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Chapter 424: The Military License Exam Begins (Please Vote for Me)
Luxurious dorm room.
Zhang Yu’s hands flashed across the air, leaving a blur of motion—so fast it was like wind and thunder. He had already swept past Le Mulan’s body in an instant.
Le Mulan felt an unusual surge of Martial Energy flow into several of her meridians, temporarily severing her connection with her Spirit Armor.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu occasionally pressed in waves of Yangyang Martial Energy to aid her cultivation.
This was Zhang Yu practicing the Thirty-Six Movements of Yuan Ci Jie Mai Shou—while simultaneously refining Le Mulan’s energy through mutual cultivation.
Though Le Mulan gained significant benefits, Zhang Yu himself—despite having already pushed his Martial Energy to the peak of Foundation Establishment—gained even greater value from the clash between Yangyang and Shenhan Martial Energies. The confrontation helped him further strengthen the resilience and quality of his energy, while also elevating the rank of Le Mulan’s Dao Seed.
At that moment, the dorm door creaked open, and Zhang Pianpian stepped in.
"Senior," Zhang Yu turned, noticing the "Rank 32" insignia of the Spellcraft Department emblazoned on Zhang Pianpian’s headband. He mentally remarked, “My sister’s ranking is steadily improving.”
Zhang Pianpian smiled faintly at him. "I’ll be stepping out for a while—busy things to attend to. If anything comes up, just reach out."
Her eyes swept over Zhang Yu, who was still lightly tapping meridians on Le Mulan’s body, and the way Le Mulan occasionally winced, furrowed her brows, or twisted slightly.
Zhang Pianpian sent a message:
> Zhang Pianpian: I’ve been watching you and Le Mulan for a while now.
> Zhang Pianpian: You two really want to do mutual cultivation, don’t you?
Zhang Yu: Senior, what are you talking about? We’re just cultivating properly!
Zhang Pianpian: Is that so?
Zhang Pianpian: But you’ve both searched up countless questions on how to do mutual cultivation.
Zhang Pianpian: And the search frequency has been rising steadily over the past few months.
Zhang Yu: Just browsing! What’s wrong with learning new things?
Zhang Pianpian: And why is there a question about male-to-female gender transition surgery and mutual cultivation?
Zhang Yu: I’m just curious! I’m genuinely curious!
Zhang Yu: Searching doesn’t mean I want to do anything!
Zhang Yu: Check Yu Xinghan’s history—his activity is way more extreme!
Zhang Yu: And… can you please act like you don’t see our records?!
Zhang Pianpian: Yu Xinghan? I haven’t checked in a while. It’s all… weird.
Zhang Yu: Send me the logs…
Inside the dorm.
Zhang Yu traced a Dao gesture with his hand. Instantly, his internal Martial Energy condensed into a single, refined breath.
Then, with a flick of his finger toward the Di Shasha Bottle in front of him, he unleashed the energy—rippling outward in a sweeping motion that instantly scanned the bottle from top to bottom.
Immediately, a cascade of data and parameters flooded his vision.
Zhang Yu thought to himself: This Jianbao Jue is truly powerful. It seems to incorporate elements of both Spellcraft and Alchemy.
Once activated, it can connect to the Ling Realm and access the latest Spirit Artifact data. Even without Ling Realm connectivity, it can still analyze and summarize information stored in the Eye Armor.
Perfect for pairing with Yuan Ci Jie Mai Shou.
Zhang Yu knew that cultivating Yuan Ci Jie Mai Shou required precise knowledge of the target Spirit Armor’s meridian interfaces—so he could accurately seal it off.
But memorizing every single interface for various Spirit Armors on a daily basis was time-consuming, inefficient, and impractical.
Thus, scanning the target with Jianbao Jue before using the technique became the most convenient solution.
As Zhang Yu repeatedly practiced Jianbao Jue, he noticed the communication window beside him.
There, Bai Zhenzhen was cultivating her sword art.
No words passed between them. No exchange. Just two people immersed in their respective cultivation and studies—something they had grown accustomed to.
Yet every time Bai Zhenzhen paused during her training to steal a glance at Zhang Yu, a quiet warmth filled her heart—just the feeling of him being beside her. A faint smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Suddenly, Wen Wuya’s voice rang from outside:
"Zhenzhen! Time’s up! Let’s go!"
Bai Zhenzhen looked at Zhang Yu through the screen.
"Yu, I’m leaving."
Zhang Yu nodded. "Yeah."
At that moment, Le Mulan’s voice came from beside him.
"Zhang Yu, open your mouth. My new medicine is coming in."
Zhang Yu opened his mouth.
"A Zhen, see you tonight."
Bai Zhenzhen smiled slightly.
"Good luck on your Military License exam."
Zhang Yu grinned.
"Leave it to me—I’ll win it."
With that, the connection severed.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen each returned to their own lives.
...
In recent days, Su Yanyang had been relentlessly gathering intelligence on Ping Han.
To him, Ping Han had become the biggest obstacle in the upcoming Military License Exam—the greatest threat to his own pursuit of the license.
"This guy’s not only trading in crypto himself… he’s dragging a whole group of people into it?"
"A paid group for crypto trading tips?"
"He’s finished."
Su Yanyang couldn’t believe that a mere Civil Engineering Department worker could possibly grasp real crypto trading skills. Even Finance Department geniuses—those rare talents who mastered the Fate Dao Art—struggled to understand it.
To him, Ping Han was nothing more than a lucky fool who’d struck gold by accident.
"The smart move? Cut and run now. Take your 400 Lingbi and never touch crypto again."
If it were Su Yanyang, that’s exactly what he’d do.
But he knew not everyone had his resolve.
"Ping Han’s trading Qiongjiang Coin—using 10x or even 20x leverage."
Su Yanyang spent time studying the past few years of Qiongjiang Coin’s price movements. He knew the coin’s volatility was terrifying—prices could swing wildly in seconds, and many had gone bankrupt within a single year.
"With Ping Han’s level, he won’t last long."
"He’ll almost certainly blow up before the Military License Exam even starts."
Having made his judgment, Su Yanyang decided to mortgage his Spirit Armor to boost his own chances in the exam.
But as the exam drew nearer, he was stunned to find that Ping Han hadn’t lost a single cent.
On the contrary, as Qiongjiang Coin surged, Ping Han’s profits kept growing—steadily, relentlessly.
"How is this possible?"
Staring at Ping Han’s daily profit reports, Su Yanyang shifted from shock to fury, then to regret—until only helplessness remained.
Seeing Ping Han make so much money—more than any loss—felt worse than being defeated by Zhang Yu.
Slowly, Ping Han had become the person Su Yanyang hated most.
...
Medical Room.
Xiao Yunji hung from a series of IV bags, receiving constant infusions of Medicinal Agent to maintain her Spirit Armor synchronization rate.
"Just a few more days," she whispered. "Then it’ll all be over."
She came from the 8th Floor—a descendant of a high-ranking executive in a construction firm, carrying the Bloodline inherited from her ancestor.
Her entire purpose—along with her siblings—was to prolong the life of that executive.
For many wealthy families in Kunxu’s 7th to 10th Floors, cultivating heirs during their peak spiritual years was pointless.
But once their potential waned and progress stalled, it was time to breed the next generation.
Especially as maintenance costs skyrocketed with age—more heirs were needed to generate income, support the family, and even provide blood-linked physical bodies.
Xiao Yunji had seen what happened to those who fell into the Ling Realm—watched as the rich drained their descendants dry, dragging entire families into ruin.
But her ancestor hadn’t reached that point yet.
Still, she was determined to win the Military License.
Because only with the license could she continue receiving investment and climb higher—instead of being forced into a construction job, handing over most of her earnings to the family, and exhausting her blood and life to sustain her ancestor’s longevity.
As she felt the weight of her latest-generation adaptive Spirit Armor and the strength of her cultivated martial prowess, a confident smile appeared on her face.
"This armor was designed for combat—its ability to shift from human form grants power far beyond what any humanoid form can achieve."
"Last year’s Civil Engineering Competition was just a warm-up."
"Now, combined with my specially cultivated technique, it’s 1+1 > 2."
"And with six Spirit Artifacts I borrowed through ad endorsements..."
"This time… I will win the Military License!"
Suddenly, her brows furrowed.
Ping Han had sent another message.
"That guy…" Xiao Yunji almost blocked him.
But she didn’t. After all, Ping Han was her biggest rival in the exam. She needed every scrap of intelligence on him.
And as she stared at the profit screenshots he kept sending, her expression darkened.
"Again?"
Another surge in his deposit…
It felt like watching his strength grow with every update.
The more she saw, the more threatening Ping Han became.
...
October.
Time had quietly reached the day of the Military Permit Exam.
Zhang Yu opened his eyes in the dorm, heart tightening slightly.
“It’s finally happening.”
Before leaving, Le Mulan extended a finger.
"I made a special medicine for you. Take it before you go."
Yu Xinghan asked, "Shall I give you a quick warm-up first?"
Walking along the Yuan Ci Channel, Zhang Yu glanced at the messages flooding in from Bai Zhenzhen.
> Bai Zhenzhen: Yu! You’ve got this! I believe in you!
> Zhang Pianpian: Win, but don’t show off too much.
> Zhao Tianxing: Nervous ⊙﹏⊙
> Director Gao: Do your best. I’ll be watching from the audience stand.
> Ciji Zhenjun: It’s just a Civil Engineering Military License. If you don’t pass, it’s not the end. Just don’t damage your body.
As the messages appeared one by one in his Eye Armor, Zhang Yu felt as if countless invisible hands were gently pushing him forward—guiding him step by step toward the Examination Hall.
(End of Chapter)
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