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Chapter 387: Severing Hair to Forge the Sword
After stepping into the Two-Worlds Division Array, the moment the Spiritual World Network disconnected, Zhang Yu found himself cut off—not just from the competition group chat, but from all communication with his teammates. The world before him transformed completely.
He could no longer see the markers others had tagged in their Eye Armor views.
The constant stream of real-time data that once flickered across his vision vanished.
Even the arena’s lighting dimmed, and the floating warnings, competition rules, and advertisements that once filled the air disappeared without a trace.
Turning toward the Barrier’s outer edge, he saw the once-vibrant neon glow had vanished—no more dazzling colors, no more pulsing lights.
Cut off from the Ling world, all that remained were dull, grayish buildings, like a primitive, forgotten world. The vibrant life of the Ling world was gone, leaving reality feeling dull and hollow.
Zhang Yu realized with a start that he had grown entirely accustomed to the constant connection with the Ling world. Without it, everything felt clumsy, unsteady—like moving through life without a compass.
Then, Tian Yang slammed his palm onto Zhang Yu’s back. Instantly, a sharp, piercing sword intent descended from above, piercing through every barrier and flooding into Zhang Yu’s body. It reestablished the link to the Spirit Realm, and once again, the world snapped back into clarity, color, and life.
At the same time, Shi Huaixu’s message reappeared on everyone’s Eye Armor.
Shi Huaixu: Where are you all?
Tian Yang: Just broke through the Two-Worlds Division Array using the Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword.
Tian Yang: Don’t send anything too data-heavy.
Tian Yang: If we run out of credits, I’ll end up as an Ethereal-Null Body—and that’d be a real headache.
As they exchanged messages, Zhang Yu, Xiao Qingxuan, and Tian Yang pressed deeper into the defensive complex Su Yanyang had constructed—a labyrinthine, insect-like structure that grew increasingly complex the further they went. The inner air grew thinner, and the Spirit Energy levels dropped sharply, causing their Martial Energy recovery speed to plummet.
Shi Huaixu: As Su Yanyang’s Array progresses, the Spirit Vein occupancy increases. The concentration of Spirit Energy in the air will continue to drop.
Shi Huaixu: The deeper you go, the worse it gets. Conserve your Martial Energy from now on.
Just then, Zhang Yu stopped in his tracks, frowning.
“We’re going in circles, aren’t we?”
He pulled up the footage from Shican Modong, replaying the route they’d just taken. The comparison was undeniable—the path ahead was one they’d already walked.
But Xiao Qingxuan shook her head.
“I checked the route we just took. We’ve never been here before.”
Shi Huaixu: Zhang Yu, did you misread it?
Zhang Yu paused, startled.
“Did I… see wrong?”
He sent the comparison image to the group.
Tian Yang gasped: “Don’t send such high-res footage!”
Xiao Qingxuan studied the image.
“Could it be an Eye Armor glitch? We didn’t pass through this place.”
Zhang Yu narrowed his eyes, a deep sense of unease creeping in.
…
In the Ling World Space.
Those three hours of rest had not been idle for the teachers. Now that the new round of competition had begun, professors from the Civil Engineering Department began arriving one by one.
Ciji Zhenjun arrived last—slow, deliberate, almost tardy—but no one dared speak.
Director Gao exhaled in relief. He’d genuinely feared the old master might just walk away and not show up at all.
Director Gao (private message): What took so long? Where were you?
Ciji Zhenjun: My new student had a little breakthrough. I got curious and looked into it.
Director Gao: Oh? The one you mentioned—the backdoor entrant?
Ciji Zhenjun: Yes. Turns out, backdoor entrants really do have something special.
Director Gao: Naturally. Times have changed. Back then, only the weak used backdoors. Now, being able to use one means you’re strong.
Director Gao: What’s the student’s name?
Ciji Zhenjun didn’t reply. Instead, he stared at the five ongoing matches, then murmured:
“Oh? In our Wanfa University, someone’s still using the Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword?”
At that moment, only a few teachers were watching Zhang Yu versus Su Yanyang.
Most saw little value—too much of a mismatch. Su Yanyang would surely crush his opponent in a matter of moments.
But Ciji Zhenjun’s remark drew attention like a magnet.
When they saw Zhang Yu pull out the Green Silk Flying Sword and prepare to use Tianjian University’s Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword to break the Array, Lang Yougong blinked in surprise.
“Zhang Yu can activate the Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword? When did he apply for access?”
Another teacher remarked:
“Just a common commercial arrangement. The green silk used to craft this sword has direct authorization to link with the Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword. Seems someone high up at Tianjian University gave it to him.”
Lin Director remained expressionless, his eyes calm as a still pond—but his mind was racing.
He remembered the recent meeting between Wen Wuya, the Hua Shen Disciple from Tianjian University, and Zhang Yu.
Lin Director (thinking): Gao Chongguang, that old fox… really did make contact with Tianjian’s Hua Shen master. Could they have struck a deal—something involving the use of the Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword?
Ciji Zhenjun glanced at Director Gao, then sent a private message:
“You’ve partnered with Tianjian University on the Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword, haven’t you?”
To every cultivator, the Spirit Realm was everything—essential for daily life, cultivation, work, and study.
Cut off from it, efficiency plummeted.
And maintaining a stable connection to the Ling realm—especially outside University City—was critical.
Ciji Zhenjun gazed at the sky, where the twin suns of Wanfa University hung like celestial beacons.
“Our World-Illuminating Sun and Moon are powerful… but the price is brutal.”
“If we could introduce competition—say, the Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword—imagine the cost savings. We’d save a fortune in just one year.”
He knew full well: departments like Alchemy and Civil Engineering consumed Ling space resources on a scale far beyond individual students.
The monthly Ling realm bills were astronomical—huge expenses for any department.
Ciji Zhenjun (thinking): Old Gao really did find a useful leverage point.
“From a cost-reduction and efficiency perspective, this is far more effective than any old ‘pro-war’ or ‘pro-peace’ debate.”
Director Gao stared at Ciji Zhenjun’s message, said nothing, and maintained his usual calm, enigmatic expression.
He thought back to Wen Wuya and Zhang Yu’s friendship.
“That green silk sword… could it be Wen Wuya’s severed hair, forged into a weapon and given to Zhang Yu?”
“Could their bond have grown that deep?”
The thought made him stagger.
In today’s Kunxu, did genuine emotional bonds still exist between young cultivators?
A Hua Shen Disciple—someone from the highest tier—meeting a First Layer student, instantly bonding, then cutting off their own hair to gift it, granting access to the Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword…
For a moment, Director Gao even considered: Could Zhang Yu be a spy for Wanfa? Selling secrets?
But he quickly dismissed the absurd thought.
“Next time… I’ll question him properly.”
“My disciple keeps surprising me more and more.”
Meanwhile, the match continued.
Wei Huai from the Peace Faction observed:
“This is the Ten Thousand Ghosts Confusion Array. They’ve been tricked by illusions, their senses warped.”
Another teacher added:
“Yes, it’s definitely the Ten Thousand Ghosts Confusion Array. It activated when they shared the Ling界 connection via the Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword.
Now, their Eye Armor is showing them false images, and all incoming messages are fabricated by the Array Spirit. Every move they make is under Su Yanyang’s watchful eye.”
A Neutral Faction teacher nodded approvingly:
“Su Yanyang’s team did a solid job with this ghost maze. Shows they’ve mastered Intelligent Architecture.”
Tu Lishan knew the curriculum well—senior students learned to integrate architecture with Arrays, imbuing buildings with Array Spirits and House Spirits, turning structures into intelligent, digital, networked systems.
Wei Huai remarked:
“Su Yanyang’s cost control is impressive too. Only three Soul Cultivators to power the Ten Thousand Ghosts Confusion Array—efficient and effective.”
…
In the arena.
Fujie suddenly spoke:
“Zhang Yu, you’ve been deceived. Your vision’s been obscured, and your Eye Armor’s messages have been twisted.”
Zhang Yu’s mind stirred.
“My Eye Armor… was tampered with?”
For years, to train his body’s adaptability, Zhang Yu had worn his Eye Armor on one eye at a time—alternating between left and right.
It limited Shican Modong’s full potential, but now, it gave him a rare advantage: the ability to observe with his naked eyes.
He blinked, switching eyes—left, then right—but saw nothing unusual.
Fujie said coldly:
“Stop trying. They can target your Eye Armor… and your natural vision too.”
“This kind of illusion Array? It’s evolved from ancient models.”
“Originally, these Arrays were designed to deceive the physical senses. Only after Eye Armor appeared and proved immune did they evolve—now they disrupt both body and Spirit Armor.”
She continued:
“Why did your perception differ from Xiao Qingxuan and Tian Yang’s? Because you’re using Shican Modong—its performance far exceeds their Eye Armor. You’re holding out longer.”
“Want to test it? Try sending a message. The messages you send and receive are now distorted.”
Zhang Yu thought for a moment—then sent a message to the group chat.
Zhang Yu: @Yu Xinghan, do you remember Hong Xiao’s latest work?
Yu Xinghan: The one released last month—Secret Blossoms in Full Bloom.
Zhang Yu’s eyes narrowed.
“Pfft. The group chat? Yu Xinghan wouldn’t just blurt that out like that.”
“In Kunxu, we’re the persecuted minority—those who appreciate art purely for its aesthetic, not for Mutual Cultivation. We’re constantly mocked.”
“The real Yu Xinghan would’ve ignored my message… or pretended not to understand.”
“So Fujie was right. The messages are fake.”
With that, Zhang Yu gripped Xiao Qingxuan’s arm and spoke plainly:
“We’re being deceived. Our vision’s been blurred. Our messages—twisted.”
(End of Chapter)
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