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Chapter 341: Lingrou Heyi Zhi Lu
"Lingrou Heyi Zhi Lu, the first station has been successfully generated."
"This simulation environment was created using the Ling Rou He Yi breakthrough data model, combined with vast historical records and user data, achieving an extremely high degree of realism. Users with a Dao Heart Level below 13, or those suffering from the following conditions, are advised to consult a physician before beginning..."
"Please confirm that you have read and agree to the User Agreement."
"All generated data within this scenario is owned by Chui Xin Ju. Please do not use it for any commercial purposes."
"Begin your Lingrou Heyi Zhi Lu?"
...
Zhang Yu opened his eyes, a haze of confusion filling his mind.
"Who am I...?"
Gradually, memories returned. He was Zhang Yu, an employee at a Spirit Armor Factory in Tianya City. The factory provided meals and housing. Work started at 8 a.m., ended at 5 p.m., with a one-hour lunch break. The canteen served three meals a day—eggs and milk in the morning, two to three meat dishes at noon and evening, and afternoon tea snacks.
Zhang Yu had a strict routine: every night at 9 p.m., he’d lie in his dorm, listening to soft music from the jukebox, drifting off to sleep until 7 a.m., waking up refreshed and ready for another day.
After five days of work, there were two days off. On those days, Zhang Yu sometimes hiked in the nearby mountains or swam—activities that brought him inner peace.
Recently, he’d picked up a new trend: using the factory’s library to access the Network. But interest was high, and not everyone could get a turn.
His life remained simple, uneventful. His greatest dream was to keep living like this—until retirement, then spend his final years in quiet comfort, just like his Father.
And today was the annual physical exam.
Lying on the operating table, Zhang Yu silently chanted the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique in his mind, feeling the scalpel slice through his abdomen. The factory doctors removed the “impurities”—a tangled, root-like mass covered in strange, writhing tendrils.
He’d overheard the doctors call it a Spirit Root.
It wasn’t good. Every year, after the physical, he and his fellow workers underwent surgery to excise the Spirit Root. But no matter how thoroughly they cut, it always grew back.
Zhang Yu was grateful the factory covered all medical costs—free annual checkups, treatment, and surgery.
Then, he heard the doctors whispering again.
"Did you hear? Youming Palace’s synthetic Spirit Root technology is now on the market."
"Really? Looks like our factory won’t last much longer. How can farming ever compete with industrial-scale production?"
"Should we shave it?"
"Go ahead. It’s getting hot. The boss wants to save on air conditioning."
Zhang Yu watched helplessly as his fur fell away in clumps. He struggled.
"Why is he awake?"
"Increase the dosage."
In a daze, Zhang Yu felt searing pain from his wounds. Instinctively, he activated the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, fighting the agony.
But over the years, his condition worsened. The doctors kept removing more and more tissue. Nights became unbearable—sleepless, wracked with pain.
To find even a moment of peace, he had to endlessly recite the technique, over and over.
Then, one day, even in sleep, his mind continued the chant. For the first time, he managed to forget the pain. He slept—truly slept.
...
"Damn it..." Zhang Yu tore off the Spiritual Interface Mask, his mind reeling from the experience. His eyes were wide, filled with disbelief.
"I was a spirit-rooted beast-blood being endlessly harvested in a Spirit Root farm... terrified of pain, forced to chant the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique day and night... until I finally died from the agony—became a Ling Rou He Yi."
He suppressed his emotions, focusing instead on the memories of that endless suffering—how the technique had slowly become second nature, an instinct.
"I... almost felt it."
"But it’s still not progressing?"
Fujie watched Zhang Yu’s expression and said, "Heart techniques often feel vague, indistinct. Don’t overthink it. The more you analyze, the more confused you get. Just keep cultivating steadily. Gong dao zi ran cheng—when effort reaches its peak, results follow naturally."
Zhang Yu had heard this from his Dao Heart Class teacher. He understood the principle. But after reliving that torment, a thought nagged at him.
"That factory... it must’ve been the old Kunxu. No Network yet, Spirit Roots still farmed. That’s the kind of place they’d collect data from beast-bloods who broke through to Ling Rou He Yi in such conditions."
"They used that data to generate the simulation."
"But the problem..."
Zhang Yu frowned.
"The version of the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique in the simulation... it’s not the full version in my mind."
"Could I... never break through?"
"Whatever. Chui Xin Ju said I can get a refund if I fail. I’ll just keep trying."
He took a deep breath, composed himself, and headed to the 667th floor to start work.
On the construction site, Wuxiang Force flickered and pulsed as it twisted, cut, and positioned steel rods. But Zhang Yu wasn’t wearing a Qi Mai Chang Liu. Instead, he’d chosen University Holy Body, continuing his cultivation of the ninth Breathing Technique.
Still, even without the enhanced gear, the sight of him working drew a sharp reaction from Ying Xin, who was overseeing the site.
"Two months without seeing him, and his efficiency has skyrocketed?"
"Maintaining humanoid form with spiritual force—this means his spiritual conductivity, martial energy reserves, and recovery rate have all improved significantly."
"Could he really finish first in the class?"
She shook her head, almost unconsciously.
"Impossible. Ji Yuanchi’s too rich. No one in our class can beat him."
...
On the 450th floor, in a 100-square-meter apartment, Ji Yuanchi’s Eye Armor flashed with a Qi Yun Monitoring alert.
His luck had shifted again. Zhang Yu’s winning odds had slightly increased.
Ji Yuanchi checked the source of the change—Zhang Yu’s recent work performance.
"Improvement is noticeable."
"For a Civil Engineering Department student, you’re doing quite well."
"But still... Civil Engineering only focuses on construction sites. That’s a dead end. You’ll never rise beyond that."
"Between us? It’s a gap of dimensions."
...
The next day, after school, Zhang Yu began another Lingrou Heyi Zhi Lu.
When he opened his eyes, he remembered who he was.
He was Zhang Yu, from Jingshui County, one of the "Four Lesser Lords of Pure Water"—a group of five men who monopolized the county’s seed trade, water supply, agricultural machinery, and the moneylender’s guild.
Zhang Yu owned the largest medicinal field in the county. His estate housed over a hundred beast-blood slaves.
His first joy each day was watching his slaves labor across the endless fields.
His second joy? Hunting in the mountains.
One day, while hunting, he was outperformed by another rich young man and mocked for it.
Back in town, angry and humiliated, Zhang Yu bought a Spirit Artifact from a traveling merchant—a product made by a major city company. It was said to extend life, sharpen the senses, and improve agility. It was the most popular health-enhancing artifact in the city.
Whether by luck or fate, the next hunt saw Zhang Yu win first place, defeating all rivals.
From then on, he believed in the artifact wholeheartedly. He bought dozens more, filling his room with them.
Years passed. His health deteriorated. During a routine checkup, doctors discovered his internal organs had been completely saturated with Di Shasha Qi.
Over the next few months, his body wasted away. To stop the poison from spreading, his organs, eyes, and limbs were surgically removed one by one.
To endure the agony, he chanted the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique nonstop, hoping to escape the pain.
And every time he felt he couldn’t go on, the voices of his family pulled him back.
"Zhang Yu! Open your eyes! Look—the bank transfer from Dad! Everyone’s sending money for your treatment. You must hold on!"
"Son, can you feel it? Our entire family’s savings are pouring into your account! Don’t underestimate our family bond!"
"Stay strong, little brother! You’ve spent so much on treatment—do you really want to die now, watching all that money go to waste?"
Watching the numbers rise and fall, Zhang Yu felt countless hands—his family’s—pushing him from behind, dragging him back from the jaws of death.
And doctors’ hands, too, were pulling at him, trying to drag him back to life.
But the pain was unbearable.
His flesh, blood, and bones felt like mud. One thought remained: Maybe it’s better to just die.
"Patient’s condition?"
"No hope."
"Keep him alive. His family is paying too much. The whole hospital depends on his revenue. Keep him going as long as possible."
"This case of Di Shasha Qi poisoning is rare. I never realized how destructive it could be."
"Record all data until death. We can sell it to the company later."
In the endless darkness, Zhang Yu could no longer hear, no longer see.
Only one thing remained—his endless chant of the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, hoping, praying, that he’d never wake up to the pain again.
...
"I fucking—"
Zhang Yu tore off the Spiritual Interface Mask again, trembling from phantom aches that still lingered in his body.
"Pain... God damn it, it was so painful."
"Because I’m cultivating the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, they keep throwing me into these simulations?"
"Are all the upcoming Lingrou Heyi Zhi Lu sessions going to be like this?"
"Is there no normal way to break through to Ling Rou He Yi with this technique?"
His mind swirled with doubt. But he forced himself to calm down, focusing on the memory of that moment in the spirit realm—the instant he broke through.
He felt the white cow in his mind grow more agile, more alive. But still, no sign of Ling Rou He Yi.
Then, a message arrived from Tu Lishan.
Tu Lishan: Ji Yuanchi joined the team. Ma Xuan replaced you with a substitute?
Zhang Yu: Yes.
Zhang Yu knew Tu Lishan had recommended him to join Ma Xuan’s squad. Now, receiving word of the competition team, it was just a simple confirmation.
But Tu Lishan wasn’t here to defend him. He was just checking the facts.
Reading Zhang Yu’s reply, Tu Lishan thought, Ma Xuan is from Old Director’s faction. Old Director has always stayed neutral. Now this move... is Ma Xuan just chasing competition results, or is Old Director behind it?
On the other side of the dorm, a moment later, a figure rushed through the door and stood before Zhang Yu.
"Zhang Yu, we don’t have time. Let’s go."
It was Le Mulan, hurrying in, plopping down right in front of him.
(End of Chapter)
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