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Chapter 348: The Tide of Fate, Civil Engineering Orthodoxy
Yu Xinghan alternated between observing Ying Xin’s material tempering and studying Gong Shuijin’s construction techniques, then glanced toward the other students. Thanks to his Third Eye Ability, with its all-encompassing vision, he could clearly monitor every student’s movements and condition.
“My construction ability… isn’t particularly strong,” he mused inwardly.
“I’ve spent most of my time off-site, giving massages to those who’ve come out of the construction zone.”
He memorized each classmate’s motions, mimicked their gestures, replicated their actions—like a master tailor stitching together individual construction steps, seamlessly sewing them into his own construction site.
But then, a sudden pause. His eyes narrowed.
“Zhang Yu… that kid…”
In his observation, Zhang Yu had simply sat still, devouring rebar and cement with wild, ravenous bites.
“What in the world is he doing? Is he sneaking snacks in the Examination Hall?”
“Is this really the time for such nonsense?”
Meanwhile, deep within the construction site, Zhang Yu felt the building materials being consumed by his digestive system. A quiet thought stirred in his heart:
“Ying Xin was right.
The quality of materials—we must elevate it ourselves.”
His body surged with martial energy. Muscles rippled and contracted violently, radiating an astonishing elasticity.
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With a flood of martial energy surging through him, Zhang Yu’s muscles and internal organs suddenly inflated—like a balloon being blown up—rapidly expanding into a towering giant.
Then, with a wide open mouth, he swallowed vast quantities of construction materials whole.
But he wasn’t digesting them. He was using his No. 15 Secret Steel digestive tract to reforge the materials, brutally amplifying their strength.
As he felt the materials transform within him, Zhang Yu’s gaze remained unwavering.
“Not enough,” he murmured silently.
“In this Examination Hall, there are people stronger than me in spirit armor, wealth, experience, even in Dao Arts.
To win, I must fully unleash my own advantage—my most authentic, most civil engineering essence. I’ll forge this bunker into something unbreakable!”
With a low roar, his Gang Qi exploded outward. A series of Human-Form Qi Auras emerged behind him, catching the materials he spat out and beginning to lay the foundation on the construction site.
Ji Yuanchi had been watching Zhang Yu closely—after all, the boy was his closest rival in this exam.
Seeing Zhang Yu coalesce those Human-Form Qi Auras, however, Ji Yuanchi merely smirked faintly.
“Such a waste of martial energy.”
As steel-reinforced concrete walls rose one after another, Ji Yuanchi’s Wuxiang Force threaded through them. Gradually, his construction team became nearly invisible beneath the growing structure.
Time slipped away, marked only by the relentless rhythm of hammering and clashing—each student pouring their entire first-year knowledge into their site, leaving nothing behind.
As bunkers began to rise from the ground, Tu Lishan watched with growing curiosity and anticipation.
With only minutes left before the three-hour construction window closed, the number of active builders dwindled.
Most students had already finished.
Seeing Zhang Yu’s bunker still echoing with frantic hammering, Gong Shuijin frowned.
“Could it be he exhausted too much energy earlier? His construction efficiency must’ve dropped—now he’s falling behind?”
When the three-hour mark struck, the sounds within Zhang Yu’s construction site abruptly ceased.
Zhang Yu stepped out, a hint of regret on his face.
The onlookers exchanged glances.
Did he fail to complete the interior?
At that moment, a faint shimmer flashed within Tu Lishan’s Eye Armor.
A figure in ancient robes—dressed like a scholar from ages past—appeared before him.
It was Director Gao’s Ling Realm Projection.
Director Gao’s voice was calm.
“How’s it going?”
Tu Lishan replied respectfully.
“The construction has just finished. Now we begin the inspection.”
One by one, assistants and other Civil Engineering Department supervisors entered each bunker, inspecting the internal conditions and recording their findings.
Watching this, Director Gao gave a slight nod.
“Hmm. I’m just checking the first-year results.”
Tu Lishan sensed the director’s mood was sour. Considering today’s date, he suspected it was tied to the final grades.
Director Gao was dissatisfied with the semester’s overall performance.
Among the various factions in the Civil Engineering Department—warriors and peace advocates alike—five of the war faction’s grades had fallen behind, losing their top spot.
If Ji Yuanchi had taken first place in the first year, then six grades in total were now trailing.
Director Gao asked, “What are Zhang Yu and Gong Shuijin’s chances of winning?”
Tu Lishan hesitated.
“It’s hard to say.”
Director Gao frowned.
“Then I’ll see for myself.”
Meanwhile, students gathered around the construction site, hearts pounding as they awaited the inspection—and the upcoming ten waves of assault.
The inspection concluded swiftly.
Ying Xin glanced at her 100% completion status, letting out a quiet breath.
Now it’s down to how many waves I can endure.
Around the construction site, shimmering Ling Realm Projections rose into the air. Within everyone’s Eye Armor, glowing bands of light encircled the sites, sealing them off with a “No Entry” aura.
With Tu Lishan’s announcement, the final phase began.
The first wave struck.
As the barriers rose, massive pipes erupted from the ground.
Then—like a mountain flood unleashed—the first wave of titanic force crashed against the bunkers.
Tremendous power surged through the waves, each tempestuous surge battering the bunkers like a siege engine. Students watched in dread, fearing their structures would collapse.
Ten minutes passed. The tide receded.
Tu Lishan nodded.
Second wave.
A thunderous roar filled the air.
Every bunker trembled as the simulation array activated. The ground beneath them heaved and buckled—like a storm raging beneath the earth.
The bunkers swayed violently, enduring what felt like a 7- or 8-magnitude earthquake.
Some students winced at cracks spreading across their walls.
Others exhaled in relief as their bunkers stood firm.
One minute later, the shaking stopped.
Not a single bunker had fallen.
Third wave: explosive detonations erupted across the field, sending visible shockwaves rippling through the bunkers.
It was during this wave that the first walls began to crumble.
By the end of the fourth wave, only four bunkers remained intact—though one’s outer wall was split open, revealing a glistening, crimson stain inside.
Tu Lishan raised an eyebrow.
“Ying Xin… made it this far?”
His gaze locked onto the crimson marks.
Blood ritual?
Director Gao’s Eye Armor displayed Ying Xin’s profile. He nodded slightly.
“She infused her own refined blood into the material during re-forging, along with ancestral ashes from her family. A true Blood Rite.”
A faint smile touched Director Gao’s lips. In his mind, he saw visions of students—each bearing Ying Xin’s face—her father, grandfather, and even earlier ancestors.
“Not bad… a sixth-generation Civil Engineer. Already mastering the Construction Blood Rite at first year.”
Fifth wave: massive fireballs surged upward, engulfing the remaining bunkers.
Ying Xin’s bunker shattered into fragments.
Gong Shuijin’s structure cracked open, revealing a spine-like core—its blood vessels and nerves weaving through the walls, drawing in Spirit Energy from the array like a living heart.
Tu Lishan’s eyes narrowed.
He inserted his Jin Gang Xuan Zao Spinal Spirit Armor into the array’s core?
Director Gao nodded approvingly.
“Oh? Driving Living Pile? That’s a second-year technique. Impressive he’s mastered it already—and managed to embed his spirit armor directly into the structure.”
Sixth wave: lightning cracked across the sky, followed by torrents of fire and thunder.
The entire construction site was consumed in a storm of explosions.
The shockwaves tore through everything, reducing rubble to dust.
Gong Shuijin stared at the remains of his spine—now gone—his soul screaming silently.
My Jin Gang Xuan Zao!
But remembering he’d sacrificed his own spine to anchor the foundation… and still only secured third place… he clenched his fists, fixing his gaze on the final two bunkers, desperate to uncover how they had endured.
Tu Lishan’s gaze shifted. His Eye Armor displayed Ji Yuanchi’s construction records—and the inspection data.
When he’d first seen this, he’d been stunned.
Now, seeing it again, awe returned.
Truly…
Inside the bunker’s basement, Ji Yuanchi’s body sat cross-legged, motionless—his corpse preserved.
He buried himself inside… using his own dead body to suppress fate, concentrate Spirit Energy, and push the array to its absolute limit.
No… it’s even deeper.
Even during the Guiding Spirit Vein phase, he’d already begun constructing Ji Xue—planning to be buried all along.
Tu Lishan scanned the ruins, the simulated Spirit Vein beneath the ground.
At first, he used his corpse and the Ji Xue to suppress fate, hoarding the most Spirit Energy in the vein.
But with every bunker’s collapse, his own bunker absorbed more energy.
This is the core of the Finance Department’s Qi Fate Method—each resource gained allows you to draw in more. It compounds. It grows. It can even shift the tides of fate itself.
Now… 90% of the simulated Spirit Energy is concentrated in Ji Yuanchi’s bunker.
Tu Lishan looked beyond the Examination Hall—toward the figure standing outside.
Ji Yuanchi’s spirit remained in the Ling Realm. The one before them was merely a projection. But the students, accustomed to perceiving the world through their Eye Armor, didn’t notice.
Meanwhile, Tu Lishan sensed the medical team’s rescue unit waiting just outside.
One young doctor muttered,
“Captain, how much longer do we wait?”
The lead doctor replied calmly,
“Until the exam ends. Then we can enter.”
The younger one frowned.
“But people who can afford us… why would they die in the Examination Hall?”
The senior doctor shrugged.
“Rich folks die a few times a year. It’s not like poor people—can’t afford to die.”
“Remember: don’t care how they died. Just bring the body back to life.”
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Director Gao stared at Ji Yuanchi’s bunker, feeling the unnatural stability—fueled by fate itself.
Suddenly, a confident voice echoed.
“Old Gao. How’s my student’s grasp of fate cultivation?”
A Ling Realm Projection appeared before Tu Lishan and Director Gao—Ji Yuanchi’s master, the representative of the Peace Faction in the Civil Engineering Department, Director Lin.
Director Gao shot him a cold glance.
“This isn’t your Civil Engineering Orthodoxy.”
Lin sighed.
“What is ‘orthodoxy’ in Civil Engineering? No matter how well you build, how precise your materials, how elegant your design—what good is it against fate? Against destiny?”
“Think of history. The strongest fortresses fell not to siege, but to betrayal. Not one was truly destroyed by force.”
“Even the most refined engineering, without Finance, without fate—ends up as someone’s discarded rag. Used. Then thrown away.”
Director Gao snorted.
“The Finance Department turns the world into a giant gambling den. If everyone’s playing, who’s left to build Kunxu? The sect must build Kunxu. Must prosper Kunxu. That’s the true trend.”
“Don’t preach grand ideals to me. Are you the one building Kunxu? Talk to me about the trend? The power is where the money is.”
Lin smirked, glancing at the final two bunkers.
“My disciples are more talented. I have more projects. More bank loans. If not me, then who holds the tide of fate?”
“Right now, all Spirit Energy in this Examination Hall flows to Ji Yuanchi. He is the chosen one. The Tide of Fate.”
“Then tell me, Old Gao—how long can your Civil Engineering Orthodoxy hold?”
(End of Chapter)
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