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Chapter 352: Two Teachers of Zhang Yu
After briefly briefing Zhang Yu on the intelligence regarding the Civil Engineering Seven Supreme and the Seven Supreme Spirit Armors, Director Gao stopped speaking.
In his view, these matters were still far too distant for Zhang Yu to grasp. He’d only mentioned them casually—planting a seed in the young man’s mind. Whether Zhang Yu would ever earn his Military License, or master the Civil Engineering Seven Supreme—even Director Gao couldn’t say for certain.
“Once I’ve passed on the Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal to you, feel free to ask me anything,” Director Gao said. “If you manage to win first place in your second and third years, and master the Civil Engineering Three Secrets, I’ll promote you from Named Disciple to Direct Disciple.”
Beside him, Tu Lishan felt a flicker of surprise. Director Gao’s words were no mere formality—this meant he truly saw great potential in Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu, meanwhile, was once again reminded of Ciji Zhenjun. A quiet unease settled in his chest. If things go this way, by my third year, will I have two masters vying for me?
And judging by Director Gao’s tone today…
Zhang Yu felt the resistance to switching departments growing heavier with every passing moment.
With all matters settled, Director Gao didn’t linger. In a flash, his Ling Realm projection vanished without a trace.
Tu Lishan turned to Zhang Yu, his smile warm and kind. “Since Director Gao has officially taken you as his disciple, we’re now brothers in the same lineage. From now on, I’ll call you Brother Zhang.”
Zhang Yu quickly replied, “Master Tu, I’ve always appreciated your kindness and support.”
“Haha, no need for formality,” Tu Lishan chuckled. “I didn’t bring anything today, but I’ll send you a gift in a few days—something you’ll definitely like.”
As they walked out together, the two—Tu Lishan eager to invest in Zhang Yu’s future, and Zhang Yu keen to strengthen their bond—quickly found common ground. Both belonged to the War Faction of the Civil Engineering Department, and their conversation flowed effortlessly.
Zhang Yu seized the moment to ask a question:
“What’s the relationship between our Civil Engineering Department and the Alchemy Department?”
Tu Lishan explained with clarity:
“Each of the three top-tier departments is vast, spanning multiple industries. But if we had to distill their essence into a single word: Finance Department is capital, Alchemy Department is technology, and Dao Arts is energy.”
“Of course, that doesn’t mean they’re isolated. Alchemy needs funding and energy. Finance holds advanced tech and energy sources too. But these three terms do capture the core identity and aspirations of each department.”
Listening intently, Zhang Yu finally grasped the deeper dynamics among the three powerhouse departments.
Tu Lishan continued:
“Relations between Finance, Alchemy, and us are all strong. But Finance leans closer to the Peace Faction, while Alchemy aligns more with our War Faction.”
Zhang Yu then asked:
“Does the Alchemy Department truly believe the University War will escalate?”
“Believe it?” Tu Lishan gave a wry laugh. “If it weren’t for someone holding them back, those war-hungry alchemists would’ve jumped in years ago. They’d sell Spirit Artifacts and Spirit Armors to every corner of Kunxu if they could.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes flickered. “I heard Alchemy Department has a Ciji Zhenjun—very powerful. How does he stand with your master?”
“Ciji Zhenjun?” Tu Lishan smiled. “He and Director Gao have been close friends for years—knew each other even before joining Wanfa University.”
…
In the Ling Realm Network.
Director Gao sent a message to Ciji Zhenjun:
Just took in a first-year gem.
Civil Engineering Department, Foundation Establishment Class, Rank 1.
Defeated Old Lin’s Direct Disciple through sheer Civil Engineering skill.
Old Lin’s video.
Look at how furious he is—completely speechless, ran away in disgrace.
Ciji Zhenjun: You’re amazing.
Director Gao raised an eyebrow. Something felt off about the reply.
Ciji Zhenjun: So you’ve taken Zhang Yu as your disciple?
Director Gao: Yes. Named Disciple. If he performs well over the next two years, I plan to make him a Direct Disciple.
Ciji Zhenjun: Congratulations. You’ve secured an exceptional student.
Ciji Zhenjun: I’m genuinely envious. Such talent is rare.
Director Gao frowned. There was something in the tone—something subtle, just out of reach. He couldn’t pinpoint it, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling.
Ciji Zhenjun: By the way… I’ve recently taken on a disciple too.
Director Gao perked up. “Oh? Who?”
Ciji Zhenjun: A backdoor candidate—nothing special.
If he ever amounts to something, I’ll introduce him to you later.
…
On the Yuan Ci Channel.
Zhang Yu strolled back to his dorm with light steps, then sent a message in the group chat:
Guys, prepare to move—luxury dorms await.
Finally achieved a milestone, Zhang Yu thought. Now comes the Civil Engineering Department competition, second-year courses… and…
He paused, thinking of the Alchemy Department’s curriculum.
After all, Ciji Zhenjun had demanded he master all first to third-year Alchemy courses and pass the exams.
With the first-year finals behind him, Zhang Yu was now officially a second-year student in theory.
Time to start studying Alchemy.
And Lingbi…
He glanced at his balance. With the 10 Lingbi student loan now in his account, his total had reached a solid 56 Lingbi.
Enough to activate my sister’s Dao Seed.
But 50 Lingbi…
The thought of spending nearly all his savings made him wince.
Civil Engineering competition. Second-year courses. Alchemy. Always broke…
As he thought through it, the lightness after winning the Foundation Establishment Class title began to fade.
Suddenly, the future felt heavier.
Just then, a faint glow flickered in Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor—someone had posted in the competition team group.
Ma Xuan: @Ji Yuanchi, finished? How’d it go?
Ji Yuanchi: Not bad.
Ma Xuan: Then let’s train tomorrow.
Other team members popped in, discussing plans with Ji Yuanchi.
But Zhang Yu—still a reserve—was utterly ignored. Invisible.
…
Ji Yuanchi stared at the chat, his expression grim. He forced a polite reply, while suppressing the rising Qi Yun within him.
After checking the final exam results, he realized he might lose his first-place position.
But Finance or Qi Yun—neither would allow surrender until the very end.
Because once he admitted defeat, the Qi Yun would immediately turn on him, devouring his spirit.
So as long as there was a sliver of hope—before tonight’s ranking update—he would never show weakness.
To others, he remained calm, composed, unshaken—just like every time before.
But inside… he couldn’t lie to himself.
As minutes passed, his anxiety grew.
He refreshed the ranking again and again—eager to know the result, yet terrified of it.
…
In Wanfa University City.
On the 667th Floor construction site.
Zhang Yu paused mid-work, noticing a message.
Ying Xin: Senior Brother, congratulations! [Confetti][Confetti][Confetti]
Zhang Yu blinked. What? You’re calling me Senior Brother?
Ying Xin: You’re the top-ranked student in the Foundation Establishment Class, and now Director Gao’s Named Disciple. That makes you our Senior Brother, of course.
Senior Brother, I heard you moved into a 30-square-meter luxury dorm—can you share your room number? I’d like to send you a congratulatory gift.
Zhang Yu’s mind clicked. Ah… “Senior Brother” is just a flattery nickname.
He glanced at his buzzing alarm. Ranking’s updated.
He opened it immediately.
1st: Zhang Yu – Comprehensive Score 2553
2nd: Ji Yuanchi – Comprehensive Score 2551
3rd: Gong Shuijin – Comprehensive Score 2499
4th: Ying Xin – Comprehensive Score 2488
5th: Yu Xinghan – Comprehensive Score 2475
He already knew the result from the inside track, but seeing it on the screen still made him smile.
After reading Ying Xin’s message, he sent his new dorm address and asked: What’s the gift?
Ying Xin: My family’s ancestral ashes.
From your exam, I saw you didn’t use Driving Living Piles or Blood Sacrifices—so you probably lack this material.
My family’s ashes are top-grade. A sprinkle during construction boosts building strength—guaranteed.
Zhang Yu stared, face twitching.
Is this… too much?
Are you even sure you’ve got enough?
Maybe we should skip this?
Ying Xin: Why would it be rude?
Ashes aren’t meant to stay buried—wasting in the ground! If your ancestors knew, they’d be furious.
And don’t worry—just a pinch per use. Extremely durable.
As long as I use less than my entire body when I die, it’ll keep growing with each generation.
Senior Brother, refusing this… are you upset with me?
Under Ying Xin’s relentless insistence, Zhang Yu finally agreed.
Just as he was replying, more messages poured in.
Gong Shuijin: Congratulations.
After waiting a while and seeing no reply, Gong Shuijin sent a red packet.
Gong Shuijin: 0.01 Lingbi
The money was instantly claimed.
Zhang Yu replied: Sorry, was busy—didn’t see it.
Gong Shuijin: No worries, totally understand. [Hands Prayer]
Just wanted to congratulate you—amazing performance.
Next time, let’s test Spirit Armors together.
Zhang Yu: Deal.
He dismissed the message and turned his attention to another chat window.
It was Ye Xingli from the Alchemy Department.
Though months had passed, Zhang Yu still remembered her lavish gesture—her extravagant all-you-can-eat dinner. Her silhouette, radiant as a galaxy.
Ye Xingli: Haha, even in Alchemy Department, my master’s been talking about you.
Zhang Yu: Your master… is?
Ye Xingli: Ciji Zhenjun.
(End of Chapter)
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