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Chapter 434: Reporting to the Heavenly Court
Looking at Ping Han, who ranked first in construction output, Tian Xiang Zhenjun smiled faintly. He pointed at the Light Screen and said, “Rankings depend on how you define them.”
“If we’re judging by kill count instead, the picture changes entirely.”
Instantly, the data on the Light Screen shifted—switching from construction output rankings to a tally of Huangjin Warrior kills.
In moments, Zhang Yu shot to the top, while Ping Han dropped to second.
The scene left many guests surprised. After all, Ping Han’s final “Pulling Up Mountains” strike had been thunderous in both sound and spectacle—far surpassing Zhang Yu’s in sheer impact. Yet here he was, outmatched in kill count.
Tian Xiang Zhenjun explained, “Ping Han’s final blow was indeed massive in scale, but lacked the precision control that Zhang Yu demonstrated. As a result, its actual killing power was significantly lower.”
With a thought, Tian Xiang Zhenjun summoned a projection onto the Light Screen—showing Zheng Shen cleaning up the battlefield in real time.
In Ping Han’s Examination Hall, Zheng Shen were already slicing and moving the “Small Mountain” he had hurled, returning it to its original position far away.
Beneath the displaced mountain, however, countless smaller Huangjin Warriors remained buried in craters—still fully combat-ready.
Director Gao thought to himself: Ping Han’s “Pulling Up Mountains” strike crushed the large Huangjin monsters instantly, their bodies shattered by the impact. But the smaller ones had time to dig pits and hide. Worse still, the “Small Mountain” now rested atop the wreckage of the larger enemies, creating gaps between the mountain and the ground—perfect hiding spots.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu’s Examination Hall appeared on the screen.
One by one, the bodies of Huangjin Warriors were removed—each showing minimal visible damage, yet all precisely destroyed. Not a single survivor remained across the entire battlefield.
Watching this, Deng Bingding felt his admiration deepen. Zhang Yu is only a Third-Year. Less than two and a half years since he first entered university—how has he advanced so rapidly?
As the battlefield remnants of both combatants were displayed, Tian Xiang Zhenjun continued: “Zhang Yu achieved greater damage with lower construction scale and significantly lower cost. Doesn’t that prove his mastery surpasses Ping Han’s?”
Hearing this, many Civil Engineering experts nodded in agreement. After all, minimizing cost was just as vital as maximizing output—both were fundamental skills every Civil Engineer must master.
Geng Chen Yi scoffed. “This is a Civil Engineering exam. How can we judge by kill count? Of course, we should focus on construction scale and efficiency…”
Tian Xiang Zhenjun stood firm. “This is a Military Civil Engineering Certificate exam—determining who earns the right to wield Military Grade martial arts. Of course, kill count matters!”
As the debate heated up, the usually silent Xi Yun Zhenjun turned to Lin Director. “Old Lin, what’s your take?”
Lin Director replied, “Ping Han has his strengths, Zhang Yu has his brilliance. But Ping Han is the last of his generation…”
Tian Xiang Zhenjun shook his head. “So what if he’s the last? Military licenses are awarded based on merit—not age.”
One guest suggested, “Why not give both of them the Military License?”
Xi Yun Zhenjun shook his head. “The Heavenly Court only grants one slot. Two cannot be accepted.”
Director Gao sighed inwardly. He knew—no matter how outstanding a student was, the Heavenly Court would never reverse its own decision.
As judges and guests shared their views, Xi Yun Zhenjun summarized: “Both Ping Han and Zhang Yu have remarkable qualities.”
“Ping Han wields immense Martial Energy, harnessing the momentum of Hua Shen, commanding the very forces of heaven and earth—his attack was nothing short of earth-shattering.”
“Zhang Yu, on the other hand, has forged his strength through relentless cultivation. His final, desperate strike swept across the battlefield—truly a fight against the heavens and the earth…”
As he spoke, Xi Yun Zhenjun recalled his recent conversation with Ciji Zhenjun.
In truth, even as others voiced their opinions, he had been meticulously analyzing both students’ performances—especially Zhang Yu.
Perhaps due to his connection with Ciji Zhenjun, Xi Yun Zhenjun had paid special attention not just to Zhang Yu’s martial prowess, but to other aspects of his cultivation.
“That set of Spirit Artifacts Zhang Yu wears—seemingly unimpressive—actually played a crucial role,” he mused. “Without them, his speed in processing Building Materials would have been far slower. And his remaining energy might not have been enough to fully eliminate the enemy.”
Thinking this, Xi Yun Zhenjun sent a message to Ciji Zhenjun.
Xi Yun Zhenjun: Ciji, how skilled is Zhang Yu in Alchemy?
Ciji Zhenjun: ??
Xi Yun Zhenjun: Zhang Yu’s mentor’s screenshot. Image file.
Ciji Zhenjun: Oh… you know, I almost forgot. I did take on such a disciple.
Xi Yun Zhenjun: I’m overseeing the Military License Exam. I need to know Zhang Yu’s Alchemy level.
Ciji Zhenjun: If he were in the Alchemy Department, he’d be in the top five of his class.
Xi Yun Zhenjun was startled. He pressed on: Which of the Spirit Artifacts on him did he refine himself?
The memory of his exchange with Ciji Zhenjun faded—leaving only a single thought in Xi Yun Zhenjun’s mind: This Zhang Yu is extraordinary.
The entire school is one team. While the inter-departmental Civil Engineering competition is important, the Alchemy Department is far more critical.
By supporting Ciji and Zhang Yu, we can ensure Zhang Yu masters the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power before transferring—turning him into a cross-disciplinary Alchemy prodigy.
And if he can then return to benefit the Civil Engineering Department, we’ll strengthen the alliance between the two—adding leverage in countering the Finance Department, while also cracking down on the rampant Crypto Trading culture across campus.
Old Gao would definitely approve.
Though Xi Yun Zhenjun never openly opposed students trading Qiongjiang Coins, he wasn’t blind to the fact that his own students were being used as fodder—fed like sheep to the scythes of Hehuan University.
Now, Xi Yun Zhenjun could already envision what would happen if Ping Han won the Military License: the entire Civil Engineering Department would be swept up in a wave of speculative frenzy.
But all these calculations rested on one foundation: Zhang Yu’s actual strength.
If Zhang Yu weren’t genuinely superior to Ping Han—by even a hair’s breadth—Xi Yun Zhenjun would never have considered such a complex strategy.
His mind raced in an instant.
Yet his voice remained steady as he continued: “...Ping Han’s attack, though colossal, lacked perfect control. It left openings, vulnerabilities—flaws in execution.”
“Zhang Yu, by contrast, earned every ounce of his strength through sheer will. Using bone ash, blood flesh, and digested remnants, he achieved maximum destruction at the lowest cost—building the most effective killing wall. This, to me, is the true spirit of Civil Engineering.”
“Still, this is only my personal opinion.”
“Today’s exam results, and all your insights, will be reported truthfully to the Heavenly Court. The final decision will be made by the great deities and immortal beings themselves.”
Geng Chen Yi silently scoffed. The lofty sect immortals wouldn’t waste time on such trivial matters. They’d just delegate it to their subordinates.
And the subordinates? They’d likely just compile everyone’s opinions and deliver a verdict.
“Typically, the Heavenly Court doesn’t override the exam’s recommendations. Given that both Xi Yun Zhenjun and Tian Xiang Zhenjun support Zhang Yu, it’s almost certain this year’s Military License will go to him.”
Geng Chen Yi thought bitterly: This Ping Han… such a waste. If he’d won, he’d have sparked a massive surge in Qiongjiang Coin trading.
The audience, too, shared Geng Chen Yi’s thoughts. Everyone now understood—the Military License was almost certainly Zhang Yu’s.
Of course, formally, everything still needed approval from the Heavenly Court. Until the official announcement, no one here dared to reveal their expectations.
Director Gao, who had listened silently throughout the debate, now wore a complex expression.
He felt deep regret—regret that either Ping Han or Zhang Yu might miss the Military License.
And now, hearing Ping Han’s loss, that regret grew heavier—so much so that even the joy of Zhang Yu’s victory felt dulled.
Because he knew—this was Ping Han’s final chance.
…
Outside the Examination Hall, Su Yanyang staggered out, pale and weak, eyes still filled with regret.
Especially recalling his early sell-off of Qiongjiang Coins—he couldn’t help but feel increasingly agitated.
Just then, he saw Zhang Yu being brought out and treated by Zheng Shen.
Zhang Yu’s body was torn and bleeding—nearly unrecognizable.
Seeing this, Su Yanyang suddenly felt a strange sense of relief.
“A few Huangjin Warriors’ attacks—how could he be this badly hurt?”
“Arrogant fool. Just a Third-Year, yet he dares enter the Military License Exam?”
Su Yanyang muttered inwardly: May you suffer.
Suddenly, a wave of overwhelming killing intent surged forward—enough to make Su Yanyang flinch.
He turned, and saw Xiao Yunji returning to human form, approaching.
Her face was twisted, teeth clenched. Her Spirit Armor writhed occasionally—as if it had developed its own will.
Su Yanyang stepped back cautiously, keeping distance.
That woman… did she sell Qiongjiang Coins too?
At that moment, Ping Han walked forward, calm and unscathed.
Seeing Ping Han’s flawless condition, Su Yanyang couldn’t help but ask: “Did you sell Qiongjiang Coins?”
Ping Han smiled faintly. “Join the mentor group chat. You can see my position configuration.”
“Today, I’m in a good mood—free to show you.”
As he spoke, Ping Han’s Eye Armor displayed a series of screenshots.
Su Yanyang sighed inwardly. This guy… not a single doubt in him?
Ping Han said, “Senior Xue, Crypto Trading isn’t about success. You must endure loss, go through Dao Heart trials, again and again, before true mastery comes.”
“If you’re interested, join the group chat. I share my daily strategies and trades there.”
Su Yanyang stared at the profit screenshots Ping Han shared—his resolve wavering.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yunji wasn’t interested in Crypto Trading at all. She stared straight at Ping Han, coldly asking: “At the end, what was your Array Eye Integrity?”
Ping Han shrugged. “100%.”
Hearing that, Xiao Yunji’s eyes dimmed. She knew her chance was gone.
The other examinees, hearing this, looked at Ping Han with envy.
The genius who made a fortune in Crypto Trading—no doubt he’ll win this Military License too.
(End of Chapter)
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