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Chapter 429: The Divine Lord's Wedding (Thanks to the Grand Master 'JO Taolang Who Refuses to Be Human')
Beside him, Tian Xiang Zhenjun listened to Xi Yun Zhenjun’s words and nodded approvingly. “Xi Yun Zhenjun, your Wanfa University Civil Engineering Department truly is brimming with talent—each excelling in their own way.”
“It seems, aside from this cohort, the next generation may also produce someone capable of earning a Military License.”
Xi Yun Zhenjun offered a faint smile. “We still have a long way to go compared to your Tianyao University Civil Engineering Department. In recent years, you’ve swept every top prize in the Inter-School Civil Engineering Competition.”
Tian Xiang Zhenjun chuckled heartily. “This year’s cohort? Not so certain.” He pointed at Ping Han. “This senior student—wasn’t he on the same team as Mo Ejin?”
“He’s accumulated years of cultivation. If he secures the Military License this time, he’ll likely master the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power immediately.”
“Then your Civil Engineering Department will have both Mo Ejin and him—two individuals who’ve attained Military-Grade martial arts—forming a formidable team for the inter-school competition.”
Xi Yun Zhenjun said nothing, merely smiling. In his eyes, Ping Han winning the Military License would indeed be the ideal outcome.
“Xiao Yunji is exceptional, but he still needs two more years of refinement.”
“Zhang Yu’s destined for the Alchemy Department’s Magnetic Pole anyway.”
“Having Ping Han claim the Military License would be perfect—aligning with Mo Ejin to push for a championship in the cross-school Civil Engineering contest. Might even give us a shot at first place.”
Compared to individual achievements, Xi Yun Zhenjun was far more concerned with the overall strength of the entire Civil Engineering Department.
Wanfa University’s Civil Engineering Department hadn’t claimed the inter-school championship in years.
If this year’s cohort succeeded, it would be a major victory—not just for the students, but for him, as the vice-dean overseeing teaching.
Meanwhile, Director Gao was closely observing the students’ performances on the battlefield.
Just then, Lin Director appeared silently beside him, letting out a soft laugh. “Zhang Yu’s Xiao Sanhe execution is impressive. His construction skills are solid—every ounce of effort is put to perfect use.”
“But ultimately, he still can’t match Ping Han’s Crypto Trading prowess.”
Lin Director turned to Director Gao, his tone cool. “You see? Even the War Faction students have to rely on Crypto Trading to break through. They’re shining brilliantly on the Coin Path. What do you make of that, old Gao?”
Director Gao replied coldly, “Even if Ping Han wins the Military License today, it’s just the culmination of years of buildup. The growth of Qiongjiang Coin is merely a catalyst.”
Lin Director shook his head, sighing. “Old Gao, the Finance Department has money, we have talent. If we follow them—grabbing funds, acquiring land, building real estate, mastering finance—we’d all thrive on the immortal path. I just don’t understand why your War Faction keeps stubbornly resisting.”
Director Gao retorted, “I don’t understand either. How can you trust those Finance Department types—so greedy they’d strip the skin off a passing dog—so completely? The war’s already reached the 36th Colonel level. How can anyone still pretend not to see it?”
Lin Director sighed. “Gao Chongguang, you’ve been hauling bricks until you’ve gone mad.”
As the judges and guests aboard the Flying Barge watched the exam unfold and exchanged remarks, the intensity within the Examination Hall only escalated.
Huangjin Warriors of all forms surged forward in relentless waves, their weapons and powers growing ever more formidable.
Gang Qi swept like a storm, lightning and fire roared, shaking the earth—plains turned to scorched wasteland.
And as the battle grew fiercer, the candidates’ states began to shift.
…
As the exam progressed, Su Yanyang’s Underground Mausoleum grew increasingly complex and intricate—like a labyrinthine tomb devouring every incoming Huangjin Warrior. Traps erupted endlessly, decimating wave after wave of enemies.
But then, as the Eye Armor displayed a fresh wave of Message Reminders, Su Yanyang could no longer resist the urge to check.
Especially after remembering the earlier news about Qiongjiang Coin’s surge.
What if it’s risen again?
Ever since buying Qiongjiang Coin, Su Yanyang had made it a habit to check its price constantly—refreshing news, scanning Group Chat rumors, even just staring blankly at the Coin Price and Trading Volume charts for hours.
Now, upon opening the Message Reminder, his heart lurched.
> “Qiongjiang God has publicly announced a Dao Partner!”
> “Qiongjiang God is getting married!”
> “Rumors suggest that after the wedding, the Qiongjiang God will no longer engage in Mutual Cultivation with anyone outside their Dao Partner…”
The messages spread like wildfire. Su Yanyang’s mind reeled—his Martial Energy faltered, and the Underground Mausoleum suffered a breach as Huangjin Warriors surged through.
Yet even as he barely held his ground, his focus remained fixated on the Coin.
Because one truth struck him with clarity:
If the Qiongjiang God no longer cultivates with outsiders… she won’t be doing Lottery Mutual Cultivation either.
The Coin will crash.
It will plummet.
Panic seized him. He scrambled to log into the platform, frantically selling Qiongjiang Coins.
“Damn it! Why must she stop cultivating with others after marriage?!”
“Is this still the age of reason? Must she cling to ancient customs?!”
“Is this even a transcendent Divine Lord?!”
And who is her Dao Partner? Why are they just standing there, letting her ruin her own foundation? Why don’t they advise her to keep cultivating with others?
The thought of Qiongjiang Coin crashing filled him with fury. He cursed the Divine Lord—calling her outdated, backward, utterly lacking in ambition.
With a Dao Partner, she abandons all external cultivation? Gives up the empire she’s built? That’s self-destruction! How could she be so careless with her immortal path?
His entire focus had been consumed by the Coin.
As a result, his performance in the Examination Hall deteriorated rapidly.
The Underground Mausoleum was overrun in moments—more chambers lost to enemy advance.
…
On the other side, within Xiao Yunji’s Examination Hall, she continued to move at blinding speed.
Her Three Heads and Six Arms form was like an unyielding fortress—each limb crushing Huangjin Warriors into pulp.
A mountain of shattered remains piled around her feet, forming a grotesque landfill that ringed her Array Eye.
Hiss!
Another Medicinal Agent pierced her neck—slowing the decline of her Spirit Armor Synchronization Rate.
But Xiao Yunji paid it no mind.
Her eyes burned with single-minded focus.
She repeated her techniques—fast, brutal, relentless—slicing through each Huangjin Warrior without pause.
As for Qiongjiang Coin?
She hadn’t given it a second thought.
Since the exam began, she had shut down all Social Media Platforms—entirely dedicated to unleashing her full combat potential, determined to showcase her strength flawlessly in the Examination Hall.
…
Meanwhile, the judges and guests aboard the Flying Barge sensed something unusual in the Examination Hall.
“Rumor about Qiongjiang Coin spreading?”
From within Xi Yun Zhenjun’s cloud-like form, lightning flickered—rolling thunder echoing through the air. “Well, this is a true test of the students’ mental fortitude.”
Tian Xiang Zhenjun waved a dismissive hand. “So what?”
“In the old days, when Immortal Dao Technology was still primitive, exams were interrupted by network failures, earthquakes, even Spirit Energy失控—happened all the time.”
“How can one hope to walk the Xian Dao Road without a heart unshaken by trials?”
To Tian Xiang Zhenjun, a fluctuation in currency was no different than shifting stars or surging Spirit Energy—just another natural change in the environment.
If one couldn’t endure such a minor shift, what right did they have to pursue a Military License?
Xi Yun Zhenjun nodded. “Nowadays, Immortal Dao Technology advances daily, yet student resilience seems to be declining.”
“In our time, we fought on the frontlines—while our companies went bankrupt behind us. This is nothing.”
Tian Xiang Zhenjun glanced at Su Yanyang’s frantic state and shook his head. “Crypto Trading isn’t done like this. Back then, fools like him would’ve collapsed long ago.”
Then his gaze shifted to Ping Han—his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Oh?”
“Don’t panic. It’s all fake news.”
“Price changes are just technical adjustments. Stay calm.”
Facing the torrent of messages flooding the paid Group Chat, Ping Han remained utterly composed. His palm seals shifted with precision, commanding Xiao Sanhe and the great array to fight on.
His Martial Energy and Gang Qi flowed like clockwork—steady, unshaken.
Not only did he show no panic, he even found time to reassure his teammates in the chat, while continuing to dominate the battlefield.
Boom!
With a single palm strike, the rock layers exploded like a furious dragon roaring. Huangjin Warriors were torn apart, their wreckage raining down like ash.
Yet though Ping Han remained calm, his Soul Cultivators were beginning to crack under pressure—leading to temporary chaos in the battle line.
In response, Ping Han sent a screenshot.
> Ping Han: Just joined Qiongjiang Coin.
> Ping Han: Trust me—after two years of Crypto Trading experience, this is just false alarm. Price fluctuation is normal.
> Ping Han: Hold on. Don’t panic.
The calm certainty in his words, combined with the clear order he displayed, slowly calmed the trembling spirits of his teammates.
But only Ping Han knew—his back was drenched in cold sweat.
Yet years of Crypto Trading experience taught him: the more volatile the moment, the more critical it was to stay composed.
And deep down, he believed—he knew—his judgment was right.
Qiongjiang Coin will keep rising.
All I have to do… is endure.
At that moment, the endless waves of Huangjin Warriors before him seemed to transform into the volatile waves of coin prices.
He cut through them like a blade through stormy tides—unyielding, resolute, never surrendering.
Boom!
Another palm strike sent a shockwave through the battlefield, scattering more enemies.
14.99
14.98
14.99
14.97
As Ping Han held his ground against the relentless onslaught, the Coin’s fluctuations continued, shaking the nerves of countless Soul Cultivators.
Yet Ping Han remained silent—steady, relentless, like a machine.
A rugged, unyielding rock standing at the edge of the sea, smashing wave after wave of roaring storm.
And just as the Huangjin Warriors’ assault grew fiercer, and the Soul Cultivators’ anxiety reached its peak—
the Qiongjiang God finally issued her official announcement.
In another Examination Hall, Su Yanyang’s fingers trembled as he clicked into the message.
Could it be… a denial? A cancellation of the wedding?
But no.
The announcement was clear:
Regardless of how many weddings she holds in the future, the Qiongjiang God will continue her work. She will not cease external Mutual Cultivation. She will not stop Lottery Mutual Cultivation. She will forever pursue her passion for Mutual Cultivation.
She also announced that the First Lottery Ceremony would begin next week—with 1,000 spots available.
(End of Chapter)
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