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Chapter 405: The Mysterious Zhang Yu
Wen Wuya’s forced descent into the Ling Realm was unmistakable—his arrival was so vivid, nearly everyone at the gathering noticed immediately.
Those who didn’t know Wen Wuya wore expressions of curiosity.
But students who recognized him—especially those aware of his status as a Hua Shen Disciple—exchanged stunned glances.
Ma Xuan’s gaze flickered toward Wen Wuya’s form, then turned to Su Yanyang in a private chat:
This guy… wasn’t he one of the two Hua Shen Disciples from Tianjian University in the Flying Sword Tournament?
Su Yanyang nodded, eyes flicking between Wen Wuya and Mo Ejin, who stood a short distance away.
“Mo Ejin really is something else. He managed to summon even this Wen Wuya to the gathering.”
But then, as he observed the subtle exchanges between Wen Wuya and Zhang Yu, Su Yanyang’s expression shifted with surprise.
Are they actually communicating?
Ma Xuan’s voice came again in the private chat:
Is Wen Wuya… here for Zhang Yu?
Su Yanyang gave a slight nod.
Maybe something’s going on.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yunji felt a sudden spark of intrigue.
Wen Wuya’s talking to Zhang Yu? If he can make contact, then why not me?
Just as Ping Han had begun to walk away, disillusioned, the scene re-ignited his interest. His eyes sharpened at the sight of Wen Wuya, thoughts already racing toward a crypto opportunity—could he rope in Wen Wuya for a joint venture?
Gong Shuijin, meanwhile, was still getting a massage.
But seeing Zhang Yu and Wen Wuya standing side by side, he merely sighed with quiet satisfaction.
He’d already witnessed this before—back after the Flying Sword Tournament, when Wen Wuya had deliberately sought out Zhang Yu.
Now, watching the senior students—those with higher rankings, more Spirit Armor wealth—staring in confusion and awe, Gong Shuijin felt a quiet surge of pride.
Because only he knew the truth: Wen Wuya and Zhang Yu were friends.
Funny… I’m friends with Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu’s friends with Wen Wuya. If only Zhang Yu could introduce me… then I’d have a Hua Shen Disciple friend too.
The thought filled him with an unexpected sense of superiority—like it was him standing beside Wen Wuya.
At the same time, Yu Xinghan had quietly snapped dozens of photos of Zhang Yu and Wen Wuya.
Then, squinting at the grainy, blurred images, he muttered bitterly:
Damn rich bastards. Would rather spend money on a Bixie Talisman than let us poor students get a single advantage.
And then—without warning—the atmosphere in the hall shifted.
“…How audacious.”
Wen Wuya crushed the eavesdropping data inside Feng Tingting’s Eye Armor with a single motion. Then, with deliberate steps, he advanced toward her.
Each footfall sent waves of Spell information flashing around him—Immobilization Charm, Report Charm, Freeze Charm—layer upon layer, each one activating in rapid succession.
Feng Tingting froze in place, paralyzed by fear.
But then two figures stepped forward in unison, blocking Wen Wuya’s path.
Mo Ejin offered a calm smile.
“Wen Xue, a minor matter. Why escalate it to Zheng Shen?”
Ye Xingli spoke with icy calm.
“Wen Wuya. This is Wanfa University, not Tianjian. You don’t get to act like a tyrant here.”
Wen Wuya paused, his eyes lingering on Mo Ejin. Instantly, a cascade of data flooded his vision—Mo Ejin’s ranking, his competition records, year after year.
Then he turned to Ye Xingli. Again, a flood of information appeared: her competition rankings, her master’s identity.
“Ye Xingli… I know you. Disciple of Ciji Zhenjun. Top five in the national Spirit Armor Design Competition last year.”
But in his mind, a deeper thought echoed:
Ciji Zhenjun… Master said this one hides deep. Even many in Wanfa University don’t know. In the next twenty years, if Wanfa produces a fourth Hua Shen, it’ll most likely be her.
Yet Wen Wuya was only a projection—limited to spellcraft. His presence paled beside Ye Xingli’s real, physical presence.
He locked eyes with her and said, “Where’s Yan Qianji? As a disciple of Wan Hua Shen Jun, isn’t he the one in charge of the Alchemy Department?”
“Does he know you’re covering up student misconduct?”
Ye Xingli didn’t flinch.
“A minor issue. No need to disturb Qianji Senior. And whether it’s illegal or not? That’s not for you to decide. Zheng Shen will handle the investigation.”
Their gazes locked—no sound, no movement.
But the air crackled with unseen tension.
The surrounding students felt it—a silent, invisible clash.
And before Ye Xingli, Wen Wuya projected a string of invisible, micro-encrypted characters only she could see—tiny, dancing symbols like insects in flight.
Wen Wuya: I’ve saved the eavesdropping record.
Ye Xingli (replying in the same invisible script): Are you sure you’re not mistaken?
Wen Wuya mentally scanned the stolen data.
The content had been completely erased.
His gaze sharpened.
No Divine Power fluctuation. So it wasn’t magic. It was Spirit Armor-based erasure. Ye Xingli’s mastery over intelligent Spirit Armor… has reached that level?
At that moment, a message pinged from Bai Zhenzhen.
Bai Zhenzhen: Wen Wuya, where are you?
Wen Wuya: Busy with something minor.
Bai Zhenzhen: Call me. I need to talk.
Wen Wuya: Okay.
Wen Wuya: I’m on it.
Wen Wuya: Right away.
He glanced at Ye Xingli and Feng Tingting, then gave a cold huff.
To Ye Xingli, he projected: I have urgent matters. When my true self returns, we’ll settle this properly.
Then, in a flash, he turned to Zhang Yu—private chat.
Wen Wuya: What kind of sterilization does A Zhen like?
Zhang Yu: A Zhen likes extreme stuff.
Wen Wuya: Like gender transformation?
Wen Wuya: Or Human-Sword Unity?
Zhang Yu (internally): Whoa… dude, that’s way too extreme.
Wen Wuya: Eh, whatever. All easy. I’ll try them all.
After exchanging a few lingering glances, Wen Wuya’s form flickered—then vanished.
But as he rushed to initiate a call, the line was immediately cut.
Bai Zhenzhen: Why are you so late? I’ve already started training. Just send me a message.
Wen Wuya sighed inwardly.
Should’ve recalled the projection sooner.
On the sidelines, Zhang Yu stared at the chat log between Bai Zhenzhen and Wen Wuya.
Wen Wuya’s such a pain. Gotta keep A Zhen around just to keep him in check.
Su Yanyang, observing the entire scene, murmured:
Even across thousands of miles, just a projection—yet he commands such presence. No wonder he’s a Hua Shen Disciple.
The way he clashed with Ye Xingli in the Ling Realm… that’s why he left so decisively.
But in the end, he’s just a projection. He couldn’t match Ye Xingli in real power.
Ma Xuan leaned in.
Senior, why do I get the feeling Wen Wuya and Zhang Yu are close?
Su Yanyang frowned, recalling the subtle glances.
Yeah… that’s what I’m wondering too.
Meanwhile, Ping Han had returned to Zhang Yu’s side, eager to be introduced to Wen Wuya—crypto talk, of course.
Civil Engineering Department students stared at Mo Ejin with reverence, sharing messages about how he’d single-handedly diffused the tension between the Hua Shen Disciple and the Alchemy Department.
And speculation about Zhang Yu and Wen Wuya’s mysterious bond spread like wildfire across student groups—becoming one of Wanfa University’s hottest rumors.
Mo Ejin turned to Ye Xingli with a smile.
“Xue, thanks for being here today. Without you, I doubt that Hua Shen Disciple would’ve backed down so easily.”
Feng Tingting added, voice quiet:
“Senior Sister… did you just push him back in the Ling Realm?”
Ye Xingli frowned.
“That man is a direct disciple of Hua Shen—wealthy, powerful. Even as a projection, he can cause chaos with just a few spells. And he still carried battle intent in his mind. His sudden retreat… I don’t think it was just me.”
Feng Tingting’s breath caught.
Recalling the chat between Zhang Yu and Wen Wuya, the way Wen Wuya had looked at Zhang Yu before vanishing—her thoughts raced.
Could it be… Zhang Yu convinced him to leave?
If so… then Zhang Yu must hold even greater weight in Wen Wuya’s eyes than I thought.
Seeing Feng Tingting’s change in expression, Ye Xingli asked, “What’s wrong?”
Feng Tingting hesitated.
Mo Ejin watched with growing curiosity.
Ye Xingli quickly created a group chat.
Ye Xingli: Tingting, what do you know?
Feng Tingting: Wen Wuya and Zhang Yu… they’re mutual cultivation partners. Was it Zhang Yu who persuaded him to leave?
Ye Xingli froze.
What? Really?
She turned to look at Zhang Yu—her mind reeling.
What kind of strength does this man have? What’s so valuable about their mutual cultivation that even Wen Wuya, a Hua Shen Disciple, would seek it?
The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
And then she remembered Director Gao’s recent plan to transfer Zhang Yu to the Alchemy Department.
Could there be a connection?
Mo Ejin, too, felt a sudden chill.
So that’s it… rumors said Gao had ties to Tianjian’s Hua Shen. Is Zhang Yu the bridge between them?
For a moment, both Ye Xingli and Mo Ejin looked at Zhang Yu with new eyes.
As the gathering ended, Zhang Yu returned to his usual routine—drowned in work.
Time passed swiftly.
It was now late December.
Zhang Yu’s Dao Heart Level had reached 16 (65.5%), Martial Energy stood at 891.3, and Martial Energy Quality had climbed to 181%. His Physical Strength Level was 16.95.
With this all-around progress, his Gang Qi Conductivity Rate rose to 68%, and Maximum Gang Qi Conductivity Distance reached 69 meters.
His martial arts cultivation had advanced as well.
The second supreme technique of Civil Engineering Seven Supreme—Da Huan Yishan Jin—had been pushed to Level 20.
The seventh martial arts door of Martial Dao Holy Body had also reached Level 20, allowing him to begin cultivating the eighth.
But the greatest joy came from Qinglian Jiantai.
Through repeated testing and internal sensing, Zhang Yu felt the Divine Spirit Root continuously adjusting his body.
Even without using the Chain Law Diagram Set, his standard forms—University Holy Body, Tu Mu Holy Body, Qi Mai Chang Liu—retained about 1% of their effect in normal state.
Just 1%—but Zhang Yu remembered clearly: Qinglian Jiantai’s adaptive strengthening was a gradual process.
One month… and it’s already 1%?
He couldn’t help but grow more excited about what the future might bring.
As for using it in combat—like Bai Zhenzhen did—Zhang Yu still wasn’t brave enough to try.
Then, as the year turned, and January arrived, Director Gao’s construction site assignment finally came through.
(End of Chapter)
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