Chapter 320: War and Peace
After sensing Le Mulan’s arrival, Zhang Yu lost all patience with Yu Xinghan’s endless bickering. He quickly pulled Le Mulan inside and hurriedly unwrapped the newly purchased package, placing it on the table before her.
“Le Mulan, you’re just in time. Can you check this tonifying medicine? Is it genuine? I’ll also feed you some martial energy.”
“Um… uh… you, there—close the door and wait outside.”
Xuan Ge, seeing Zhang Yu’s Second Rank in Foundation Establishment Class displayed above his head, chuckled and replied, “Got it.”
He shut the dormitory door behind him and stood guard outside, quietly thrilled. Their relationship had come a long way—from the old days when he’d sneered, “Why are you still here?” to now, where he was casually told to “close the door and wait outside.”
Soon, he thought, it’d be “come on in and lend a hand.”
The corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Step by step, I’m inching into this dorm.”
“I must act fast.”
Xuan Ge knew they were still in the Qi Refinement class, but next semester, they’d officially transfer into Foundation Establishment Class. Once that happened, Le Mulan’s innate freezing martial energy would inevitably draw the attention of every other Foundation Establishment peer—likely even prompting a line of students begging for mutual cultivation.
“And then they’ll find her dorm… this place…”
His heart raced. “I have to move in before next semester starts! This is my chance to kickstart my five-spirit cultivation journey—my fast track to immortality!”
…
Meanwhile, inside the dorm, Zhang Yu pressed his palm against Le Mulan’s back, slowly channeling his high-quality martial energy into her.
Gazing at her Dao Seed, Zhang Yu mentally calculated: “To activate and replicate Le Mulan’s Deep Cold Mana Vein, I need to raise her martial energy quality to over 150%.”
“Right now, her quality is around 105%. With her own cultivation and the daily infusion I’ve been giving her, she should reach the target by the end of this semester.”
On the other side, Le Mulan opened the package and inspected each of the tonifying medicines Zhang Yu had ordered online. She gave a slight nod. “No issues. All genuine.”
“This herbal prescription should suit your constitution. It’ll help strengthen your foundation, nourish your essence, reinforce your physical base, and compensate for deficiencies.”
Zhang Yu nodded in approval. Having a roommate who studied pharmacy was incredibly convenient. It saved him from countless missteps when it came to buying medicine—especially in a field like tonifying supplements and health tonics, where the waters were dangerously deep.
Inside Le Mulan’s mind, however, another thought stirred: “After consuming these… I can also boost Yu Zhi’s quality, right?”
Higher-quality Yu Zhi meant more profit—for both her and Zhang Yu. Especially with Zhang Yu’s recent second-place finish in Foundation Establishment Class, which had once again drawn the company’s attention.
To avoid suspicion, she sent a private message through her Eye Armor.
Zhang Yu saw the message appear in his Eye Armor interface.
Le Mulan: When are you free next time?
Zhang Yu: In a couple of days. I’ll take a few more pills first.
Le Mulan: Hmm… let’s go somewhere private. If Yu Xinghan finds out, it’ll be awkward.
Zhang Yu: I’ll find a secluded spot. I’ll bring you there.
Le Mulan: Are you really hoping my martial energy quality improves?
She could feel it—Zhang Yu was always seizing every opportunity, inserting martial energy into her whenever he could.
Zhang Yu: Yes.
Seeing his firm reply, Le Mulan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Does he think my current martial energy quality is too low?”
“Then I’ll invest more money into this.”
As Zhang Yu and Le Mulan quietly plotted, Yu Xinghan, eyes closed and meditating the Breath Technique, sneered inwardly.
His Third Eye Ability caught the faintest flicker of Le Mulan’s glance.
“These two… could they really be whispering secrets right in front of me?”
“Ugh. Roommates, and still playing games?”
“Wait till I go viral on video. I’ll blow your minds.”
…
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu was busy shuttling between classrooms, the construction site, and the dorm.
In another part of campus, Director Gao reviewed the report sent by the Breeding Department professor at Tianyao University.
Studying Zhang Yu’s blood test results, Director Gao sighed. “Too bad. Constitution isn’t hereditary. No chance of breeding?”
“Ah, just a genius. But not scalable. Can’t turn this into a repeatable technology.”
In Kunxu’s long history, geniuses had always emerged—each era brought new and rare constitutions. Some had been cracked, their secrets integrated into Immortal Dao technology. Others remained unsolved, even beyond the reach of the top ten elite universities’ Immortal Dao research.
Compared to those, non-reproducible geniuses held far less value in Director Gao’s eyes.
As for unraveling Zhang Yu’s constitution? “Even spending thousands of Lingbi might not yield results.”
He knew the human body was the foundation of the immortal path, still brimming with undiscovered mysteries. Without massive resources and clan backing, no one could guarantee success.
And Director Gao, as Deputy Director of the Civil Engineering Department, wasn’t a constitution expert. So why bother investing in something so uncertain?
Just then, Tu Lishan’s avatar lit up in Director Gao’s Eye Armor.
Tu Lishan: Director, I checked. Ji Yuanchi did take the major course exam in the Finance Department and scored full marks.
Director Gao snorted. “Given how he barely scraped a pass in Civil Engineering, I knew he never took it seriously.”
“He was studying both disciplines simultaneously—devoting most of his focus to Finance.”
Seeing the 27-point gap between Ji Yuanchi (first place) and Zhang Yu (second), Director Gao knew this wasn’t real difference. Ji Yuanchi’s poor performance in core courses had only made Zhang Yu’s second-place standing look closer than it really was.
Tu Lishan sighed inwardly. “I thought Gong Shuijin might lose to Ji Yuanchi, but not by this much. Those people must’ve poured serious resources into him.”
Director Gao coldly remarked, “Those peace faction fools. Sending their disciples to Finance Department—what else do they want but to shift toward finance?”
“Lying around on construction sites, making money? Not enough. They want higher returns.”
Tu Lishan stayed silent, but he understood.
The Civil Engineering Department at Wanfa University wasn’t unified. Director Gao and his faction believed the University War would keep expanding—so they pushed for greater military investment, active participation in military projects, and preparation for future market shifts.
The rival faction, led by another department head, insisted the war remained under control. They wanted to keep pouring resources into commercial real estate and building more pharmaceutical factories to serve the elite.
In Tu Lishan’s perception, the ideological battle had grown fiercer over the years—evolving from teacher-level rivalry to competition among upperclassmen, and now even spreading to freshmen.
“After all, behind each faction stands a different company—competing in spirit armor, spirit artifacts, medicine, and finance.”
“The department’s annual revenue, project quality, and future talent reserves all impact the company’s stock price.”
“Even student rankings and grades across different years—future talent indicators—can sway the market.”
And from what Tu Lishan knew, the peace faction’s department head had already aligned with a Finance Department director, planning massive resource allocation.
Ji Yuanchi, as his disciple, had been promised a future transfer to Finance—carrying immense significance.
Tu Lishan thought: “Director Gao probably doesn’t want the two factions to join forces.”
“But Finance… sigh.”
To Tu Lishan, the Finance Department wasn’t just one of Wanfa University’s three top majors—it was the crown jewel among them.
“Finance Department thrives on Humanity’s Auspicious Destiny and Majestic Momentum. They harness the collective strength of humanity to refine cultivation and wield Dao Arts.”
“Wealth, resources, networks—these are their tools to guide humanity’s great momentum.”
In Tu Lishan’s mind, the Finance Department’s members were exquisitely attuned to humanity’s fate. They never made losing bets. They always rode the waves of change, emerging on top every time.
Whether it was a few thousand or tens of thousands of Lingbi spent to revive a dying industry—or a single sanction or agreement to push a university to the brink of collapse—it was all about reading the pulse of humanity’s destiny.
“Could it be they truly believe the University War won’t escalate? That Wanfa won’t get involved?”
At that moment, Director Gao suddenly asked, “Do you think Gong Shuijin and Zhang Yu can surpass Ji Yuanchi in the next two years?”
Tu Lishan paused, then shook his head reluctantly. “Probably… very unlikely.”
Director Gao’s tone remained calm. “Even if it’s hard, we must try.”
“Tomorrow, bring Zhang Yu in. I want to talk to him about future plans.”
Tu Lishan nodded. He knew the rivalry between the two factions had already spread everywhere. The contest among Gong Shuijin, Zhang Yu, and Ji Yuanchi was just one small front. Even with low odds, no one would give up easily.
…
The next day, after receiving Tu Lishan’s message, Zhang Yu followed him after class to the Civil Engineering Department building, where he met Director Gao.
Zhang Yu’s gaze swept over the four large characters embroidered on Director Gao’s robe—“World-Building”—then lingered on the exposed parts of his hands and neck.
Rumors claimed Director Gao wore over three hundred pieces of spirit armor, but up close, Zhang Yu couldn’t spot a single one.
Director Gao looked at him straight and asked without preamble: “What are your plans for the future?”
(End of Chapter)
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