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Chapter 327: Playing with Zhang Yu
Seeing the message from Tian Yang, Wang Yin’s eyes turned cold. He replied: “You’re threatening me?”
Tian Yang didn’t answer. Instead, he sent a screenshot.
It was Zhang Yu’s class ranking—second place—and a post from Teacher Jiao Lei Immortal in the class group, praising Zhang Yu’s performance.
Seeing Zhang Yu ranked second, Wang Yin’s eyes narrowed slightly. A wave of unease surged through him, and beneath it, a flicker of simmering anger began to form. Even his Dizhe Huangxin felt uneasy—pulsing erratically, like a glitching network, heavy and clogged.
At that moment, Wang Yin felt something unbearable: the thought of Zhang Yu earning one Lingbi would hurt more than losing ten.
Meanwhile, Tian Yang replied:
“I’m not threatening you. I’m just stating a fact.”
Tian Yang:
“If nothing unexpected happens, Zhang Yu will be working overtime every single day, earning money nonstop, growing stronger and stronger.”
Tian Yang:
“But I have a way to make him eat no medicine, work no overtime, sleep for a full eight hours every day—slowly turning him into a useless wreck.”
Wang Yin’s first reaction was disbelief.
Wang Yin: “Who would willingly sink so low?”
Tian Yang: “I’ll feed him three meals a day, make him addicted to eating, forcing him to pass out from overeating for over eight hours straight.”
Wang Yin paused, then thought: Given Zhang Yu’s current strength, eating too much really would knock him out.
The more he eats, the bigger his stomach grows, his digestive system gets overstimulated, and his appetite keeps expanding. The less he eats, the more unbearable the hunger becomes. The bigger the appetite, the more likely he is to pass out from overeating.
If Zhang Yu truly becomes a glutton, it would actually make my cultivation feel smoother…
But one question lingered in his mind.
Wang Yin: “Where’s he going to get the money to eat like this every day?”
Tian Yang: “That’s where you come in.”
Wang Yin: “I want live streams. I want to see him eat. I want to see him sleep.”
After ending the call with Wang Yin, Tian Yang turned to Zhang Yu beside him and smiled.
“That screenshot of your teacher’s praise? It worked perfectly. It cracked his mind open.”
Zhang Yu didn’t seem surprised. In a university where rankings and grades ruled everything, a high position was not just a badge of honor—it was a weapon to intimidate peers and torment rivals.
Zhang Yu asked: “So what happens tomorrow?”
Tian Yang looked at him. “You’ve got a decent appetite, right?”
…
The next day.
Wang Yin watched the live stream as Tian Yang dragged Zhang Yu into a feast.
Under the intoxicating aroma of Tianjing Rice, Wang Yin could see Zhang Yu’s throat pulse as he swallowed hard, drool gathering at the corner of his mouth.
Wang Yin sneered. “Hmph. That poor bastard must be starving in University City.”
Then, in the stream, Zhang Yu downed three full bowls of Tianjing Rice in rapid succession—before collapsing unconscious.
Wang Yin burst into laughter.
For the following days, he watched Zhang Yu being force-fed daily.
Each time Zhang Yu succumbed to overwhelming hunger, collapsed from overeating, and fell into a deep sleep—Wang Yin felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. His Dizhe Huangxin pulsed more smoothly than ever.
Especially during his own cultivation sessions, every time he saw Zhang Yu still asleep, he felt a deep sense of peace and confidence.
The longer Zhang Yu slept, the better Wang Yin felt. His cultivation flowed like a river, unimpeded.
This guy’s only got the strength to eat three bowls per meal? And now he’s addicted? If he misses a single meal, he’d be in agony.
He’s already half-dead.
With that thought, Wang Yin felt his Dao Heart grow rounder, purer. He sensed his Dao Heart Level recovery accelerating—closer than ever to full restoration.
…
On-screen, Zhang Yu slowly finished each bowl of Tianjing Rice, swallowing every grain—while simultaneously ingesting the medicine hidden within.
The surge of medicinal power roared through his body like a storm.
Zhang Yu immediately activated his Breathing Technique, gathering his spirit energy, refining his martial energy.
To the outside world, he was motionless—lifeless, really—lying unconscious on the ground.
Inside, Zhang Yu thought: Damn you, Wang Yin. You want me to sleep eight hours a day? While you’re watching this live, you’re probably cultivating fiercely.
But I can’t afford to slack off either.
With the combined power of Jiexue Powder, Spirit Root Stimulants, the nourishing strength of Tianjing Rice—building foundations, replenishing deficiencies—and the high-spirit-energy environment of the tomb…
His cultivation efficiency skyrocketed—faster than ever before.
Martial energy surged through him like a dragon storm, like a roaring river.
He had to push his body’s vitality to the limit, constantly repairing the ever-damaged meridians.
…
Wang Yin: “He’s still sleeping too little. He’s still working and studying over sixteen hours a day. Make him sleep longer.”
Tian Yang: “Sleeping too long raises suspicion. But I’ve other methods.”
Tian Yang: “I’ll praise his talent every day. Build his confidence. Keep flattering him. Lead him off course. Make him lazy, complacent—never strive for excellence.”
Wang Yin scoffed. “Zhang Yu isn’t that easily manipulated by words.”
But soon after, the screen showed Tian Yang pointing at Zhang Yu’s work—praising it while saying:
“Ten centimeters off? Fine.
This one passes.
All of them pass.
Don’t stress so much. It’s not crafting an immortal artifact. For a first-year, this is already rare.”
Wang Yin watched as Zhang Yu’s subpar work was approved one after another.
A grin spread across his face. He could already picture Zhang Yu drifting through life, coasting on mediocrity, stuck at the same job level for years, never rising.
But it wasn’t enough…
Wang Yin: “I want him even worse.”
Tian Yang: “I have another method. But it’ll cost you.”
Wang Yin: “Tell me first.”
Tian Yang: “Surround him with beautiful women who adore him—coddle him, pamper him, flood him with emotional value. Make him obsessed with romance, distracted by love, so he can no longer focus on work or study.”
Wang Yin: “From what I know, Zhang Yu has cultivated to this level without sterilization. He’s not the kind to fall for women easily.”
Tian Yang: “Even civil engineers working on construction sites get tired. Who wouldn’t crave a massage?”
Outside the camera’s view, Zhang Yu was redoing his work.
Hearing Tian Yang’s plan to take him to a massage parlor, he hesitated. “Is this… too much of a sacrifice?”
Tian Yang: “You still want to earn Lingbi?”
Zhang Yu: “Let’s go.”
…
Inside the massage parlor.
Yu Xinghan tapped his foot impatiently. “Where are the therapists?!”
He turned to Li Xiao. “Go check what’s happening. We’ve been waiting half an hour already.”
Moments later, Li Xiao messaged: All therapists are booked. They’re currently serving Zhang Yu alone.
Yu Xinghan froze. His eyes widened.
He stood up and strode toward the room.
A moment later, he saw them—dozens of therapists, each one powerful, graceful, uniquely beautiful in physique and style, all trained in advanced massage techniques built from years of labor.
They surrounded Zhang Yu, their hands gliding over his body, coaxing blood and spirit energy through every inch of his skin.
Yu Xinghan’s heart jolted.
Then he saw Tian Yang beside the scene.
Last time, when Zhang Yu and Tian Yang discussed their deal, Yu Xinghan had been summoned to watch and guard. He’d sensed there was some secret transaction involving Wang Zong.
Now, watching this, a flicker of realization passed through his eyes—mixed with envy and dread.
This is Wang Zong’s cruelty. He’s using dozens of therapists to erode Zhang Yu’s will, soften his resolve.
Based on my knowledge of Zhang Yu… he might not withstand this.
No. I have to protect my brother.
Li Xiao, who had also been present during the last guard duty but farther away, had no idea what was going on. He stared in shock, then silently filed the scene away.
Is this the real reason Zhang Yu’s grades are skyrocketing?
Meanwhile, Wang Yin watched the live feed through Tian Yang’s lens.
Massage benefits the body.
If Zhang Yu doesn’t get addicted, there’s no point in continuing…
Then, he saw it.
Zhang Yu’s body slowly began to react under the therapists’ hands.
Wang Yin’s eyes lit up.
He’s responding!
Zhang Yu’s actually reacting!
Hah! This tactic works!
On-screen, Zhang Yu whispered to Fujie in his mind:
“Damn it. To fool Wang Yin, I have to force my martial energy up, boost my blood flow, fake desire. The sacrifice is huge.”
Fujie asked curiously:
“Zhang Yu… right now, only I can hear you. Let’s be honest—this is all fake, right?”
Zhang Yu seethed internally:
“After all this time, don’t you know me? Do you really think I’d be swayed by a few therapists?”
For the next few days, Wang Yin watched Zhang Yu gorge himself, pass out from overeating, enjoy endless massages, and perform sloppily at work.
Each day, Wang Yin felt more confident—his investment was paying off.
With his incredible wealth, a little effort could crush a genius like Zhang Yu—dragging him into the mud.
That was the way it should be.
This is just the beginning, Wang Yin thought. When I stop giving Lingbi, and Zhang Yu, already addicted to this life, has nothing left—what will he become?
Each time he imagined it, his anticipation grew.
Though his Dizhe Huangxin was already flowing smoothly, Wang Yin sensed he could go further—deeper control over his heart-mind, sharper mastery over his own thoughts.
Then my Dao Heart recovery speed will increase again.
So he made another request.
He wanted to experience it firsthand—through Zhang Yu’s eyes, watching Zhang Yu beg, kneel, and grovel before him, trembling in submission.
A few days later, through Tian Yang’s Eye Armor, Wang Yin saw Zhang Yu standing before him, pleading:
“My overtime application…”
Wang Yin’s voice echoed through the Ling Realm Network into Tian Yang’s ear.
Tian Yang repeated:
“The sixth draft—still has issues. Send it back for revision.”
Zhang Yu: “But…”
“What ‘but’?” Wang Yin barked. “From today on, not only must you leave on time—no, you’ll leave ten minutes early every day.
Under no circumstances may you stay a second longer at the construction site unless I allow it.”
Watching Zhang Yu slink away in defeat, Wang Yin felt a deep, satisfying relief—his inner demon finally exorcised.
Tian Yang smiled. “Well, Wang Zong? Our deal is complete?”
“No problem,” Wang Yin said. “But you’ll keep making Zhang Yu eat three meals a day, sleep eight hours, leave early every day, and no overtime. And daily, arrange a few therapists for him.”
“All costs covered by me. I want him completely broken—erased from any chance of ascending the Immortal Path.”
At this moment, Wang Yin was certain: within weeks, he’d restore his Dao Heart Level to 20.
He silently praised his own brilliance—his money well spent. Not only had he punished Zhang Yu, but he’d also boosted his own Dao Heart recovery speed.
As he listened, Tian Yang’s expression darkened slightly.
It won’t be long now, he thought. My friend is about to move on to the next phase.
(End of Chapter)
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