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Chapter 415: Golden Armor Warrior
As Zhang Yu manipulated Gang Qi and Taiyi Jin Ye Dan, the golden-armored warrior before him trembled slightly, then surged into motion—fists and feet lashing out in a sequence of martial arts techniques. Each strike carried the power of Wuxiang Force, amplified by the essence of Taiyi Jin Ye Dan, producing thunderous roars that echoed like wind and storm. The raw force unleashed was clearly far superior to plain Wuxiang Force.
Zhang Yu thought to himself: "After molding the liquid metal from Taiyi Jin Ye Dan, this is the strongest material I’ve ever created. Stronger than my normal Blood flesh by a wide margin. Only in the state of extreme residual health, enhanced by Tu Mu Holy Body, could I possibly surpass its defensive strength."
Gazing at the golden-armored figure before him, Zhang Yu decided to name this enhanced Wuxiang Force the Golden Armor Warrior.
"If I pair it with Tianqing Sand, one such warrior might be able to hold its own against the top ten Wuxiang Forces."
"And if I combine it with Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin..."
Then he recalled: his own Martial Dao Holy Body could also be channeled through his Gang Qi—meaning it could be directly imbued into the Golden Armor Warrior as well.
"Even a regular Foundation Establishment cultivator, relying solely on close combat, wouldn’t stand a chance against my Golden Armor Warrior."
But then he shook off the thought.
“What’s the point of being strong in fights?”
“Better to test its practical efficiency first.”
With a mere flick of his will, the golden armor retracted dramatically across the warrior’s body—replaced instead by a massive golden hammer now clenched in its hand.
As Gang Qi surged, the hammer roared through the air, leaving trails of afterimages in its wake, screaming like a storm wind.
"Taiyi Jin Ye Dan can be molded into any tool needed—this is truly a massive boost to productivity."
As Zhang Yu mused, the golden hammer shifted again—transforming seamlessly into a different tool, then another, and another.
...
The days passed in quiet focus. Zhang Yu remained immersed in study and cultivation.
One evening, while training in the Ling Realm’s Simulation Laboratory, he was abruptly pulled from his session by a relentless stream of intrusive messages.
Before him stood a tall, statuesque girl—barely clothed—her form shimmering with a projected image.
She smirked, lifting her chest slightly. “Well? What do you think?”
Zhang Yu hesitated. “You… are Wen Wuya?”
The projection of Wen Wuya nodded, rubbing her chest. “You were right, Zhang Yu. Since I became a woman, Bai Zhenzhen and I have actually started talking more.”
She paused, then added: “But I think we can still optimize. Help me adjust my appearance—make it look exactly like Bai Zhenzhen’s ideal.”
Zhang Yu groaned. “Wait… how can I even do that?”
Wen Wuya waved casually. “I shared the projection’s adjustment function with you. Just apply the changes directly to my body. I’ll use your model as a blueprint for my modification surgery.”
Zhang Yu turned away, unable to bear the sight. “This is… too much trouble.”
Wen Wuya shrugged. “What’s the hassle? Some people change their look dozens of times a day. A new body? No big deal. Patching and stitching? That’s nothing.”
Zhang Yu couldn’t relate to this kind of mindset—this level of wealth and detachment. He sighed. “I’m not really good at this sort of thing.”
Wen Wuya smiled. “Ten Lingbi.”
Zhang Yu straightened. “I’ll do my best.”
She waved her hand. “Come on, hurry up. If something’s off, just adjust it right on my projection.”
“Yeah, like this?”
“Hmm… so this is how Bai Zhenzhen likes her curves?”
“Classic aesthetic. Some modern Hua Shen prefer this look too.”
“Is Bai Zhenzhen a retro enthusiast?”
...
Kunxu Second Layer
Shuizhou Yao Yi Vocational College
Zhang Yu walked down the street, turning to Shi Yunxiang beside him. “This is the pharmaceutical factory project, right?”
“But I didn’t see any medicinal fields on the way here.”
Shi Yunxiang walked alongside him, and as they passed, the surrounding yao yi—supernatural beings—stepped aside respectfully, eyes filled with awe.
Yet Zhang Yu was surprised to notice: most of the yao yi here were rat-bloodline types.
All around, towering humanoid rats marched down the streets, their eyes alert, their posture rigid.
When Zhang Yu voiced his question, Shi Yunxiang smiled faintly, then turned to a nearby rat yao yi and asked, “Who can tell me—what’s our local specialty?”
One rat raised its hand. Shi Yunxiang nodded, then turned to Zhang Yu. “You see? That’s the specialty.”
Zhang Yu blinked. “Huh?”
Shi Yunxiang continued: “Not all medicine comes from plants. Some animals are used as raw ingredients too.”
Zhang Yu glanced at the surrounding rat yao yi. “So… they’re being processed?”
Shi Yunxiang waved dismissively. “Rat yao yi are too expensive compared to rat yao shou. We don’t use them.”
Zhang Yu nodded. That’s a reasonable excuse—though still a bit Kunxu-level absurd, at least it’s better than using sentient beings.
Shi Yunxiang added: “The rat bloodline component is only about one percent in the final formula. The rest is still from yao shou—so we can claim it contains Shuizhou rat yao yi.”
Zhang Yu stared at him. “You’re comfortable with using yao yi like that?”
Shi Yunxiang cut in sharply. “Lion yao yi are not the same as rat yao yi. Even though both are yao yi, they’re entirely different species.”
Through Shi Yunxiang’s explanation, Zhang Yu slowly understood: though yao yi presented a united front externally, internally, there was a deep, rigid hierarchy. The rat-bloodline were at the bottom—looked down upon by lion, tiger, and other dominant yao tribes.
Shi Yunxiang warned: “Here, there are so many yao yi. Never mix up their bloodlines. That’s a major taboo.”
Fujie chuckled. “Honestly, grouping all non-human creatures—wolf, bird, insect, fish—under one label called ‘yao yi’? That’s human arrogance. It’s instinctive prejudice against anything not human. The different yao yi tribes are just clinging together for survival in Kunxu.”
Zhang Yu nodded slowly. So the internal dynamics among yao yi are far more complex than I ever imagined.
They arrived at the outdoor construction site. After brief coordination with the yao yi workers, Zhang Yu and Shi Yunxiang began the work.
Shi Yunxiang blurred through the air, shuttling massive building materials with inhuman speed.
Zhang Yu, meanwhile, unleashed his Gang Qi—splitting it into twenty distinct Wuxiang Forces, moving in perfect harmony like a small, efficient construction crew.
Shi Yunxiang watched, marveling inwardly: "Zhang Yu’s progress is astonishing."
"Next Civil Engineering Competition… he might just get us into the top five."
Just then, the ground trembled.
A monstrous beast—over ten meters tall—burst into the construction site.
Shi Yunxiang’s eyes narrowed. “A Foundation Establishment stage yao shou from the ranch? It broke free?”
“That aura… Physical Strength Level 20. Even if we’re at the same level, its sheer size gives it a massive physical advantage.”
He stepped forward, ready to intercept.
But before he could move, a streak of gold flashed past—like lightning.
A golden figure landed before the beast, feet planted firmly.
With a thunderous crack, the two collided—yet the golden warrior didn’t budge. Instead, it pushed the charging beast back with crushing force.
It was Zhang Yu’s Golden Armor Warrior.
Claws tore at the golden armor, screeching against it—yet failed to dent it.
With the combined power of 20th-level Taiyi Jin Ye Dan and the Martial Dao Holy Body, every attack was absorbed, neutralized, and then reflected through Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin.
The warrior stood like an indestructible automaton—enduring the beast’s frenzied assault, then countering with relentless, bone-shattering punches.
One after another, the Foundation Establishment yao shou was driven back—ten meters, twenty, thirty—until it collapsed to its knees, eyes clear, utterly broken, too afraid to rise again.
From afar, several yao yi workers rushed over, staring in awe at the kneeling beast and the golden warrior before it.
“We heard the construction team here is from Wanfa University.”
“Already tamed a Foundation Establishment yao shou? No wonder they’re top-tier students.”
But when they tried to approach to apologize, the golden warrior dissolved into a swirling stream of gold and white vapor—vanishing back toward the construction site.
The workers froze, stunned.
“Just a Gang Qi manifestation?”
“This is the strength of a top-tier student? A single thread of Gang Qi… that powerful?”
After completing the yao yi collaboration project in Shuizhou, Zhang Yu immediately headed to his next mission—the dormitory construction for junior college students.
There, the Golden Armor Warrior could be seen repairing a cracked foundation.
At a spirit artifact factory leaking malevolent energy, it rushed in to seal breaches.
In the depths of an underground tomb, Zhang Yu was seen excavating corpse units—his Golden Armor Warrior guarding him from ambushes.
Meanwhile, in alchemy technique development, he continued refining his skills—returning to Wanfa University City every chance he got, diving straight into the Ling Realm’s Simulation Laboratory.
...
June
Alchemy Laboratory
Zhang Yu was refining the Di Shasha Bottle.
Though he had mastered several new alchemy techniques lately, he hadn’t applied all of them—his funds were limited.
He chose Di Shasha Bottle for one reason: versatility.
Zhang Yu thought: "Once perfected, this bottle can collect demonic energy, purify polluted environments, store and refine raw materials, and even process concrete—boosting my income significantly. It’s like giving me a superpower."
But refining Di Shasha Bottle required careful handling of Di Shasha Qi—highly volatile and dangerous.
Even with his strong constitution and resistance, Zhang Yu worked with extreme caution.
After several hours, a brilliant flash erupted.
In his palm, a bottle materialized—crystal-clear, glowing like translucent glass.
Its surface was etched with dense Martial Energy Circuits, pulsing faintly with blue-white light.
Inside, a swirling mass of electric-like demonic energy moved like a living thing.
As Zhang Yu gazed at it, his Eye Armor displayed a series of parameters:
- Remaining Martial Energy: 99%
- Usable Time: 3 hours 45 minutes
- Remaining Di Shasha Essence: 100%
- Storage Capacity: 100%
- Current Mode: Idle
Zhang Yu scanned the data, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"A 20th-level Di Shasha Bottle… success."
(End of Chapter)
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