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Chapter 440: Awarding the Military License
Ji Yuanchi stared at Zhang Yu’s Moments with a bitter expression, muttering, “Damn it…” He could already picture himself being left behind with no chance to transfer—this year’s Comprehensive Score would be nothing, his gap from Gong Shuijin, Ying Xin, and Yu Xinghan only widening. As the fifth-ranked student in the class, he felt himself being dragged into an endless abyss by seven Credit Cards.
Just then, a message popped up on his screen.
Ping Han: Is your team still short on members?
…
Meanwhile, on the other side, Li Xiao had already ended his chat with Ji Yuanchi and arrived at the construction site on the 668th Layer.
When he found Zhang Yu’s position, he was surprised to see Ying Xin already there—swinging her Gang Qi, helping Zhang Yu with the work.
Zhang Yu said, “Xiao Ying, I can handle this alone.”
Ying Xin waved her hand. “No need, no need! I love shoveling dirt—been doing it since I was a kid. If I don’t do it every day, I feel restless.”
Watching the scene, Li Xiao couldn’t help but be startled. “Ying Xin came so early?”
A voice came from nearby.
“Early? According to the security guards here, she’s been helping Zhang Yu for days already.”
Gong Shuijin chuckled. “Having a Soul Cultivator relative in the family really does come in handy—information travels fast.”
“She’s probably one of the first in our class to know Zhang Yu could secure the Military Permit.”
Even on the very day the Military License Exam ended, Ying Xin had learned of Zhang Yu’s performance in the Examination Hall from her Great-Grandfather.
From then on, she’d been showing up around Zhang Yu at random times.
And since just now, messages had been pouring in—many offering Lingbi to buy her Substitute Position. The prices were tempting enough to make her hesitate.
Li Xiao sighed inwardly. “Ah… Without someone like Ying Xin’s background, I’d never stand a chance. No matter how hard I try to curry favor, I can’t keep up. Her Substitute Position is becoming rock-solid.”
Suddenly, the sky trembled with Divine Power. In the eyes of Li Xiao and the others, golden light coalesced into a staircase that unfolded step by step in midair.
Workers from afar were drawn by the spectacle, turning their heads with curiosity.
Deng Bingding descended slowly with several Zheng Shen, smiling warmly at Zhang Yu. “Zhang Yu, congratulations.”
“I’ve come to award you your Military Civil Engineering Certificate.”
Zhang Yu remained calm and composed, but those around him—Ying Xin, Gong Shuijin, Li Xiao—were visibly excited.
Tu Lishan had appeared beside Zhang Yu without anyone noticing.
Deng Bingding raised an eyebrow. “You are…?”
Tu Lishan smiled. “I’m Tu Lishan, Zhang Yu’s foundational course instructor in the Civil Engineering Department.”
Deng Bingding nodded. “You’ve nurtured a true pillar of Wanfa University.”
Tu Lishan chuckled. He’d come all the way today just to stand beside Zhang Yu when the license was awarded—so he could take a photo.
Deng Bingding spread his palms. A radiant golden certificate materialized before Zhang Yu in Lingjie Projection form.
“Zhang Yu, may you prosper in wealth and advance further along the Xian Dao Road. May you continue to contribute to Wanfa, and to Kunxu, in the years ahead.”
In an instant, the Military License dissolved into a beam of light, which Zhang Yu caught effortlessly with one hand.
As he did, his All-Department Ranking shot up sharply.
The Comprehensive Score boost from the Military License had lifted him from the low 60s in his department all the way to 29th place.
Gong Shuijin watched, stunned. “If Zhang Yu weren’t just a Third Year—without the credits from advanced Civil Engineering courses—he’d be far higher. My friend’s strength… can’t be measured by Comprehensive Score or rankings anymore.”
Then Ying Xin, Gong Shuijin, and Li Xiao crowded around Zhang Yu, snapping a group photo with the license. Each posted their own Moments.
Ying Xin: Senior Brother passed the Military License! Wishing you all the best!
Gong Shuijin: The best friend’s Military License—celebrating with him today!
Li Xiao: Third Year passed the Military License! Our First Layer pride!
At the same time, Tu Lishan received a message from Director Gao.
Director Gao: Was the license awarded?
Tu Lishan: Yes, Director.
Tu Lishan: [Photo of the license ceremony]
The entire moment had been captured perfectly by Tu Lishan, who had also included himself and the entire construction site—painting a vivid scene of Zheng Shen descending to present the Military License to a student laying concrete.
Director Gao: Well done. [Thumbs Up]
Director Gao: Perfect fit for our Civil Engineering Department’s spirit.
Director Gao: Send it to the Group Chat first.
Director Gao: And forward it to the school’s news network and social media…
Civil Engineering Department Teacher Group Chat
Tu Lishan: Congratulations to our Third Year student Zhang Yu for successfully earning the Military License! [Fireworks][Fireworks][Fireworks]
Tu Lishan: [Photo of the license ceremony]
Other Teachers: [Thumbs Up], [Surprised], [Fireworks]
Lang Yougong: Is this Director Gao’s disciple?
Teacher: Director Gao teaches well—both students who earned the license this year are his disciples.
Another Teacher: Director Gao, send a red packet!
Director Gao: This is thanks to all our colleagues’ hard work.
Director Gao: The future depends on us all—let’s keep striving together, building a stronger Civil Engineering Department.
Lin Director watched the group chat with icy disdain, seeing the flattery pile up. Hmph. Just one Military License… You’d think he’d become the school’s president.
He messaged Jiao Lei Immortal:
Continue digging into Zhang Yu. Tell him any terms are negotiable.
Even if we can’t get him, I’ll make things awkward. Let’s see if they start to split.
But Jiao Lei Immortal replied almost instantly:
Can’t, Director. Zhang Yu’s already signed a contract.
I checked—he’s tied to a company with Alchemy Department roots. Ciji Zhenjun is one of the shareholders.
Lin Director cursed silently. Damn you, Gao Chongguang. You preach loyalty, yet sell our talent to the Alchemy Department for profit?
Jiao Lei Immortal: Should I keep going, Director?
Lin Director: Hold off for now.
…
On the construction site, the glow of the Military License had vanished from everyone else’s sight—only visible now in Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor’s vision.
Scrolling through the detailed terms, Zhang Yu pondered silently.
Then he opened his constantly refreshing messages.
Yu Xinghan: Ceremony done?
Yu Xinghan: I’m furious—I’m stuck working overtime and couldn’t make it.
Yu Xinghan: You have to take a photo with the license tonight—just like we planned.
Che Yufei: Senior, we discussed it—Shi Yunxiang and I think we should pay you a team fee.
Zhang Yu: No need to call me senior.
Che Yufei: Your grades are way better than mine—you’re definitely my senior.
Seeing Zhang Yu’s silence, Che Yufei grew anxious. Then, remembering how many had offered to buy his competition spot, he felt torn—Should I chase the rank… or the money?
Shi Yunxiang: I’m upgrading my Heart Spirit Armor soon. Want to buy the Lion Heart?
Shi Huaixu: Brother Zhang! Your Qiongjiang Coin at 100x leverage?
Shi Huaixu: Wait—Su Yanyang said he’s gonna pay me back for my kidney!?
Zhao Tianxing: Can I post your Moments, Zhang Yu?
Feng Tingting: Junior! You’re on the news! [Congratulations to Third Year student Zhang Yu of Wanfa University Civil Engineering Department, awarded Military License]
Ye Xingli: [3 Lingbi Red Packet] Congratulations!
The Master said he remembers old ties… a red packet is still a form of remembrance, isn’t it?
Zhang Yu quietly accepted Ye Xingli’s 3 Lingbi red packet, marveling inwardly: Why is the atmosphere at Wanfa so warm? Is this even Kunxu anymore?
Then his gaze sharpened.
Ma Xuan and Su Yanyang had both added him as a friend.
Ma Xuan: Brother Zhang, is there still room on your competition team? I’ll pay—price is negotiable.
Su Yanyang: Bro, I’m sorry.
Su Yanyang: Can I buy a spot? I’ll pay 20 Lingbi.
Su Yanyang: Don’t worry—I’ve made money from Crypto Trading. I won’t default.
Seeing Su Yanyang’s offer, Zhang Yu felt a flicker of temptation. But then he thought of his teammates—how could he sell out their trust?
He shook his head, sighing.
Then he checked the Songyang hometown group chat.
At first, Lian Tianji had been promoting Qiongjiang Coin, and everyone was praising him.
But soon Zhao Tianxing joined in.
Zhao Tianxing: Recently took the Military License Exam and helped my boss secure the license.
Lan Ling: Junior College student taking the Military License Exam? [Facepalm]
Zhao Tianxing: [Public List of Military License Holders]
Zhao Tianxing: Zhang Yu got the license. I was just helping out—doing the grunt work.
Mo Tianyi: Old Zhao, your control of the 20th-Level Spirit Artifact is impressive.
Lan Ling: 20th-Level Spirit Artifact?
Mo Tianyi: Me and Old Zhao were both controlling 20th-Level Spirit Artifacts.
Mo Tianyi: Even the Soul Cultivators we worked with were Wanfa University alumni.
Qian Shen: What’s Zhang Yu’s ranking now?
Qian Shen: Wanfa’s ranking system is broken…
Zhao Tianxing read through the messages—admiration, curiosity, endless questions.
Especially from students of Group Chat 36 and 72, asking this Junior College Soul Cultivator student for advice.
A wave of triumph surged through him.
He looked up at the now-lit Lingjie Space before him, no longer dark and suffocating.
He’d grown richer these past days, now living in this bright, open realm—far from the old shadowy void.
Looking at the mosaic-patterned walls and his own fragmented, pixelated body, Zhao Tianxing smiled. Life is getting better and better.
Then a private message from his square-shaped, mosaic roommate:
Old Zhao, can you introduce me to your friend’s job? I’ll pay you a commission.
I’m about to enter Mind Melting Phase—I won’t slack off.
Another roommate messaged:
Little Zhao, you’re connected with Wanfa’s Military License students. Can you hook me up? I’m at the end of my lifespan—promise I’ll work hard.
A third:
I’ll give you half the commission—just get me into Wanfa. I just want to see what the Top Ten are like.
Reading the messages, Zhao Tianxing instinctively wanted to scratch his head—but realized, with mild frustration, that such fine movements weren’t possible here.
He hesitated, then replied to each one, carefully:
I can ask around, but I can’t guarantee anything.
(End of Chapter)
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