianfu Longevity Cultivation finally advanced to Level 20.
At Level 20, the technique could fully absorb Spirit Energy without refining Martial Energy, greatly enhancing its efficiency in fortifying the body.
But to Zhang Yu, it still felt agonizingly slow—just slow, steady accumulation, inch by inch, day after day.
“How can this keep up with Kunxu? How can it match the pace of the Top Ten?”
“Compared to slow cultivation… I really should just eat more tonics and supplements.”
Early the next morning, after returning from the construction site, Zhang Yu spotted a package at the door.
He picked it up, opened the door, and stepped inside—only to find Yu Xinghan whirling around in a flash, frantically adjusting his pants.
Yu Xinghan snapped:
“Are you kidding? Don’t you know how to knock?!”
Zhang Yu scoffed.
“And you don’t know how to leave? Can’t you go to a floor below 100 to take care of business? Who’s the one lacking respect here?”
Yu Xinghan glared.
“You think I don’t know what you and Le Mulan have been doing in this room?!”
Zhang Yu blinked, flustered.
“Don’t change the subject.”
Yu Xinghan sneered.
“Hmph. You’re always sneaking off to make money, never including me. And don’t forget—back in high school, I backed you all the way. I spent a fortune on you!”
Zhang Yu shot back:
“Did I ever forget to repay you? If not for me introducing you to Hongta, you’d have already gone through secondary sterilization. Who knows if you’d even have the foundation to build your Dao path now. Now you’re free to cultivate your seed essence—thanks to me.”
Outside the dorm, Le Mulan had just returned from her night shift at the Pharmaceutical Factory.
She opened the door and caught the tail end of the conversation.
A faint blush crept onto her face.
She’d thought their secret was safe—but apparently, Yu Xinghan had found out.
“How did he know?” she wondered. “I didn’t let anything slip.”
But she quickly pushed the thought aside. Another concern surfaced:
“Next time… I’ll have to meet Zhang Yu outside. If we’re caught here, it’ll cause trouble. If he’s the only one making extra income, it’ll strain our roommate relationship.”
She knew well: whether in the First Layer or Second Layer, high school or university, making money without friends was a surefire recipe for conflict.
Meanwhile, Xuan Ge stood beside Le Mulan, listening to the voices from inside.
A thoughtful expression crossed his face.
“They’ve known each other since high school?”
“And they’ve been using this to strengthen their Dao foundation since then?”
“First Layer high school… so free?”
“And it seems… the complexity of four-way cultivation is even greater than dual cultivation.”
“Who’s been with whom how many times? Who’s done more, who’s done less? Who’s gained, who’s lost in a month? It’s all tangled in a web of complicated multi-partner cultivation politics.”
(End of Chapter)
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