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Chapter 344: Black Technique
Inside Chui Xin Ju’s Ling Realm office, You Chuan spoke calmly:
"Zhang Yu’s current simulation environment is perfect for him. Initiate deep connection, then at the critical breakthrough moment, play it back at 0.3x speed and loop it ten times."
Hearing the instruction, Customer Service frowned.
"This simulation has an extremely high pain index. If we activate deep connection, the residual memories, sensations, and emotions from the environment could severely impact his mental state."
You Chuan knew all too well—deep connection dramatically increased the chance of breakthrough, but it also intensified the lingering impressions left behind.
Yet he replied with a calm shrug:
"He signed the User Manual. And even if something goes wrong, it won’t happen for at least several months. Who’s going to blame us?"
Customer Service hesitated.
"But using so much computing power… letting him endure all this suffering for free… isn’t that being too lenient?"
You Chuan sighed.
"There’s nothing we can do. 30 Lingbi guaranteed success—this was the core selling point of the package. We bet on students with strong talent and relentless drive. Most achieve Ling Rou He Yi within five attempts."
"Encountering a student who just won’t break through? Well… we just have to accept our luck."
…
Meanwhile, in the Ling Realm, Zhang Yu opened his eyes and remembered who he was.
He was Zhang Yu, a construction worker.
But due to physical damage, his efficiency had dropped so low that no construction site would hire him anymore.
Then came the breakthrough: the emergence of Spirit Armor.
A beacon of hope.
"Spirit Armor! The revolutionary product from Tiangong Group—powered by cutting-edge Immortal Dao Technology, leading the world in revolutionizing human productivity.
In the future, every person wearing Spirit Armor will complete a full day’s work in just two hours—equivalent to twelve hours of manual labor today.
Tiangong—making Immortal Dao Technology serve Kunxu better than ever."
Watching the advertisement, Zhang Yu made up his mind.
He sold everything he could—his hands, his feet, even his organs—then borrowed heavily. With the last of his savings, he finally installed the Spirit Armor. Instantly, he regained his work capability.
He was deployed back onto a construction site, ingesting raw materials and spitting out high-grade concrete. His skill skyrocketed, and his income multiplied several times over.
But the joy didn’t last.
Soon after its release, the Spirit Armor triggered severe rejection reactions in his body.
And with no money for weekly tuning or monthly maintenance, Zhang Yu was trapped.
The first-generation armor began to age. It no longer adapted to his body’s natural changes. Structural imbalances emerged.
All of it culminated in a steadily declining synchronization rate.
"Your synchronization is too low," the company technician explained. "It forces your nervous system to overwork, eventually causing abnormal activity in your cerebral cortex."
Zhang Yu murmured, dazed:
"So… this is why I keep feeling phantom pain?"
The technician continued:
"First, pay your bill. Then we’ll tune your Spirit Armor immediately.
Your body changes every day. The current armor can’t adapt on its own. It needs tuning once a week to perfectly match your physiology.
If you go too long without maintenance, your body will begin to mutate—your flesh and nerves will compensate abnormally."
Zhang Yu didn’t hear the rest.
He had no money. He was drowning in debt.
All he could do was endure the pain, over and over, chanting the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique.
But the agony grew worse with each passing hour—more frequent, more intense.
Pain like limb fractures, internal organs tearing apart—images of his own blood-soaked wounds flashed before his eyes.
Under the relentless rhythm of the technique, he was on the verge of reaching Ling Rou He Yi.
Then, a sudden thought struck him:
Why? Why can’t my wounds heal?
…
Meanwhile, in the dormitory.
Thanks to the deep connection, the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique began to activate autonomously in Zhang Yu’s mind. His body’s vitality—especially in his limbs—reached peak levels.
Flesh pulsed and surged, as if trying to mend the severed limbs in his mind.
…
In reality, Zhang Yu convulsed violently.
In the simulation, Zhang Yu shuddered uncontrollably.
His limbs surged with life. The cultivation technique broke through—something vital had changed.
Then, a voice split the simulation space, piercing through from the Deep Ling Realm and into Zhang Yu’s mind.
"Find me…"
Zhang Yu instinctively replied:
"Who are you?"
The voice didn’t respond.
It repeated, echoing:
"Find me…"
"Find my spirit…"
"Find my flesh…"
"Find my Martial Energy…"
…
When Zhang Yu snapped back to awareness, he found himself disconnected from the Ling Realm.
He removed the Spiritual Interface Mask, replaying the events in his mind.
He whispered:
"Me?"
He felt his cultivation technique flowing naturally—without effort, he had already stepped into Ling Rou He Yi.
But before he could celebrate, a strange Network address appeared in his mind.
Was that the voice’s gift?
Who was he? How could someone reach me inside Chui Xin Ju’s Ling Realm?
Was he from Chui Xin Ju? Watching me all along?
Just as Zhang Yu was lost in confusion, a communication request appeared on his Eye Armor.
The call connected.
You Chuan’s face materialized before him.
"Zhang Yu… classmate?" You Chuan’s eyes flickered.
"Are you alright?"
At the very moment of breakthrough—just before Zhang Yu’s flesh fully activated—the entire simulation abruptly severed.
Then, within seconds, the simulation collapsed entirely.
The incident sent a jolt through You Chuan.
He immediately ordered Customer Service to seal the incident, erase logs, and secure all related data.
Then, he contacted Zhang Yu personally.
Seeing Zhang Yu unharmed, You Chuan exhaled in silent relief.
Good. Good.
While Zhang Yu’s failure wouldn’t matter much to Chui Xin Ju, it would be a personal disaster for him.
But as he studied You Chuan’s odd expression, Fujie asked:
"What’s going on?"
After hearing Zhang Yu’s account, Fujie smiled faintly.
"Don’t worry. If it were serious, they wouldn’t just be contacting you directly like this."
"From their perspective, this might just be a mistake on their end."
"Otherwise, why bypass official channels and reach out privately?"
"I think we can push back a little."
Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow, then looked straight at You Chuan:
"What’s going on with Chui Xin Ju? A mistake like this could’ve killed me!"
You Chuan’s heart sank.
This is bad.
He denied any fault outwardly, but inwardly, he was uncertain.
He had no idea what had happened in those few seconds when the connection dropped.
Zhang Yu continued:
"You don’t want to take responsibility? Then I want a refund. I’m filing a lawsuit. I’ve already saved all the corrupted Ling Realm data."
You Chuan’s stomach dropped again.
He remembered his own adjustments to the simulation parameters.
Sighing inwardly, he began negotiations.
After long back-and-forth, they reached a compromise.
You Chuan:
"As long as you don’t initiate the official refund process, acknowledge the service was completed, and drop this incident, I’ll personally refund 2.5 Lingbi per month for 12 months."
Better than letting him keep pushing Lingrou Heyi Zhi Lu, he thought. It’s wasting resources, corrupting our data, and could trigger another disaster.
Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up.
"Interest too?"
More negotiation.
Eventually, You Chuan agreed—3.3 Lingbi per month, including interest, to cover the Lingrou Heyi Zhi Lu installment payments.
Zhang Yu considered pushing further—but he knew he’d already achieved Ling Rou He Yi.
And the events in the simulation—the voice, the sudden activation of his body’s vitality—were things he wasn’t ready to reveal.
So he understood: this wasn’t something he could truly escalate.
Now it’s a game of two scared parties. But for now, I’ve got the upper hand.
After signing the agreement, Zhang Yu ended the call.
He couldn’t help but grin.
This was a massive win. I got free Lingrou Heyi Zhi Lu.
Fujie, however, was more focused on the Network address Zhang Yu had received.
But Zhang Yu didn’t log in immediately.
After a moment’s thought, he forwarded the address to Zhang Pianpian, asking if she saw anything wrong.
"Where did you get this address?" Zhang Pianpian asked, puzzled.
"It points to the Deep Ling Realm—almost at the edge of Level 2."
"It doesn’t look like an old one. More like it was generated recently."
"But it’s sealed with advanced encryption. I can’t access the content. Forcing entry would corrupt the data."
Under Zhang Pianpian’s protection, Zhang Yu finally accessed the network site.
After a long silence, Zhang Pianpian asked:
"What did you see?"
"A… technique?" Zhang Yu murmured, confused.
"Not in the Great Library. Something completely new."
In his mind, he added:
It fits into the Chain Law Diagram Set. Part of the Great Saint’s Successor Set.
Zhang Pianpian raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly what technique?"
Zhang Yu recited the text.
After searching through every database in the Ling Realm, Zhang Pianpian said slowly:
"I have no record of this technique in any of my data."
"This means… it’s a Black Technique."
Zhang Yu frowned.
"Black Technique? What does that mean?"
Zhang Pianpian explained:
"A technique not listed in the Top Ten Sects’ Daozang Catalog. No copyright registration. No historical records."
"Most believe Black Techniques were banned and erased by the Top Ten Sects."
"They may have originated from long-lost sects… or been created by individuals who were erased from history."
"Then… sister," Zhang Yu asked curiously, "can I cultivate this?"
Zhang Pianpian paused.
"From what I’ve seen, the technique itself doesn’t appear dangerous."
"In fact, I’d say its quality is at least Pre-Military Grade—maybe even Military Grade."
"But the danger lies in its origin. Whoever sent this… they might be watching you."
She looked at him seriously.
"But refusing to cultivate it would be a waste."
After a long moment, she said:
"Choose for yourself.
But remember—hide yourself. And never activate this Black Technique during any Consciousness dive into the Ling Realm Network. You don’t want to draw attention."
…
Not long after Zhang Yu began cultivating the Black Technique, time swept forward to late August—the final deadline for the semester exams.
(End of Chapter)
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