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Chapter 410: The Cult
Pharmaceutical Factory.
With Zhang Yu successfully completing the construction of the facility, today marked the official setup of the Operator Assembly Line. Zhang Yu arrived early to assist with the work. If the line were fully installed today, he would finish five days ahead of schedule—earning a bonus as a reward.
Walking through the vast workshop, Zhang Yu observed the meticulous placement of the Assembly Line while activating the Yin-Yang Bracelet to maintain the Tempering of his Physical Body. The surge of yang energy and yin essence within him, stimulated by the bracelet, surged and receded like opposing flames. He felt as though his body was being forged in a relentless cycle of heat and cold, growing stronger with each passing moment.
This sensation… sometimes made him feel like a Spirit Artifact being hammered into perfection by the bracelet.
Fujie commented dryly:
"Frankly… in Ciji Zhenjun’s eyes, you might as well be raw material for a Spirit Artifact."
"If they ever realize you lack any talent in Alchemy Technique, they might just start cultivating you as Alchemy material instead."
"Ciji Zhenjun only began taking interest in you after the competition—most likely because he saw potential in your Alchemy suitability."
After Fujie’s words, Zhang Yu snapped to attention.
"If I really were treated as Alchemy material… I wouldn’t just miss the Top Ten Sects. I wouldn’t even qualify for the Top Ten League."
"Right… I need to finish the Alchemy Course as soon as possible and start demonstrating my true talent."
Just then, a sudden event unfolded.
On the Assembly Line—still newly set up—a Junior College Student collapsed and died instantly.
Moments later, a Pharmaceutical Factory staff member approached.
He was a graduate of the 72nd Lower School, responsible for Maintenance of the Assembly Line.
With a practiced motion, he activated a sequence, and a spectral outline emerged from the corpse.
The spirit laughed loudly:
"Alright, I’m gone first. You all keep grinding—use my body to keep working, okay?"
The surrounding Junior College Students watched with envious expressions.
"Just one day on the job… and already dead?"
"Guess I’m going to Ling Realm now. As a Soul Cultivator, I won’t starve, won’t tire, and my next life’s job is already sorted!"
"I heard Soul Cultivators can work overtime endlessly—on the first day of death, they earn 0.0006 Lingbi per hour!"
"Seriously? That much?!"
Hearing the chatter, the Maintenance Personnel grew impatient. He pressed the Assembly Line’s mute button, instantly silencing all the students. No one could speak.
"Stay focused. No chatting during work hours."
He then carried the corpse to the production manager’s office, bowing respectfully.
"Manager Qu, one Junior College Student has died. I’ve handled it."
The production manager, Qu Lecheng, was a graduate of Wanfa University—someone the Maintenance Personnel regarded as a true scholar, a master among cultivators, a world apart from the lower-tier students like himself.
Qu Lecheng frowned.
"What’s wrong with the lines you’re overseeing? The fatality rate’s been unusually high lately."
The Maintenance Personnel sighed.
"It’s just the new batch of Junior College Students—terrible discipline."
Qu Lecheng remained cold.
"That’s your problem. If another student dies this month, you’ll lose 0.02 Lingbi."
The man opened his mouth, then closed it, shoulders drooping.
"Manager Qu… I need to take a personal leave. I have to go home."
Qu Lecheng placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Don’t worry. Just treat the Pharmaceutical Factory like your own home."
As Zhang Yu approached, Qu Lecheng waved the Maintenance Personnel away.
"Go on. And remember—no more deaths this month. Another one, and it’s 0.02 Lingbi deducted."
Then, turning to Zhang Yu, Qu Lecheng stepped forward with a smile.
Though a graduate of Wanfa University’s Pharmacy Department, Qu Lecheng had never passed the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate exam. Now, standing before Zhang Yu, he felt a deep sense of inadequacy—his posture instinctively bent in deference.
"Master Zhang," he said warmly. "The rest of the project will depend heavily on you. A small token of appreciation—nothing much…"
[0.5 Lingbi]
Zhang Yu glanced at the transaction. A small token, indeed.
He accepted the payment with a calm nod.
"Relax. Getting this done quickly benefits me too. I’ll work as fast as possible."
Several hours later, the Assembly Line was finally completed and began operating smoothly.
Zhang Yu’s task of building the facility was now complete. His next assignment would be expanding other factories.
Qu Lecheng smiled.
"Master Zhang, you’ve worked hard today. I know Civil Engineering Department’s senior engineers all need a massage. I’ve arranged for a specialist to treat you."
Zhang Yu’s eyes flickered. He studied Qu Lecheng for a moment.
"Thoughtful of you."
Qu Lecheng said, "I’ll take you there now. Don’t worry—there’s someone watching over things. Just let me know if anything comes up."
A short while later, Zhang Yu entered a side office and began receiving a massage from the technician, easing the fatigue and wear from his muscles.
As the technician’s hands worked, Zhang Yu glanced at her broad, powerful frame—surprised. He hadn’t expected such skill.
The technician’s name was Wan Siro, a graduate of Qinghe Art University. But today, she wasn’t here for massage. She was here to steal the Deception Seed.
As she massaged, Wan Siro deliberately displayed her towering physique—her powerful muscles, her thick, iron-like arms, which she waved playfully before Zhang Yu’s eyes.
When Zhang Yu simply closed his eyes, Wan Siro thought:
"A regular Civil Engineering student from a common university—this would be the moment he’d start touching."
"This man’s clearly a man with a pulse… yet no reaction at all? Just as the employer said—his Dao Heart is ironclad. No ordinary temptation can stir his desire."
She knew he was from Wanfa—someone exceptional. She never planned to rely solely on her physical allure.
Instead, she channeled her Martial Energy, activating a Spiritual Odd Art refined through years of cultivation. Every movement exuded a primal, dragon-and-tiger-like magnetism.
"Classmate," she said. "Want a Kidney Care session?"
Zhang Yu opened his eyes, glancing at her. She now seemed to radiate blood and vitality, her body even more imposing, her arms swelling with muscle.
He closed his eyes again.
"No. Just keep massaging."
"Try it, classmate," she offered. "I’ll give you a 70% discount."
Zhang Yu: "No."
Wan Siro was stunned. A 70% discount… and still nothing?
No matter how she flirted or tempted, Zhang Yu remained utterly still—his mind like still water. Not a flicker of desire stirred.
Frustrated, Wan Siro began to doubt herself.
"This guy… does he not like women? Or is he some kind of pervert with a twisted taste?"
Just as her confidence wavered, a thunderous explosion echoed through the factory.
Zhang Yu’s eyes snapped open. In an instant, he vanished—shooting toward the source of the sound.
…
The blast had come from a pharmaceutical production line.
When Zhang Yu arrived, he saw a massive crater in the line’s surface. Raw materials spilled everywhere as the Assembly Line continued running, scattering chemicals across the floor.
Zhang Yu’s mind raced:
Someone attacked the Assembly Line? Who?
He scanned the area—but found no trace of the attacker.
Soon, more staff arrived. Some began repairs; others investigated the cause.
The truth was simple.
According to surveillance footage, a Soul Cultivator operating a Spirit Armor had carried out a suicide attack—and left behind a symbol.
Watching the explosion on screen, Qu Lecheng clenched his teeth.
"It’s the Double Rest Cult!"
Zhang Yu frowned.
"Mutual Cultivation… is that even considered a cult?"
Qu Lecheng snapped:
"Mutual Cultivation is the true Immortal Path—pure, righteous, above reproach."
"I mean rest—the word rest."
He growled.
"This Double Rest Cult spreads propaganda saying people should get two days off every month. They’ve been recruiting workers from factories and companies. It’s anarchy!"
At that moment, news of the Double Rest Cult spread rapidly through the Assembly Line. The Junior College Students grew uneasy.
Especially those on the temporarily halted line—now idle, their anxiety flared.
"Two days off a month? What kind of human is this?"
"Cutting two days of pay? They’re trying to starve us!"
"With competition this fierce in the Pharmaceutical Factory industry, if we shut down, the whole factory will collapse. Where will we find jobs?"
The entire line erupted in complaints.
Zhang Yu turned to Qu Lecheng.
"Where did this Double Rest Cult even come from?"
Qu Lecheng: "No idea. It just appeared out of nowhere. A bunch of lunatics—refusing to work, using some trick to brainwash Soul Cultivators and Junior College Students into carrying out terror attacks."
"Even though Zheng Shen and the universities are hunting them down everywhere, they keep popping up."
"Damn it… there’s gotta be a corporate spy using them for sabotage. Two days off? Who in their right mind would think of that?"
At that moment, the Maintenance Personnel returned.
"Manager Qu… the line’s badly damaged. It’ll take two days to fix. Can’t restart."
Qu Lecheng’s eyes flashed with fury. The thought of lost production, and his own performance metrics slipping, only deepened his rage.
"Two days?" he snapped. "This is clearly the work of those Double Rest Cultists. They love making us stop for two days."
He turned to the Maintenance Personnel.
"We won’t give in to these cultists! Work nonstop—repair the line! We restart in one day. One day, or it’s on you."
(End of Chapter)
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