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Chapter 366: Bai Zhenzhen's Dao Seed (Please Vote for Me)
Zhang Yu: "How long will you stay at Wanfa University this time?"
Bai Zhenzhen: "I’ll leave right after the competition ends. If I manage to make it to the finals, it’ll be around ten days."
Zhang Yu: "I’ll return the Divine Spirit Root before you go. You’ll need it for your matches."
Bai Zhenzhen tilted her head carelessly. "No problem. Just return it before your match."
"Use the Divine Spirit Root as much as you can while you're here. That’s exactly why I gave it to you—to boost your strength."
"But for now, don’t tell your university classmates about our connection. It’s better this way, so we can pass the root to you without drawing attention."
Zhang Yu nodded along, listening intently. His gaze drifted to Bai Zhenzhen’s chest, where he couldn’t help but notice the faint glow of her Dao Seed.
Qinglian Jiantai (Spirit Root) – Level 2
And then, just as he stared, the same character inscription appeared on his own abdomen.
Qinglian Jiantai (Spirit Root) – Level 2
Zhang Yu thought to himself: So that’s it… A Zhen’s Dao Seed is the Zhen Linggen?
Qinglian Jiantai… Level 2 already? Could it be because it already underwent a transformation in the First Layer?
But he only gave it a brief mental scan before letting it go. Neither he nor Bai Zhenzhen paid much attention to the existence of the Divine Spirit Root. They simply held each other close, quietly exchanging updates and absorbing the subtle energy radiating from one another.
Three years of high school, facing life-or-death trials together time and again—had already forged a bond deeper than blood, stronger than family.
Suddenly, Bai Zhenzhen wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Is the effect of that Yang-Boosting Meat still lingering?"
Zhang Yu shot back, annoyed. "It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t given me that meat, how could my mind have slipped so easily? I’ve been walking on eggshells this whole time!"
Bai Zhenzhen shrugged. "I’m sure I didn’t mess up. Anyway… I’ll confirm it later."
Then, with a flicker of motion, she vanished like lightning—already standing several meters away, her eyes narrowing at him.
"Enough for now. I should go."
"Focus on using the Divine Spirit Root for cultivation from now on."
Zhang Yu asked, "The tournament starts tomorrow, right? When should I return it?"
Bai Zhenzhen replied, "The opening ceremony is before midnight. The first match kicks off after midnight. Return it to me at midnight."
As she spoke, her form dissolved into a cascade of shimmering light, vanishing without a sound—her speed utterly extraordinary.
Zhang Yu stared at the empty space where she’d been, then turned his full attention inward, focusing on the Zhen Linggen within him—the Qinglian Jiantai.
Through concentrated effort, fragments of information about the Dao Seed began to surface in his mind.
"The Qinglian Jiantai requires Technique to nourish it."
Zhang Yu murmured to himself: "Specifically, you must circulate ten different Techniques—each at the 20th Level—for thirty hours total, all while using the Divine Spirit Root. But none of these Techniques include the cultivation manuals."
So that’s 300 hours in total… Once completed, I can replicate this Dao Seed.
He recalled how, back in high school, the Zhen Linggen had evolved through the steady nourishment of Techniques.
But right now, I only know the conditions for replicating the Dao Seed… not how to level it up.
This was the first time since unlocking the Dao Zong Spectrum in the Feather Scroll that Zhang Yu had encountered a Level 2 Dao Seed.
At the same time, he remembered the experience of using the Zhen Linggen back in the First Layer.
"Adaptability is the Zhen Linggen’s defining trait."
But now that it’s evolved into a Divine Spirit Root… what changes have occurred?
For the next several hours, under Fujie’s expectant gaze, Zhang Yu began cultivating using the Divine Spirit Root. The process was simple—his arsenal of 20th Level Techniques numbered over ten. Picking ten to circulate was effortless.
If I’m to complete this before A Zhen leaves Wanfa University, time is tight.
But I’ve got multiple mental threads running now—there’s still a chance.
With that thought, Zhang Yu plunged into cultivation, channeling Techniques to nourish the Qinglian Jiantai while savoring the unique power of the Divine Spirit Root.
…
Later that night, at the construction site.
Yu Xinghan massaged Ying Xin’s shoulders as he asked, "Why does it feel like there are more people around today?"
Ying Xin replied, "Because of the Flying Sword Tournament. This year’s host is our school. Students from all over—universities, even junior colleges—are coming in. Naturally, it’s crowded."
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor pulsed with constant updates—threads from various groups buzzing with discussion about the tournament.
But Zhang Yu skimmed through them. Most were just chatter. None of his known acquaintances seemed to be participating.
Right. The Flying Sword is a high-tier art. The ones who can compete across schools are mostly upperclassmen.
But A Zhen’s only a second-year… and she’s already in the running. Looks like under Qingqing God’s guidance, she’s really skyrocketed.
Then, he noticed multiple screenshots of the Opening Ceremony circulating across groups.
Has it started already?
Zhang Yu clicked on a live stream, watching as teams from different universities marched onto the field.
A lone representative from Tianyao University.
A squad from Jinguang University, every member clad in full Spirit Armor, standing like statues.
And then, a team that made Zhang Yu’s pulse quicken—Hehuan University. Their presence radiated an overwhelming, almost suffocating power.
As each team entered, the host would introduce key players.
But Zhang Yu didn’t recognize a single one. He listened with half an ear, indifferent.
Then, when Tianjian University’s team appeared, Zhang Yu’s eyes locked onto Bai Zhenzhen.
She wore a dazzling white-gold competition suit, her posture sharp and fierce, exuding a new, razor-edged aura.
Her once-black hair had transformed into a radiant white-gold, shimmering with layers of swordlight.
The host announced: "Bai Zhenzhen of Tianjian University. Anyone who’s followed the Flying Sword Tournament in the past half-year would’ve noticed her."
"As the direct disciple of Qingqing God, her progress is nothing short of miraculous. She’s one of the top ten favorites for this tournament."
"Notice her hair—its color comes from the constant emergence of refined gold essence. Each strand has been refined by Qingqing God himself. In battle, every hair can transform into a blade of pure refined gold."
At that moment, Zhang Yu saw multiple posts about Bai Zhenzhen in various groups.
A class group shared her photo, sparking awe and envy for her status as a Hua Shen Disciple.
Even Ji Yuanchi, watching the profile, couldn’t help but gawk: "A Hua Shen Disciple… Just her hair alone is worth more than 90% of Wanfa University’s students."
"With wealth like that, wherever she is, Qi Yun follows. Just being her friend would boost your Qi Yun."
In the Songyang hometown group, dozens of students pinged Zhang Yu, eager to know more about Bai Zhenzhen. But he ignored them all.
Tianhai University – Qian Shen: @Zhang Yu, do you know Bai Zhenzhen’s current Comprehensive Score?
Zhao Tianxing watched the group, waiting. When Zhang Yu didn’t reply, he sighed inwardly.
Maybe their relationship isn’t as close as before? Just like how mine and Zhang Yu’s have cooled since high school.
Should I reach out? Offer comfort?
No… If they’ve grown distant, asking might make him think I’m mocking him. That’d only make things worse.
Ah… university really does turn people into ghosts and gods. Old friends drift apart.
He remembered how, at first, their hometown group was flooded with messages—999+ every day. Now, it was often silent for days. Only Bai Zhenzhen’s sudden rise had reignited the chatter.
In the Civil Engineering Competition group:
Ying Xin: How can a second-year even make the top ten? Even a disciple of the Cultivation God would be overkill.
Gong Shuijin: She’s not just any disciple—she’s a Cultivation God. The very one who issued the Qingqing Coin.
Xiao Qingxuan: With wealth like that, she can reshape reality with a thought. Nothing’s out of reach.
Che Yufei: If I could become a Hua Shen Disciple, I’d sell everything I own.
Shi Yunxiang: Should we just go ask her to be our master? If we become her disciples, we’d be disciples of a Cultivation God’s grand-disciples!
Shi Huaixu: Don’t be naive. A Hua Shen Disciple is surrounded by heavy protection. Ordinary people can’t even get close—teachers would blast them away on sight.
Che Yufei: How do you know?
Shi Huaixu: I tried going to their dorm yesterday. Got thrown out before I could even knock.
Yu Xinghan stared at the chat, then suddenly noticed a message from Zhang Yu: Keep quiet. Don’t let anyone know we know Bai Zhenzhen.
Besides Yu Xinghan, Zhang Yu wasn’t sure how much Li Xiao knew, but he’d sent a reminder anyway.
Yu Xinghan replied: You can trust my lips.
But inwardly, he sighed: Ah… I was even hoping to sneak a shot for a video interview with her. Now that’s out of the question.
Bai Zhenzhen’s far beyond us now. Zhang Yu asked me to stay silent—probably her request.
She’s a Hua Shen Disciple. Every move she makes matters. If she doesn’t want to show her connection with us, we can’t force it.
Yu Xinghan understood: though they’d once been friends in high school, now they were worlds apart. Whether she’d deign to notice them depended entirely on her will. He couldn’t demand anything.
Huh?
Suddenly, Yu Xinghan realized—Zhang Yu was gone.
Where’d he go?
Did he stop working?
This was the first time Yu Xinghan had seen Zhang Yu leave mid-shift.
So… Bai Zhenzhen really does have a huge influence on him.
…
After the Opening Ceremony.
In a secluded corner on the 66th floor.
Zhang Yu held Bai Zhenzhen close, returning the Zhen Linggen to her.
In an instant, she trembled violently.
"Yuzi… you… slow down…"
She gasped, bewildered. "Why am I… so unaccustomed to this?"
Zhang Yu said, "We haven’t switched Zhen Linggen in a long time. The differences between us are too great. It’s not just me struggling with your changes—your body is equally unadjusted to mine."
"That’s why the adaptation process is so intense. The reactions are extreme."
"A Zhen, bear with it. We can’t delay. You’ve got a match soon."
"…Mm." Bai Zhenzhen frowned slightly, nodding. "Go on."
Then, with her teeth clenched, her body shuddering, she felt the Zhen Linggen slide back into her dantian.
At the same moment, a surge of intense sensation erupted from the core of her being, spreading through every fiber of her body—ushering in unimaginable transformations.
(End of Chapter)
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