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Chapter 438: Military License Announcement
Hearing Director Gao’s words, Zhang Yu’s mind stirred. He realized the Departmental Competition was an internal selection event organized by Wanfa University itself. The so-called "first place" meant representing the Civil Engineering Department in the Inter-School League—a rule set by the department to help resolve factional disputes between the War Faction and Peace Faction.
Theoretically, the team members could be adjusted to some extent.
But this inevitably carried the taint of backdoor manipulation.
Still, Zhang Yu thought, back then he’d already secured his Military License. Even if they did tweak the lineup, no one would have a word to say.
“The feeling of getting ahead through sheer skill—no matter the method—is just satisfying.”
Director Gao continued: “Alright, now focus on recovering. If you don’t want to go to the hospital, head over to Xiao Qingxuan. She can treat you.”
“But be warned—ancient medicine isn’t fully aligned with Daoist principles. Its mechanisms aren’t entirely understood yet. Take it as you will.”
Zhang Yu frowned. “Take it as I will?”
“Use it if it works. Stop if it doesn’t,” Director Gao replied.
…
After finalizing the contract, Zhang Yu gained a monthly reimbursement allowance of 30 Lingbi.
On his way back to the dorm, he began mentally planning how to spend the money.
“Ling Realm services are a must.”
“Medicinal Agents and Dao Arts services, too.”
“Ah… alchemy materials can’t be reimbursed. So all other expenses must be squeezed into that 30 Lingbi.”
“Any leftover Lingbi can then be saved for Cultivation Alchemy Techniques.”
A faint sense of resignation settled over him as he returned to the dorm, then headed straight to Taiqing Jing to resume his Alchemy Course.
He thought to himself: “Once the Military Permit comes through, I’ll need to rush into the Civil Engineering Seven Supreme. After that, there won’t be much time left for online courses.”
Though he was confident he’d secure the Military License this time, Zhang Yu didn’t let it inflate his ego.
His ultimate goal was to enter the Top Ten League and join one of the Top Ten Sects.
And even now, he still felt a crushing sense of time pressure.
Especially after witnessing last year’s battle between Mo Ejin and Xuan Liangtian, he knew just how far he still lagged behind those upperclassmen who had mastered Military Grade martial arts.
And even Mo Ejin hadn’t managed to defeat Tianyao University and claim first place in the inter-school Civil Engineering League.
Beyond Mo Ejin, there were elite students from top-tier universities—those wielding Military Grade Dao Arts, Military Grade Spirit Armor, Military Grade Spirit Artifacts… even Divine Spirit Roots.
Zhang Yu sighed inwardly: “I’m still at least three or four levels below the true peak of university-level cultivation.”
“If I want to transfer into the Alchemy Department during my university years, time will be even tighter…”
The thought sent a fresh wave of tension through him. He doubled down, seizing every moment of recovery to immerse himself in online courses within Taiqing Jing.
…
Meanwhile, on a training ground far away, a senior Civil Engineering student grinned at Ping Han.
“Hàn Ge, this Military License is a sure thing, right?”
Ping Han waved a hand. “Results aren’t out yet.”
The senior said, “Everyone who participated said you dominated the competition. Who else could it be?”
Ping Han cut him off. “Don’t speculate. Wait for the official announcement.”
At that moment, another student asked, “Hàn Ge, what’s your take on Qiongjiang Coin’s future?”
Ping Han smiled confidently. “Qiongjiang God is a veteran Hua Shen with Hehuan University backing it. Mutual Cultivation is an indispensable element in Immortal Dao Technology—something every cultivator needs.”
“Especially with the Qiongjiang God lottery starting tomorrow, this is a massive bullish signal. The coin price will surge again after that.”
“The Thousand-Comrade Cultivation Assembly for redemption will even have a live stream. It’s like thunder cracking the sky—marking the dawn of a new era in dual cultivation. A massive pull effect. Right now, it’s the perfect window to grab profit.”
“If you’re asking for my advice? Buy.”
“Never too late to buy Qiongjiang Coin.”
The surrounding students nodded in agreement, their focus sharper than during class.
Then Mo Ejin arrived—and saw everyone gathered around Ping Han, listening to his talk about Qiongjiang Coin.
Mo Ejin’s brow twitched. He cleared his throat. “Time to train.”
He repeated it several times. Only then did the team members reluctantly disperse. His frown deepened.
Ping Han turned to him with a smile. “Old Mo, did you go through the materials I sent?”
Mo Ejin replied coolly: “The volatility is too high. I don’t play with that.”
Ping Han laughed. “I know you’re loyal to our university—only buy our coin.”
“But this time, you really should try. From the lottery to the Cultivation Assembly, Qiongjiang Coin will skyrocket. It’s like picking up money blindfolded.”
Mo Ejin waved him off. “Enough. No more crypto talk during training. It’ll ruin focus.”
But over the next few days, as rumors spread that Ping Han had secured the Military License—and Qiongjiang Coin kept rising—Mo Ejin noticed the team’s atmosphere shifting.
Teammates trained with half their minds elsewhere, constantly checking coin price charts. Some stood frozen in place, dazed. Others rushed to Ping Han with questions about trading.
Several even asked Mo Ejin for loans to increase their holdings.
Even Ping Han himself seemed less focused—spending more time chatting with the Guidance Group or posting hype-filled content online.
Finally, Mo Ejin couldn’t hold back.
He confronted him.
But Ping Han stood firm. “We clearly won the Departmental Competition. Why rush training?”
“Why not use that time to borrow more and buy Qiongjiang Coin?”
“Real, tangible gains from crypto trading beat your hollow training any day.”
After repeated failed attempts to reason, the argument escalated.
Then—crack!—a thunderous explosion.
Ping Han was sent flying, his body slamming through the air like a meteor, hurtling hundreds of meters before crashing hard into the ground.
Mo Ejin glared at the others. “Anyone else think like him? Leave now.”
Silence.
“No,” came the reply.
“Then focus on training.”
On the other side, Ping Han slowly rose to his feet, fury boiling in his chest.
“Mo Ejin, you’re stronger now that you’ve mastered Military Grade martial arts. You can kick me out. Fine.”
“But when the Military License comes through, I’ll master the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power… and then, you’ll be the one begging me to come back.”
…
Back in the dorm, Zhang Yu worked through his forms, testing his body’s condition.
“My injuries are nearly healed.”
“I should be able to return to the construction site tomorrow.”
Just then, Ciji Zhenjun sent a message.
Ciji Zhenjun: Starting now, you can use your monthly 30 Lingbi cultivation fund to commission Spirit Artifacts through Ye Xingli.
Ciji Zhenjun: She’ll assign you a task, and you can refine the artifact yourself.
Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up.
“So I can control both the crafting and the cost? All I pay is the material fee.”
“That means I can use the 30 Lingbi to fuel my alchemy practice.”
For the next few days, Zhang Yu resumed his usual routine—shuttling between classrooms, the construction site, the Ling Realm, and Taiqing Jing.
Classes. Work. Learning Civil Engineering. Studying Alchemy Course. Practicing Cultivation Alchemy Technique.
It filled every waking moment.
With more stable funding, his alchemy skill surged forward. A new idea took root.
Zhang Yu stared at the Chain Law Diagram Set from Jianbao Jue’s Alchemy Genius, murmuring to himself:
“Now that I have more resources… maybe it’s time to start cultivating my Alchemy Technique directly.”
The Civil Engineering Department’s competition, as Director Gao had predicted, was held earlier than expected.
Zhang Yu and Shi Huaixu formed a team again and participated in the first round of selection.
The format remained unchanged: high-speed sprinting in a chaotic force field, with the top 20 teams advancing.
The matchups for the next round were already set.
And when Zhang Yu saw his opponent’s name…
His eyes widened slightly.
“Ma Xuan again?”
He recalled last year’s grueling battle, then thought of his progress over the past year.
“This time should be easy.”
…
In Ma Xuan’s competition group chat:
Ma Xuan: Can’t believe we’re facing Zhang Yu again.
Su Yanyang: This time, I’ll carry you.
Su Yanyang: I’ve studied Zhang Yu’s style. My progress this year far exceeds his.
Ma Xuan: Haha, with both of us combining Xiao Sanhe, we’ll crush him and Shi Huaixu.
Ji Yuanchi: (Reading silently, heart pounding) With Su Yanyang joining us, we’ll definitely beat Zhang Yu’s team. My Comprehensive Score can finally catch up—maybe even surpass his.
Ma Xuan: Let’s plan the strategy.
Su Yanyang: After our last loss, I studied Zhang Yu’s tactics in depth. I’ve already found the perfect counter.
Su Yanyang: His style is annoying, but full of flaws. Once we control him, the rest are easy.
Su Yanyang: Plus, thanks to crypto trading, our strength has skyrocketed.
Ma Xuan and Ji Yuanchi listened, impressed. Su Yanyang’s analysis was sharp, his strategy flawless. Their confidence soared.
Then—silence.
After a long pause, Ma Xuan messaged: “Old Host? You there?”
No reply.
Finally, Su Yanyang responded:
[Cracked]
Bitter
Ma Xuan frowned. “Speak properly. What’s wrong?”
Su Yanyang: Military License results are out.
(End of Chapter)
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