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Chapter 372: Farewell, the Civil Engineering Competition Begins
Wen Wuya cast a glance at Ji Yuanchi, his voice calm and detached. “I’m looking for Zhang Yu. Is he not here?”
Ji Yuanchi blinked in mild surprise—why would this Hua Shen Disciple be seeking Zhang Yu? He opened his mouth, eager to strike up conversation, hoping to learn the reason behind the visit and perhaps even add a new contact to his network.
But Wen Wuya’s brow twitched. The man before him was already grating on his nerves.
He’d seen countless such people—those eager to curry favor, to worm their way into influence. He had long since developed a routine for dealing with them.
Simple Binding Spell — Activate!
With a silent thought, the talisman flared to life, binding Ji Yuanchi in place without a sound.
Ji Yuanchi froze, rigid as stone.
“Please remain standing still and silent. 2 minutes 59 seconds remaining to receive 3 Lingbi.”
“Please remain standing still and silent. 2 minutes 58 seconds remaining to receive 3 Lingbi.”
The message appeared in Ji Yuanchi’s Eye Armor. A flicker of struggle crossed his eyes—then resignation.
If he’d been in his old state, months ago, he might have tried to break free. But now, burdened by the aftermath of Qi Yun Backlash, his funds were stretched thin.
“Besides,” he thought, “this is just a warning.”
“If I actually broke free, the consequences wouldn’t be Lingbi. It’d be something far worse.”
So he stood still. He stayed silent.
Feeling the instability in his internal cultivation technique, Ji Yuanchi quickly shifted his mindset:
It’s not that Wen Wuya used 3 Lingbi to bind me. It’s that he paid 3 Lingbi to let me pass.
Standing still for three minutes to earn 3 Lingbi? That’s not a loss. That’s a victory.
As he repeated this logic in his mind, his cultivation stabilized once more.
A quiet smile touched his lips.
Good. Even in low moments, there’s growth. This is how I refine my Dao Heart—making it smoother, purer, more adaptable to any trial.
To truly shine in the Finance Department, I need this unyielding spirit—perseverance, optimism, never giving up.
Meanwhile, Wen Wuya had reached Gong Shuijin and Ying Xin.
“Do any of you know where Zhang Yu is?” he asked.
Gong Shuijin and Ying Xin exchanged glances. They hadn’t expected the Hua Shen Disciple to come seeking Zhang Yu.
Ying Xin spoke first. “Zhang Yu should be at the Construction Site.”
Wen Wuya’s gaze sharpened. “Lead the way.”
As the group guided him through the corridor, Li Xiao paused briefly to glance at the motionless Ji Yuanchi.
What’s wrong with him? Did Wen Wuya intimidate him?
Watching Ji Yuanchi’s lonely silhouette, Li Xiao felt a pang of recognition.
Some circles just don’t accept you. You can’t force your way in.
…
“Hurry… go faster, Yu Zi!”
“Huff!” Bai Zhenzhen exhaled deeply, feeling her Zhen Linggen fully return to balance and stability.
She frowned. “Something feels… different this time.”
Zhang Yu knew why—this time, he’d toggled through every Chain Law Diagram Set repeatedly, observing the subtle changes in Qinglian Jiantai.
But he couldn’t explain that to her.
Instead, he held her close. “I just couldn’t bear to let you go without one last full use of Zhen Linggen. I guess I gave you a bit too much stimulation.”
Bai Zhenzhen returned the embrace. “Yu Zi… I’m leaving.”
“Promise me you’ll keep cultivating. Keep studying. Get transferred to the Alchemy Department as soon as you can.”
She looked into his eyes, serious. “Don’t forget—you promised we’d enter the Top Ten League together.”
Zhang Yu nodded firmly. “Don’t worry, A Zhen. I’m not just entering the Top Ten League. I’m going to stand at its peak. I’m going to claim the right to use a Celestial Gate-level Cultivation Technique.”
If anyone else had said this, they’d have been laughed out of the room. But Bai Zhenzhen listened carefully.
In three years of school, she knew Zhang Yu better than anyone. She knew his brilliance—beyond anything anyone could imagine.
And beneath his calm exterior, she sensed a fire: an ambition to reach the pinnacle of the Dao, even to step into the inner sanctum of a sect.
No matter the opponent—Zheng Shen, Wang Zong, or any wealthy elite—she could feel it. Beneath his respectful demeanor, Zhang Yu had never truly bowed.
Now, hearing his words, she smiled.
“Yu Zi… you always set goals no one else dares dream of. Impossible, even.”
“But I still believe you can make it.”
At that moment, Zhang Yu glanced at his Eye Armor. A notification flashed.
Yu Xinghan just sent a message: Wen Wuya came looking for me at the Construction Site.
Bai Zhenzhen sighed. “I really should go now.”
“Yu Zi… I’ll be waiting for you in the Top Ten League.”
She hugged him tightly—then, in an instant, vanished in a burst of crackling lightning.
Zhang Yu reached out, brushing the air where the electric sparks still flickered. He could still feel the warmth of her lingering on his skin.
“A Zhen…”
…
On the 667th Floor Construction Site.
Wen Wuya stared at Zhang Yu. “... Didn’t Zhenzhen come to see you?”
“Where did she go? It’s past departure time already.”
Just then, a message arrived from the team leader—Bai Zhenzhen had already returned to her team.
Wen Wuya nodded. “I’ll be going.”
As he turned to leave, he clapped Zhang Yu on the shoulder. “That matter… I’ll still need your help.”
“Don’t worry. As long as I see results, Lingbi won’t be an issue.”
Gong Shuijin and Ying Xin watched, stunned.
Ying Xin’s heart raced. Senior Brother has connected with the Hua Shen Disciple’s network?
She quickly pulled out her Eye Armor, aiming to capture a photo—just one shot of Zhang Yu with the legendary figure. Then, later, she could take another with herself and Zhang Yu. A photo with a Hua Shen Disciple, even indirectly.
But when she looked at the result, the image was a blur—just a grainy, indistinguishable mosaic.
Must be a Bixie Talisman, she thought. Can’t photograph him without permission.
Meanwhile, Gong Shuijin relayed the news to Tu Lishan.
Tu Lishan was shocked. He passed the report to Director Gao.
Now involved with the Hua Shen God, Director Gao sent a direct message to Zhang Yu.
Director Gao: How do you know Wen Wuya?
Zhang Yu: We met at the banquet. He showed interest in Civil Engineering, asked me a few questions—I answered.
Zhang Yu: We ended up adding each other as friends.
Director Gao paused. Wen Wuya interested in Civil Engineering?
He didn’t believe it.
But then Zhang Yu sent over their chat log.
> Wen Wuya: What factors affect foundation load-bearing capacity?
> Wen Wuya: What measures improve structural resistance?
> Wen Wuya: Any interesting Civil Engineering stories?
> Wen Wuya: Tell me a few more.
Director Gao read through the messages, then exhaled slowly.
What a promising talent.
Too bad Tianjian University dragged him into the Flying Sword Department.
Still… if he’d joined our Civil Engineering Department, the competition would’ve been a nightmare in the coming years.
He realized Zhang Yu’s connection with the Hua Shen Disciple was fragile—nothing more than a slight improvement over a casual acquaintance.
But even so, it’s a line of communication to the Hua Shen God at Tianjian University. Better than nothing.
He knew the faction at Tianjian University that favored war was dominant. Their Flying Sword Department wanted every floor from 1 to 10 torn apart—ready to flood the market with weapons.
After a moment, he replied:
Director Gao: If anyone asks about today, say you’re friends with Wen Wuya.
Director Gao: As for how you met—say I told you not to speak.
Zhang Yu: Understood.
Director Gao: When you have time, talk with him more.
Just as Director Gao ended the call, he received a message from Ciji Zhenjun.
> Ciji Zhenjun: Old Gao, you’ve hooked up with Tianjian University’s Hua Shen, huh?
Director Gao chuckled.
Ah, they’ll all assume it’s my doing—not Zhang Yu’s. They’ll think two completely unrelated disciples couldn’t have met unless their sects were involved.
He replied:
Director Gao: Something like that.
He knew Ciji Zhenjun had long been fascinated by Tianjian University’s Flying Sword forging techniques. And he was eager to understand their strategies in the University War.
And sure enough, after seeing the reply, Ciji Zhenjun sent several more messages in quick succession.
Director Gao smiled. This is going to be fun.
…
Meanwhile, Ji Yuanchi received a message from Lin Director.
Lin Director: Wen Wuya from Tianjian University came looking for Zhang Yu?
Ji Yuanchi: Yes. I saw it with my own eyes.
Lin Director thought: Old Gao actually connected with those lunatics?
Does he really want to drag Wanfa into this mess?
And this Zhang Yu—he’s being used for this task… so he must be trusted.
Then Ji Yuanchi sent another message:
Master, how will the competition be arranged?
Lin Director: Civil Engineering Competition—I’ll handle the order.
Lin Director: Your first match—eliminate Zhang Yu’s team.
Ji Yuanchi’s eyes flashed. A fire ignited within him.
Finally…
This is my chance to erase my shame. My chance to reclaim Qi Yun.
A moment later, his Eye Armor displayed a series of platform loan applications. With every last shred of his Xian Dao Potential, he liquidated it all.
Then, with nothing left to hold back, he threw himself into preparation for the competition.
Days passed.
And now, it was early December—the day the intra-departmental Civil Engineering Competition began.
Vote for the monthly medal
(End of Chapter)
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