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Chapter 407: Wanfa Hua Shen, Cultivation Drug Testing
Hearing Xiao Qingxuan’s words, Zhang Yu asked curiously: “The intensity of the University War has increased?”
Xiao Qingxuan nodded. “At first, it was just a few junior colleges clashing.”
“Then gradually, universities from the 72 Lower Schools began joining in.”
“Now, even teachers from No. 36 Upper School have been caught up in the battlefield, and students have died as collateral damage.”
Zhang Yu said, “Xiao Senior, do you think the Top Ten will get involved?”
Xiao Qingxuan shook his head.
Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow. “You don’t think they will?”
He hadn’t expected Xiao Qingxuan—someone from the War Faction—to believe the Top Ten Elite Universities wouldn’t take part.
Xiao Qingxuan replied, “I don’t know.”
“Whether the Top Ten enters the fray isn’t something lower-tier schools can decide.”
“As long as the Hua Shen Gods remain resolved on peace, no matter how fiercely the lower levels fight—even if Levels 2, 3, and 4 are reduced to scorched earth—the Top Ten won’t step in.”
“But what do the Hua Shen Gods truly think? Who can say?”
“Besides, even among the Hua Shen Gods, opinions likely differ.”
“For instance, among our three Wanfa university presidents, some may desire war, others peace.”
“That’s why our Civil Engineering Department is split into two factions.”
“Ultimately, each department’s stance reflects the will of those three leaders. As for students and teachers—well, their choices are merely shaped by the interests wielded by the Divine Lords…”
Listening to Xiao Qingxuan’s explanation, Zhang Yu nodded repeatedly.
Having spent so long at Wanfa University, he knew the three Hua Shen Gods were currently serving as president and vice-presidents.
Of course, Wanfa had more than two vice-presidents—besides the two Hua Shen God-appointed ones, five Yuan Ying Zhenjun also held vice-presidential roles, each overseeing different domains.
Zhang Yu now asked, “I know the Alchemy Department’s Alchemy Engineering College is pro-war, while the Finance Department’s School of Economic Management leans toward peace. What about the Dao Arts College, which houses the Dao Arts Department?”
He’d asked Zhang Pianpian similar questions before, but he was curious how Xiao Qingxuan viewed it.
Xiao Qingxuan replied calmly, “Finance and Alchemy—two of the three elite departments—contain nearly all the core strength of their respective colleges. Their stances define the entire institution’s position.”
“But Dao Arts College is different. Aside from the elite Dao Arts Department, it also houses the Spellcraft Department.”
“Regarding Dao Arts Department alone: they’re major players in Martial Energy production, transportation, and sales. Their attitude toward the University War is likely one of limited regional tension—enough to drive up Martial Energy prices, but not so much as to risk total war and uncontrollable losses.”
“As for the Spellcraft Department, though not a top-tier department, they represent Zheng Shen’s influence and stance—enough to sway decisions across the entire college.”
“But Zheng Shen has always remained neutral in the University War. Their true intentions? No one can tell.”
As Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan walked, he realized that despite being a Ten Thousand Negative, Xiao Qingxuan had deep insight into the university’s internal dynamics. Their conversation gave Zhang Yu a fresh perspective on the current situation.
Just then, Zhang Yu spotted a kneeling statue on the ground. He frowned. “What’s that? Why’s there a statue in the factory?”
Xiao Qingxuan wrinkled his brow, a flicker of disdain flashing in his eyes.
After a moment of silence, he explained:
“Pharmaceutical Factory operators face monotonous work. Long hours lead to extreme psychological stress, mental exhaustion, and mechanical alienation.”
“Some have even taken their own lives.”
“But you know, operators are on the assembly line 24/7—each one has become part of the line, fused with the entire production system.”
“So when an operator dies, it often causes the line to stall, severely impacting production efficiency.”
“To solve this, the factory began adding Happy Medicine to the operators’ drinking water—reducing stress, dulling the mind, making them work more happily.”
“They also improved the operators’ modification surgeries, increasing modularity and replaceability—essentially turning them into fully modular units.”
“Beyond hardware upgrades, they erected Shame Statues for Suicide, promoting a modern industrial worker’s ethos of shame in self-destruction. They also selected Model Workers to boost the operators’ Factory Honor Consciousness…”
As Xiao Qingxuan spoke, a figure appeared in the spiritual world projection beside them—a factory worker in a uniform, moving through the ranks of the spirit armors, conducting product quality inspections.
Seeing Zhang Yu gaze at the projection, Xiao Qingxuan said, “That’s a Soul Cultivator Employee.”
“Workers who collapse and die from overtime on the Pharmaceutical Factory’s assembly line don’t get compensation for lost work. Instead, they’re reborn as Soul Cultivators—continuing to serve the factory.”
“You, as a student from the Top Ten, might not understand. But for many junior college students, it’s actually a good deal—guaranteed employment.”
Zhang Yu glanced at the operators on the assembly line. Many of them, indeed, looked at the Soul Cultivator’s projection with clear longing.
Of course, most of the junior college students were secretly watching Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan, dazzled by the two Wanfa University students’ aura.
This batch of junior college students all came from the same school. As they observed Zhang Yu and Xiao Qingxuan, they whispered excitedly in their group chat.
> “Wanfa University students look so rich.”
> “Need to see? They’re the ones who owe 10,000 Lingbi!”
> “Even if they killed junior college students every day, it’d take ages to rack up 10,000 Lingbi. Probably need to kill a few teachers too.”
> “No wonder they’re from Wanfa University—just one person’s debt exceeds all of us combined.”
After touring the entire facility with Xiao Qingxuan, Zhang Yu completed the data collection and recording for the building.
Then, following Xiao Qingxuan, they moved to a nearby construction site to begin excavating the underground space and laying the foundation.
Zhang Yu raised his hand and unleashed Da Huan Yishan Jin. A visible shockwave surged outward, shattering vast stretches of rock.
At the same time, waves of Wuxiang Force erupted from behind him—cleansing the site, transporting building materials, removing debris…
Once the rock was crushed, excavated, and cleared, Zhang Yu activated Fanning Yin’s martial arts, delivering one powerful palm strike after another, each packed with Gang Qi, pressing down to level the ground.
Within moments, the construction site began to take shape.
Xiao Qingxuan nodded approvingly. Director Gao was right—Zhang Yu alone is more than enough for this site.
A moment later, he added, “Besides construction, Director Gao also arranged a drug testing job for you. I’ll take you there shortly.”
…
Inside the office building, Zhang Yu glanced down the corridor at the students from the 72 Lower Schools, curious. “Are they all here for drug testing?”
Xiao Qingxuan nodded. “Junior college students’ bodies are too fragile. Some drugs can only be properly tested on real university students.”
Zhang Yu understood. In the Second Layer, most junior college students didn’t even qualify for drug testing.
As a student from Wanfa University, his threshold for participation was naturally much higher.
Seeing Zhang Yu stride directly toward the laboratory, the students around him all exchanged envious glances.
> “A Foundation Establishment student from Wanfa University? They’re doing drug testing too?”
> “The drugs they’re testing must be deadly. Their poop could probably poison us.”
> “What are you talking about? Wanfa University’s geniuses wouldn’t even have poop!”
As Zhang Yu stepped into the lab, he saw Le Mulan already waiting.
She smiled upon seeing them. “Zhang Yu, my mentor sent me to coordinate your drug testing work.”
Xiao Qingxuan turned to Zhang Yu. “I’ll wait outside. Call me if anything comes up.”
He remembered Director Gao’s instructions.
Old Gao really values this Zhang Yu. He told me to be on standby at all times, ready to treat him so he can take massive doses of experimental drugs—boosting his cultivation efficiency even further.
After Xiao Qingxuan left, Le Mulan stepped beside Zhang Yu and pulled out a thick syringe.
“This experimental drug accelerates metabolism and increases your body refinement efficiency. But it’ll also cause extreme mental excitement, blood pressure spikes, and martial energy instability…”
As she spoke, she smoothly injected the drug into Zhang Yu’s body.
Zhang Yu had relaxed his muscles, skin, and martial energy defenses—partly by choice, partly due to Le Mulan’s precise control through the needle’s tip, showcasing flawless needle technique.
Zhang Yu thought: Le Mulan’s been injecting needles since high school. Her skill is far beyond mine—maybe even better than those Security Department students.
Indeed, Zhang Yu compared her to the Security Department students. After all, those guys claimed to be the highest needle-takers on campus, with techniques rivaling even medical students.
As she administered the injection, Le Mulan recalled her mentor’s instructions.
To prepare for the escalating intensity of the University War, our department has decided to develop new drugs.
This Zhang Yu from Civil Engineering is interesting. I’ve reviewed his biological data—want to test whether I can develop drugs based on his Qi and Blood Factors and Bloodline Expression.
Le Jingchen refused to sell breeding rights, didn’t he? Even now, he won’t sell seeds?
Try asking him again. I’ll pay a high price.
Zhang Yu, of course, refused immediately. Both Fujie’s warning and his own principles made him uninterested in selling breeding rights—let alone seeds.
He waved his hand. “Since I’ve dedicated myself to the immortal path and given up indulgence long ago, I haven’t produced anything for a long time.”
“I feel great now. I doubt I’ll ever do it again.”
But as Zhang Yu walked away, Le Mulan couldn’t shake the image of her mentor’s expression when speaking of Zhang Yu—there was something unspoken, something that suggested her mentor wasn’t ready to give up so easily.
(End of Chapter)
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