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Chapter 357: Bai Zhenzhen's Damage Assessment – Le Mulan
In the Ling Realm projection, Bai Zhenzhen’s face was drenched in sweat, her body radiating waves of heat, a faint aura of ferocity lingering on her features—clearly, she had just emerged from a brutal battle.
Zhang Yu blinked in surprise. “You just finished the exam?”
Bai Zhenzhen nodded, panting slightly. “Phew… only rested for ten minutes or so.”
“The final exam dragged on from daytime yesterday all the way into the night. It was over hundreds of kilometers away…”
She paused, then her expression softened into a wry smile. “The content involved military secrets. Can’t talk about it. Let’s drop it.”
Zhang Yu’s mind stirred. Tianjian University’s final exam… just like Wanfa University’s Civil Engineering Department finals. They’re clearly preparing for war, aren’t they?
Bai Zhenzhen leaned forward, eyes bright with anticipation. “How’d you do on your finals? Beat Ji Yuanchi this time?”
Zhang Yu promptly sent over a screenshot of his ranking. Bai Zhenzhen’s gaze lit up instantly. She smiled warmly. “Not bad, my good son. You really nailed it.”
A spark of excitement flashed in her eyes. “Now we’re both even closer to the Top Ten competition.”
Zhang Yu nodded. He still remembered their promise—both of them breaking into the Top Ten League together.
“Oh, by the way,” Bai Zhenzhen added, “I sent you some delicious treats. Should arrive in a couple of days. Don’t forget to pick them up.”
“I’ll be coming to Wanfa University in November for the Flying Sword Tournament. If you’re free, come watch me compete.”
“November?” Zhang Yu mused. The department’s Civil Engineering Competition is in December… so A Zhen won’t be able to see my match.
But honestly, I’m still just a reserve player. Worrying about it’s pointless.
As Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen chatted, Le Mulan sat quietly beside them, silent and still.
She watched Zhang Yu’s happy expression and silently thought: He’s calling Bai Zhenzhen again, isn’t he?
After living together for over a year, Le Mulan knew that no matter where Zhang Yu was—studying, working, in the dorm, or on a construction site—he always made time to call Bai Zhenzhen every night. That routine had become as unshakable as gravity.
She just couldn’t understand…
Why can’t Zhang Yu just call Bai Zhenzhen while simultaneously doing Martial Energy Infusion with me? It’d save so much time.
Le Mulan shook her head, about to close her eyes and begin her Breathing Technique—when a message from her older brother, Le Jingchen, interrupted her.
Le Jingchen: I asked the professor. It should be fine. She’s very satisfied with your situation. You’re to attend the interview tomorrow.
Le Jingchen: She’s a veteran in high-end pharmaceuticals and a top-tier technical expert at the company. Learn everything you can from her.
Le Jingchen: Especially self-production pharmaceutical techniques. Your talent fits that path perfectly.
Le Mulan understood what “self-production pharmaceutical techniques” meant—using one’s own body as a furnace, martial energy as fuel, refining ingested herbs into powerful elixirs.
Compared to mass-production methods that required building new pharmaceutical factories and production lines every time cultivation level rose, this method produced far less, but directly tied potency to cultivation level. Higher cultivation meant higher-grade medicine—no need for costly infrastructure upgrades.
After discussing the mentorship, Le Jingchen shifted to another matter.
Le Jingchen: The company heard about Zhang Yu’s results. They’re extremely curious about how he managed to defeat Ji Yuanchi.
Le Jingchen: But they’ve analyzed his material samples countless times—nothing useful came out.
Le Jingchen: They want to buy the breeding rights to Zhang Yu’s lineage and cultivate a generation of his descendants.
Le Jingchen: Try to persuade him. See if he’s willing.
Le Mulan stared at the message, then replied:
It’s unlikely. He’s always been protective of his breeding rights. Refused to sell even in the First Layer.
Le Jingchen: Do your best. If there’s any chance, push him. Holding onto the rights is useless. Better to turn it into resources and upgrade your strength.
As Le Mulan typed her reply, Zhang Yu suddenly stood up, began twisting his waist, and started stretching his body.
“Let’s fight,” he said with a grin. “A Zhen, remember—you never beat me back in high school.”
In front of him, Bai Zhenzhen mirrored his movements, her muscles rippling as heat shimmered off her body.
“You know,” she said with a smirk, “your new dorm’s Ling Realm network is solid. Feedback is instant, latency almost nonexistent.”
“Perfect chance to test your current level.”
“Don’t forget—lose, and you call me Mom.”
With that, their figures blurred and collided in midair, engaging in a fierce clash within the cramped dorm.
But due to the Ling Realm network’s constraints, their physical bodies couldn’t truly touch. They clashed and separated instantly—only techniques, not flesh, were exchanged.
Without the advantage of raw physical defense, Zhang Yu quickly fell behind. Every move he made was anticipated, countered before it could land.
He surged his internal force, speeding up until his movements created sonic booms. His fists and palms cracked the air, leaving trails of shockwaves.
Yet no matter how fast he moved, Bai Zhenzhen matched him with ease. Before he could even finish a technique, she spotted his flaw and forced him into a constant string of evasions—always on the defensive.
“One me isn’t enough. Let’s bring two.”
Zhang Yu activated the Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen technique, channeling the One Mind, Two Uses method—his left and right hands executing entirely different martial arts simultaneously, overwhelming Bai Zhenzhen with dual pressure.
At first, she was caught off guard. But her reaction snapped into place. Her sword finger ignited with lightning, slicing through both of his simultaneous attacks with effortless precision.
Zhang Yu pushed further—third, fourth, even fifth layers of thought.
Now every part of his body—hands, feet, elbows, knees—became a deadly weapon. His movements shifted unpredictably, without pattern, as if four people were fighting through one body. Bai Zhenzhen struggled to keep up, her eyes flickering with confusion.
But the cost of such complexity was chaos.
Each layer of thought operated independently, often contradicting the others. One mind wanted to punch forward with the right hand, while another commanded the right leg to push off and dodge sideways—clashing, dragging, and weakening each other.
Zhang Yu’s coordination began to unravel. His movements grew frantic.
Just as he was locked in full combat, his fists tearing through sound barriers, a sudden thud echoed.
He felt himself crash into something cold and soft.
Bai Zhenzhen frowned. “Yu, what are you doing? Why’d you stop?”
In her view, she only saw Zhang Yu’s body projection—no context, no surroundings.
But when Zhang Yu severed the projection and activated his camera feed…
Le Mulan, lying unconscious on the floor, appeared on screen.
Bai Zhenzhen tilted her head. “Is Le Mulan sleeping?”
Zhang Yu sighed. “I accidentally knocked her out.”
Bai Zhenzhen snapped. “Then what are you waiting for? Check her condition!”
Zhang Yu replied, “I looked. She’s got a small bump on her forehead. I’ve already applied Cold Ice Martial Energy to reduce swelling.”
“She’s breathing steadily. Just a concussion—nothing serious.”
Bai Zhenzhen shook her head. “I’m not talking about that. You hit someone. You need to document it—take photos, assess the damage. Now, while she’s still unconscious.”
“Don’t wait until she wakes up. You could get sued.”
Zhang Yu hesitated. He didn’t know Bai Zhenzhen and Le Mulan well, but he did feel close to her. “You think she’d really do that?”
Bai Zhenzhen narrowed her eyes. “You’ve never heard of students accidentally injuring classmates… only to get sued by the victim who faked injuries and demanded huge compensation?”
Fujie chimed in. “Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen’s right. It’s not just a possibility—it’s a real risk.”
“After all, you’re now a Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator. Moving at hypersonic speeds? You’ll inevitably hit someone someday. You need to learn how to do proper damage assessment and evidence collection.”
Bai Zhenzhen snapped. “Strip her clothes. Check for external and internal injuries.”
“Even if she doesn’t sue you, if she’s injured internally, delaying treatment only increases medical costs. And guess who pays?”
Zhang Yu nodded slowly. She’s right. If Le Mulan really did sustain internal injuries, we have to act fast.
Under Bai Zhenzhen’s urging, Zhang Yu first peeled off Le Mulan’s outer clothes and trousers, checking her hands and feet for wounds.
Bai Zhenzhen: “Left arm.”
“Right arm.”
“Thighs.”
“Turn on the light—brighter. Use a spotlight. Can’t see anything in this dimness.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve already taken photos. All four limbs are intact. No scratches, no abrasions.”
“Now take a wide shot—include the impact marks around her.”
Zhang Yu stared at Le Mulan’s pale, exposed form lying on the floor. “Is this… respectful?”
Bai Zhenzhen shot back. “This is standard procedure after a collision. What’s ‘respectful’ about it? Respect won’t heal her. Respect won’t cut medical costs.”
She continued. “Flip her over. Check her belly and back for damage.”
Under her guidance, Zhang Yu rolled Le Mulan onto her stomach.
Bai Zhenzhen pointed. “See that small bruise on her abdomen? That’s definitely the impact point.”
“Let me take a close-up.”
“Done. Now touch it. What’s the sensation?”
Zhang Yu said, “Cold.”
Bai Zhenzhen pressed. “Anything else?”
Zhang Yu: “Slippery.”
Bai Zhenzhen groaned. “I told you—what I meant was: are her internal organs damaged?!”
(End of Chapter)
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