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Chapter 358: Unity of Four Hearts, Director Gao's Guidance (Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Bai Zhenzhen said, “You guys at Wanfa University didn’t even teach Battlefield First Aid?”
Zhang Yu was startled, then envious. “You actually have first aid classes?”
Bai Zhenzhen replied, “Probably because all the major insurance companies have refused to cover our department.”
“Honestly, I’ll just project myself over. Open full-sight permissions to me, and follow my movements exactly.”
With a flicker, Bai Zhenzhen’s figure materialized before Zhang Yu.
As full-sight access opened, she now seemed to be right there in the dorm room, as if she had physically arrived.
She knelt beside Le Mulan and instructed, “Extend your hands—mirror my movements…”
Zhang Yu’s hands merged with the projected image of Bai Zhenzhen’s, gently gliding over Le Mulan’s abdomen to assess the damage.
After a moment, Bai Zhenzhen nodded. “Not bad. Just a minor internal rupture.”
“This kind of thing? Follow my instructions, and we’ll heal her before she wakes up.”
Zhang Yu’s fingertips reconnected with Bai Zhenzhen’s, pressing gently on several points on Le Mulan’s belly.
Bai Zhenzhen added, “You said you’ve got that Cold Ice Martial Energy now, right? Inject it—freeze the wound.”
As the Cold Ice Martial Energy flowed in, Le Mulan’s eyelids twitched. Slowly, she opened her eyes, feeling a wave of icy chill spreading through her body.
“What… what happened?” Le Mulan frowned.
All she remembered was messaging her brother—then a deafening explosion—then darkness.
Now, dazed and disoriented, she saw Zhang Yu’s hand pressed against her stomach, feeling the steady stream of Martial Energy flowing into her. Her subconscious instinctively reached out, recalling the daily Martial Energy infusions she’d undergone before.
“Is the infusion starting already?”
The icy chill in her organs made her shiver. Without thinking, her subconscious reached out and wrapped her arms around Zhang Yu.
Seeing Le Mulan wake up and cling to Zhang Yu, trembling from the cold, Bai Zhenzhen circled them, filming the scene while nodding in satisfaction. “Good, good. Looks like no serious issues. Yu, you’re off the hook—you won’t have to pay any compensation now.”
But Zhang Yu, feeling Le Mulan wriggle against him, her icy, smooth limbs brushing his skin, couldn’t help but stiffen. “Stop squirming.”
Le Mulan’s foggy mind mumbled, “Not warm enough.”
Bai Zhenzhen said, “Didn’t you hear? She said it’s not warm enough. Heat up, quick—don’t freeze her to death.”
Zhang Yu sighed and forced his muscles to activate, raising his body temperature to warm her.
But as he felt her still shifting against him, her sweat beginning to mix with his, he found himself losing focus—his mind wandering despite his best efforts.
Especially with four thoughts running at once, his mental landscape was flooded with conflicting impulses, like trying to hold down a gourd while a gourd floats up—chaotic, endless, impossible to calm.
Bai Zhenzhen warned, “Your hand pressure changed—what’s going on?”
“Zhang Yu, I noticed during our fight earlier—you’re thinking too fast, your moves are wild and unpredictable. But they lack cohesion. No unified control.”
“I don’t know what’s causing it, but remember this: no matter how many thoughts you have, they must all be guided by one single will. Otherwise, the more thoughts you have, the more scattered and useless you become—harmful to yourself.”
Her words struck like lightning in Zhang Yu’s mind.
One will. One purpose.
The memory of their battle flashed before him.
“Of course. When using four minds, there must be a leader—otherwise, they’ll clash.”
Ever since his Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen had risen to Level 20, the once roaring two-headed white bull had transformed into a four-headed beast.
Now, with a thought, one head suddenly swelled, becoming the central mind, while the other three shrank, forming a protective ring around it.
Roar!
The dominant head bellowed:
“You—control the hands, apply pressure to the wound!”
“You—manage the Martial Energy, maintain the infusion!”
“You—activate the muscles, heat the body!”
“And me? I’ll suppress the distractions.”
Though the changes in his inner cultivation seemed vast, externally, it was just a blink of an eye.
In that instant, Zhang Yu’s four-mind technique underwent a transformation—not four minds working in harmony, but one mind directing the others, each carrying out its assigned task.
Moments later, though faint traces of distraction still flickered in his mind, the hand on Le Mulan’s body remained steady. The Martial Energy flow, the body heat—none were disrupted.
Le Mulan, feeling Zhang Yu’s body radiating warmth like a furnace, gradually calmed down.
A quiet realization dawned in Zhang Yu’s heart: This is how multiple minds should work—there must be hierarchy. Without it, they only hinder each other.
Zhang Yu said, “A Zhen, thank you. You just helped me break through a barrier.”
Bai Zhenzhen smiled faintly and waved a hand. “Teaching your own son? That’s only natural.”
“And remember the Damage Assessment Process I taught you—commit it to memory.”
“I’ll send you the recorded video later. Study it well. Next time you accidentally hit someone, you’ll have a reference.”
“Time’s up—I’m leaving.”
As she faded away, Zhang Yu stared at the space where she’d been, mentally replaying the footage.
Inside, he cursed: These Kunxu people… what are they even thinking? Treating people like tools? Turning them into mere machines.
“Too hot,” Le Mulan gasped, startled by the sudden wave of heat. The warmth snapped her fully awake.
Seeing she was fine, Zhang Yu said, “You okay? You can get up now.”
Le Mulan stood, confused. “What happened to me?”
Zhang Yu blushed. “You got knocked unconscious by me.”
“But I checked you over—your body’s perfectly healthy. No issues.”
Le Mulan glanced at her drenched clothes, seeing her outerwear and pants lying on the floor. She ran a mental scan of her internal organs and instantly understood—Zhang Yu had used Cold Ice Martial Energy to treat her.
She sighed inwardly: He checked my body, treated my injury. I should be grateful.
But… it was him who knocked me down in the first place.
She pouted. “Next time, don’t make such a scene in the dorm.”
Zhang Yu nodded absently, but inside, he thought: Now that I’ve mastered the true way of multiple minds, I’ll always have one thought in control. No more careless mistakes.
…
The next day, after school.
Zhang Yu arrived early at a training room in the Civil Engineering Department, as promised to Director Gao.
An immortal-level presence—Qingmu Immortal—has entered within 10 meters. Please remain silent. Do not project random ads.
Soon after, the aura of the Immortal realm materialized, and the robed Director Gao appeared before Zhang Yu.
No pleasantries. No small talk. Director Gao wasted no time, diving straight into instruction.
“Today, I’ll teach you the first supreme technique of my Civil Engineering Seven Supreme—Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal.”
“This seal is the foundation of the Seven Supreme Arts, and it greatly aids our department’s large-scale construction techniques.”
Director Gao extended one finger. A swirl of black-golden Martial Energy erupted at its tip.
“This is Xuanhuang Qi—the essence needed to cultivate the Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal.”
“This energy mimics Disha Gravity. When affixed to an object, it alters its weight—making iron as light as feathers, cotton as heavy as a thousand jin.”
Zhang Yu’s mind stirred. He remembered Mo Ejin’s Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, where he manipulated Disha Gravity to levitate an entire flying barge and everything on it, pulling it down to the ground with a single motion.
“This Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal can’t control Disha Gravity directly, but it simulates the effect—adjusting weight. No wonder it’s the foundation.”
As Director Gao continued, Zhang Yu understood the difference between this seal and Tian Kunlun’s power.
Tian Kunlun could project force across space, dragging and tearing objects at will.
Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal, however, required the Qi to be affixed first—only then could weight be altered.
And if the target resisted with their own Martial Energy, the Qi could be dispelled—rendering it ineffective.
Though weaker than Tian Kunlun’s technique, it was the bedrock of Civil Engineering. Zhang Yu studied it with full focus.
Especially since adjusting weight could revolutionize construction sites—boosting efficiency, increasing output, and directly improving his pay. He trained with unmatched dedication.
After patiently guiding Zhang Yu through the first cycle of the Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal’s energy path, Director Gao said, “If the Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal is the foundation of the Seven Supreme Arts, then Xuanhuang Qi is the foundation of the seal.”
“But this Qi requires balancing internal yin and yang, harmonizing the Five Elements. It’s a painstaking, slow process—true craftsmanship.”
“Even the top student in a class usually takes days to master it. Most students need weeks.”
After a few minutes, Zhang Yu completed his first attempt—clumsy, full of mistakes.
But he already knew: he had learned it.
Still, he wouldn’t boast. “Saying I’ve mastered it outright? Who knows what Director Gao would think.”
And besides… this is a rare chance to spend time with a superior. Why rush?
So he continued, slowly progressing, following the mental blueprint he’d internalized. For him, each full cycle on the Feather Scroll brought progress—how smooth or rough the execution didn’t matter.
One hour later.
Zhang Yu asked, “Master, this Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal is truly hard to master. What’s the fastest anyone’s ever learned it?”
Director Gao replied calmly, “I told you—this technique is profound and difficult. Taking a few days is normal.”
“The fastest? Half an hour.”
“Even I took about an hour when I first learned it.”
Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Yu finally凝聚 the first thread of Xuanhuang Qi.
Total time: one hour and fifteen minutes.
Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal—Officially Entered.
Director Gao stared at the tiny thread of black-golden energy on Zhang Yu’s fingertip.
He knew his claim of “about an hour” had been slightly exaggerated. But Zhang Yu’s result—1 hour and 15 minutes—was real.
He thought: I took around two hours…
This kid…
Meeting Zhang Yu’s gaze, Director Gao gave a slow nod. “Not bad. Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal is about gradual progress. Go home and cultivate diligently. Never slack off.”
Watching Zhang Yu leave, Director Gao took a deep breath and sent a message to Ciji Zhenjun.
Director Gao: Guess how long my new disciple took to master Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal?
Director Gao: One hour and fifteen minutes!
Ciji Zhenjun: Your disciple is amazing! [Smiling Emoji]
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