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Chapter 363: Zhang Yu's Vulnerability Phase (Thank you, 'Gunsmith Rousseau', for the Patronage Gift)
Inside the dormitory.
Le Mulan pulled out a bottle of dark liquid and said, “I brought the medicine for you.”
She hesitated. “But are you sure you want to use it?”
Zhang Yu took the bottle, eyes fixed on the faint, swirling mists within. “Don’t worry. I can handle it.”
Ever since Zhang Yu became Director Gao’s Named Disciple, he’d been granted expanded access to pharmaceutical exchanges—many of the Laboratory Drugs from the Pharmacy Department were now available to him at discounted rates.
Yet, while these Laboratory Drugs delivered astonishing results, they often came with severe side effects. For this reason, Zhang Yu had been carefully sifting through options with Le Mulan.
After multiple trials, he’d finally settled on the current one: Tianmo Mimic Mist.
Staring at the bottle, Zhang Yu thought to himself:
“My cultivation technique, Ling Rou He Yi, is now constantly active—tempering my Dao Heart without pause.
My Martial Energy is also perpetually flowing, thanks to the passive Breathing Technique. All I need to do is keep consuming Spirit Stones.
But my Physical Strength Level… well, most of my cultivation efforts are focused on advancing my Martial Dao Holy Body technique. These techniques are battle- and construction-oriented, not body-refining in nature.
Sure, they do improve my physical strength a little, but nowhere near as fast as a dedicated Body-Refining Technique.”
Especially now, with the burning heat he could feel inside his body, he thought, “I’ve eaten so much Yang-Boosting Meat—using it this way without proper Body Refining is such a waste.”
“Am I just wasting it all?”
With that, he unscrewed the cap and inhaled sharply—swallowing a thick cloud of mist that surged from the bottle like a living thing, writhing as it plunged into his body.
Then, Zhang Yu began his cultivation of Chunqiu Wujin Chan.
When he finished refining his body, the Tianmo Mimic Mist suddenly felt like countless tiny hands inside him—pounding, twisting, grinding against his flesh. It was painful, brutal, but precisely that agony was forging his body stronger.
And with each hammering blow, the mist intensified the fire already simmering within him from the Yang-Boosting Meat, feeding his Blood Flesh with vitality.
“This is the effect of Tianmo Mimic Mist—it simulates the results of Body-Refining Techniques, maintaining some benefits even after training ends.”
“But the downside? Once you start, you’re locked in for several days. It can cause severe damage—or even kill you.”
Still, Zhang Yu had faith in his constitution to endure it.
The real problem? The price.
“Even after the discount, a single bottle costs nearly 0.9 Lingbi. Fucking expensive.”
Lingbi Balance: -0.9
“Time to earn some more.”
After testing the drug, Zhang Yu and Le Mulan left the dorm—only to find Xuan Ge waiting outside.
Zhang Yu knew this guy, a classmate of Le Mulan’s, fairly well.
After all, Xuan Ge had shut their door for them countless times, carried their trash, and even submitted multiple dorm application forms expressing his desire to live with them. He’d practically stalked them with his persistence.
Now, as Zhang Yu glanced at the man’s chest, he thought:
“Yanyang Dao Mai? Does he have a Dao Seed too?”
He sensed it—yes, the Yanyang Dao Mai was the same type as Le Mulan’s: a Martial Energy-class Dao Seed, requiring improvement in Martial Energy Quality to awaken.
“150% Martial Energy Quality?”
Xuan Ge, under Zhang Yu’s intense stare, grew slightly nervous.
Then, without warning, Zhang Yu said, “Xuan Ge, right? Let me give you a quick tip.”
He dismissed Le Mulan with a wave and led Xuan Ge into the dorm.
Xuan Ge stepped in, trembling with excitement. “Is it finally my turn? Has it finally come?”
He stammered, “Should I… wash up first?”
Zhang Yu frowned. “Why would you?”
Just as Xuan Ge struggled to reconcile this with the tutorials he’d read, Zhang Yu placed a palm flat against his back.
Instantly, two currents—cold and hot—collided within Xuan Ge’s body.
His Martial Energy Quality spiked visibly. The scorching energy inside him surged forward, accelerating like a wildfire. His Breathing Technique efficiency soared far beyond anything he’d experienced before.
At the same moment, Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor flickered, and Bai Zhenzhen’s voice came through.
Bai Zhenzhen: “Yu-zi? What are you doing?”
Zhang Yu swiftly turned the camera around, answering calmly, “Preparing to sell Martial Energy.”
He zoomed in on Xuan Ge. “This is the buyer.”
“Relax now?” Bai Zhenzhen scanned Xuan Ge, saw he was male, and nodded in relief.
She knew Zhang Yu had no talent for Mutual Cultivation—his compatibility was extremely narrow. Only physiological females could trigger a response in his body.
She sighed inwardly. “If only you had any talent in this area… I’d be the first to support you. But if it’s just a hobby… it’s wasting your cultivation time.”
Zhang Yu said, “A Zhen, don’t worry. With my iron will, I can hold it.”
Bai Zhenzhen replied, “I’m not saying I don’t believe you. I’m just afraid you’ll get distracted, lose focus, and ruin your studies.”
“Just keep pushing. I’ll send you more meat in a few days.”
She hung up.
Zhang Yu continued channeling Martial Energy into Xuan Ge for over ten more minutes.
When he pulled his hand back, Zhang Yu looked at him. “So? Want to buy some Martial Energy?”
Xuan Ge blinked. “Wait… so this is about me selling Martial Energy?”
Though disappointed, he reconsidered the sensation of absorbing the energy—it felt just like Le Mulan’s cold-type Martial Energy.
“It’s great for enhancing my Martial Energy Quality and improving my Breathing Technique efficiency.”
“And judging by how he’s doing this privately—no platform involved—maybe I can get a better deal.”
After some negotiation, they struck a private deal: 10,000 units of Martial Energy per month, for 1 Lingbi.
Watching Xuan Ge leave, Zhang Yu mused: “I wonder what the Yanyang Dao Mai actually does.”
But regardless of its true effect, the steady monthly income was a welcome bonus.
Lingbi Balance: +1
…
Inside the Taiqing Jing.
Zhang Yu’s Multiple Consciousness was rapidly scanning four different screens.
On them: Spirit Artifact Dynamics, Spirit Energy Materials and Forming Techniques, Martial Energy Transmission and Conduction, and True Fire Processing Technology—four courses.
As the screens flipped at lightning speed, text and diagrams flooded Zhang Yu’s mind, forcibly committed to memory.
To boost efficiency, he’d spent 0.06 Lingbi on a two-hour Clear Mind Technique enhancement—this Dao Arts service granted him perfect recall for two hours.
With the Taiqing Jing’s 20x mental acceleration, that was equivalent to 40 hours of flawless memory.
And after four layers of mental processing? It equated to 160 hours of rapid knowledge absorption.
So, after spending 0.96 Lingbi on online course videos and textbooks, Zhang Yu didn’t focus on understanding. He simply scanned everything, aiming to store every piece of knowledge in his mind—later, he’d study and comprehend it in depth.
“This should further boost my learning efficiency.”
To prepare for transferring into the Alchemy Department and passing all three years of exams, Zhang Yu was constantly refining his study methods.
But one thing remained unavoidable: the cost of textbooks and online courses.
“The Alchemy Department’s textbooks and online courses are insane.”
“The total tuition for this semester is probably ten times higher than Civil Engineering.”
“And that’s not even counting material fees, lab rental…”
He glanced at the True Fire Processing Technology course—besides theoretical lessons, it required hands-on experiments, each demanding purchased materials and lab access.
Lingbi Balance: -1.56
…
On the 667th Floor construction site.
Zhang Yu was now cultivating his fourth technique under the Martial Dao Holy Body system: Suodi Zha.
His palm pulsed with Gang Qi, emitting an invisible suction force. With a single motion, he lifted over ten tons of cargo into the air—no strings, no machines, just raw force.
“Too bad the Civil Engineering courses don’t teach more techniques in this system. The rest of the set still has to be bought and cultivated by me.”
As he trained, shimmering Human-Form Qi Auras flickered around him—his coworkers, each contributing to the work.
Meanwhile, guided by multiple streams of thought, Zhang Yu effortlessly deployed Fanning Yin, Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal, and Zixiao Tianluo Style as needed.
With his growing arsenal of skills, his range of tasks on the site expanded. Combined with his ability to multitask through multiple minds and the enhanced power of Wuxiang Force, his income surged again in October—reaching a personal daily peak.
Lingbi Balance: +0.21
After a long night of work, Zhang Yu wasn’t just stronger—he felt mentally sharper, his Deposit grew, and the burning heat inside him had significantly cooled. His entire body felt refreshed and light.
Fujie watched, amazed. “Zhang Yu, your productivity and study efficiency have skyrocketed since you quit indulging.”
“Once you’ve fully digested that Yang-Boosting Meat, keep going. Don’t stop.”
Zhang Yu remained calm. “This is nothing to me. I don’t know why you and A Zhen keep worrying.”
“After two weeks of abstinence, my resistance is stronger than I ever thought possible.”
“I have a feeling… when the Top Ten League comes, I might become Wanfa University’s secret weapon against Hehuan University.”
Walking back to the dorm, Zhang Yu’s gaze suddenly snapped toward a dazzling advertisement of a beautiful woman.
His brows knotted. “I haven’t searched for this stuff in over half a month… is the algorithm broken?”
Fujie warned, “Maybe it’s because you used to search heavily. Now that it’s noticed you haven’t in a while, it’s assuming you’re vulnerable—so it’s pushing temptation straight at you.”
“Stay strong, Zhang Yu. Don’t let the ads trick you.”
Zhang Yu sneered. “A few ads? They can’t shake me.”
But after walking over a thousand meters, the ads grew more explicit, the videos more provocative.
His face flushed deeper. His pace quickened.
He growled, “Cunning algorithm. You’re not just exploiting my weakness… you’re targeting my weakest spot directly.”
(End of Chapter)
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