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Chapter 345: The Second Heart Method – Exam Begins
Late August.
Zhang Yu sat cross-legged in his dorm room, fully attuned to his current state.
Since arriving in Wanfa University City of the Second Layer back in June of last year—three months of foundational training, followed by relentless progress after the September semester began—he had finally reaped the rich rewards of his cultivation journey.
His Dao Heart had reached Level 15 (55.1%), and his internal cultivation method had smoothly advanced to the Ling Rou He Yi realm, now flowing as naturally as breathing. The Second Heart Method had also been unlocked.
His Martial Energy, fueled by ceaseless practice of the Breathing Technique, had surged to 752.8 units.
Despite a gradually slowing rate of improvement, his Martial Energy Quality had climbed steadily to 173%.
Though the second semester had focused primarily on the Breathing Technique, Zhang Yu had also maintained progress through multiple Dao Arts services, nutrient-rich food supplements, various Hulang Zhi Yao, constant gravity refinement from the Jiuyu Zhenyue Belt, and countless overtime shifts at the Construction Site. As a result, his Physical Strength Level had now reached 15.88.
With all aspects of his cultivation stabilizing, his Qi Conduction Efficiency had climbed to 53%, with his Qi reaching a maximum transmission distance of over 50 meters.
Feeling the surging power within him, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but let a satisfied smile form on his lips.
Then he glanced at his bank balance.
Though he spent heavily each month on Spirit Stones, pills, Ling Realm bandwidth, Dao Arts services, and Ling Realm subscriptions, Zhang Yu had been unusually fortunate—earning windfalls more than once. Later, he’d obtained the Lingrou Heyi Zhi Lu for free, and as his work efficiency improved, he occasionally sold surplus Martial Energy.
Thanks to this, his account balance hadn’t just held steady—it had grown, now totaling 46 Lingbi.
Staring at the 46 Lingbi in his account, Zhang Yu felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment.
“This feeling of deeply solidified Xian Dao Potential… it’s truly exquisite.”
At the same time, a roar echoed in his mind—the White Cow, stirring restlessly, on the verge of a new transformation.
And this transformation stemmed from the Second Heart Method he’d acquired from the Ling Realm—a Black Technique.
The method’s name was Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen.
From the moment Zhang Yu first read its content, his Consciousness recognized it as a counterpart to the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique.
When he’d fully grasped the complete version of the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, he understood its core principle: fight to the very last breath. Even when mortally wounded, limbs severed, one must still charge forward, dying a thousand times but never surrendering.
To make this possible, the technique awakened the body’s vitality, granting the cultivator extraordinary self-healing abilities—enabling survival through repeated suicidal combat, preparing for the next sacrifice.
Without such regeneration, repeated battles would inevitably destroy the body, leaving no chance for future combat.
Yet even with the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique’s support, safety was never guaranteed. In the brutal cycle of life-or-death battles, death was always a possibility.
That was precisely where Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen came in—to fill that gap.
In the text Zhang Yu had received, the technique was said to advance all the way to Dao Heart Level 80. That meant it could guide cultivation from Qi Cultivation Stage Level 1 all the way through to Foundation Establishment Stage Level 20, Jin Dan Stage Level 30… and ultimately, all the way to a staggering Level 80.
This was the first time Zhang Yu had obtained a complete progression path for a technique.
Previously, the techniques he’d purchased had only gone up to Qi Cultivation or Foundation Establishment stages.
The final stage of this method claimed that every fiber of flesh and blood would contain a conscious thought. When combined with an 80th-level Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, one could regenerate from a single drop of blood—truly immortal. Even a single drop of blood, a single strand of hair, could spawn an independent avatar. The cultivator would possess countless avatars.
The philosophy behind Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen was absolute resistance—never stopping until every drop of blood, every bone, was utterly shattered.
As Zhang Yu began cultivating this technique, he felt its power grow: each level increased the speed of his mental processing. And now, at this moment, a qualitative shift occurred.
“Nine deaths, still unyielding. Sacrifice without regret—only then does the spirit return to the flesh.”
The cultivation mantra echoed once more through his mind.
And at that instant, Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen reached Level 10.
Zhang Yu felt his consciousness split in two.
The White Cow roaring in his mind let out a thunderous bellow, and its head split into two—becoming a dual-headed white ox.
With the bellowing of the two-headed beast, Zhang Yu realized he could now simultaneously operate two distinct thoughts.
This was the Level 10 effect of Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen: the ability to run two thoughts in parallel.
With further cultivation, his mental speed would continue to accelerate, and the number of parallel thoughts he could manage would increase—eventually reaching ten, then a hundred, and ultimately, one thought per single fiber of flesh and blood.
Combined with the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, this would enable the ultimate state: blood regeneration, immortality, and the creation of countless avatars.
As Zhang Yu began to grasp the true power of this method, he finally understood why his sister had said it, even if not Military Grade, was at least Pre-Military Grade.
“Perhaps in the era when this technique was created, it truly was a Military-Grade method,” he mused.
“Over time, though, Military-Grade techniques grew stronger, and this one gradually dropped to Pre-Military Grade—just like Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin?”
Of course, Zhang Yu was still far from the legendary state of blood regeneration and infinite avatars. Right now, the most practical benefit of Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen wasn’t in the body—but in Qi control.
Two Wuxiang Forces materialized behind him. With a sharp crack, they collided violently.
Two human-shaped Qi auras clashed in midair—fists flying, feet striking—each move perfectly executed under Zhang Yu’s dual-consciousness control, as if two real people were fighting.
Zhang Yu mentally calculated: With Level 10 Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen, two minds working in tandem… I can probably control nine Wuxiang Forces with full precision at maximum effort.
But naturally, the cost in Martial Energy per unit time will be significantly higher.
Just then, a voice came from beside him.
“Zhang Yu, come on. It’s time for the exam.”
Yu Xinghan cracked his knuckles, eyes blazing with determination.
“After all this hard training, it’s finally time to make our mark.”
As they walked toward the exam hall, they passed countless students hurrying to their tests.
It was the end of the academic year—too many exams to count. Zhang Pianpian and Le Mulan had already left their dorms early.
When Zhang Yu and Yu Xinghan arrived, they found a crowd of students already waiting, faces etched with tension, anticipation, or excitement.
The first Daoxin Exam officially began.
…
Deep Ling Realm.
Feng Jiu, the spirit of the Dao Heart teacher, observed the exam scene from within the Ling Realm.
Images of students flashed before her—each moment meticulously recorded.
This year’s Daoxin Exam used randomized question selection, combined with a portion of public data. Though the content varied, each scenario was matched with a precise scoring rubric, ensuring the most accurate evaluation of each student’s Dao Heart level.
One scene showed Li Xiao walking down the street like a zombie.
His exam question: Death.
At that moment, he discovered his Ling Realm Network data had been mistakenly flagged as deceased.
As a result, he was declared dead across all domains.
His Ling Realm Network was severed. His Eye Armor displayed only a gray, lifeless city.
His bank account was frozen—no Lingbi could be accessed.
Even his Yuan Ci Channel was revoked.
All his titles, rankings, and domains vanished. To others, he was now just a ghost.
When he was accidentally knocked over, he received no medical aid, no compensation—because, in their eyes, he was already dead.
He drifted through the gray city like a lost soul, enduring mental torment.
The spirit recorded: Emotional autonomy: 76. Inner stability: 72. Inner richness: 71. Lacks resilience in solitary cultivation. High dependence on social validation.
After scoring Li Xiao, the spirit turned to another student.
Ying Xin’s test scenario? Bankruptcy.
To countless Kunxu citizens, bankruptcy was the beginning of spiritual death—more terrifying than cultivation collapse or demonic taint.
Yet Ying Xin faced it with calm composure.
“It’s time to show off the legacy of six generations of Civil Engineering masters.”
She slammed her palm forward. Under the force of her 20th-level Digging Palm, the earth split open. Six coffins erupted from the ground.
Above each coffin floated a number—price tags of the corpses within. From Father to Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather, the numbers grew larger, radiating increasingly terrifying pressure.
“Six generations’ legacy! Help me rise again and mend the sky!”
Watching her unwavering resolve, the spirit recorded: Highly socialized family structure. Exceptional psychological resilience. Further confirmation of the theory: the wealthier one is, the stronger their emotional capacity.
Money truly is the most important metric. I still don’t understand why wealth isn’t included in university rankings.
Meanwhile, more student data flooded in.
Yu Xinghan now faced a broken engagement.
A wealthy upper-class heiress, with family assets exceeding ten thousand Lingbi, delivered the divorce letter.
Facing humiliation from the rich, mockery from relatives, laughter from classmates, and veiled threats from the heiress herself—layers of psychological pressure crushed down on him.
“Yu Xinghan, if you have any spine, just accept it. We can still be friends.”
Spine? Yu Xinghan’s fury erupted.
He had never felt more betrayed.
The injustice of being falsely accused made him tear the letter apart and shout back:
“No divorce!”
“Even if he becomes the master, I’ll be the humble husband! I’m marrying her—no one can stop me! Unless you go bankrupt today.”
The spirit watched, shook her head, and noted: This exam question is outdated. The database needs updating. Who even cares about honor or dignity anymore? Let me assign him a new one.
(End of Chapter)
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