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Chapter 442: Reunited with Wang Zong, Battle Against Ping Han
Kunxu First Layer.
Songyang City.
Songyang High School.
Over these past few days, a lecture had been held within Songyang High School, sponsored by Ziyun Corporation and Ziyun High School. At the school’s entrance, a statue of Zhang Yu had been erected—an anonymous gift from Le Jingchen, a Ziyun High School alumnus, delivered via Company Dedicated Line.
On the Training Ground, first-year freshmen sat quietly beneath the stage, joined by numerous school administrators, physical education teachers, and staff—all listening intently as the legendary gold-medal PE instructor Wang Hai shared advanced insights on Body Refinement.
"Top Ten—that’s the pinnacle of every university," Wang Hai declared.
"Wanfa University? That’s the apex of the Top Ten.
They say, in Wanfa University, a low-ranking student walking down the street has a real chance of being beaten to death by patrol.
"Academically weak students simply can’t survive there."
"And my student—your senior, Zhang Yu—got into Wanfa University."
"Even after admission, he didn’t stop. He became Class Rank One, entered the top hundred of his department, and recently earned his Military License."
"Rumor has it he now earns millions every day."
As Wang Hai spoke, the students below gasped in unison.
The school officials, though already briefed by Le Jingchen through Ziyun channels, still felt deep awe upon hearing it again.
Meanwhile, the other PE teachers looked on with envy—Wang Hai had become the highest-paid physical education teacher in Songyang City.
Wang Hai continued, "When Zhang Yu was in his first year, I already saw he was extraordinary."
"He didn’t just come to me daily to ask about Body-Refining Techniques—he also refused Drug Injections, choosing to strengthen his willpower the hard way."
"Of course, don’t copy that. You won’t keep up if you skip the injections."
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Kunxu Second Layer.
Wanfa University.
Le Jingchen watched the message from the First Layer, relayed through the Company Dedicated Line, and silently thought:
For now, let it be.
No need to actively spread these details. When next year’s freshmen join the hometown group chat, they’ll naturally bring this up on their own. Let it unfold organically.
He wasn’t sure if this approach would work—but based on what he’d heard from Le Mulan about Zhang Yu’s character, he believed it might just stick.
Besides, it cost him nothing. A small gesture, done in passing.
Maybe one day… I could get Ziyun High School to merge with Songyang High School.
Then I’d be a fellow alumnus of Zhang Yu’s. That would be nice.
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Ling Realm.
Li Xuelian flicked her finger. The chat history from the Songyang Hometown Group flooded into view, along with Zhang Yu’s Moments posts, rumors spreading across regions, and countless other fragments of information.
After a moment, she turned to the Xinghuo Immortal’s projection and said, "Father, that’s the situation…"
"I told you back then—had we signed Zhang Yu, things would’ve been different…"
Xinghuo Immortal waved a hand dismissively. "Enough, enough. I’ve heard that speech so many times, my ears are numb."
"I’m just here for a brief visit to the upper realms, not to listen to you repeat yourself."
Seeing Li Xuelian about to speak again, Xinghuo Immortal pointed at the chat logs. "Wait—this message is from Yu Xinghan? Why is he always discussing Mutual Cultivation with that Lian Tianji woman? Is he seriously considering Mutual Cultivation with her?"
Li Xuelian’s eyes flickered with a strange glint. "Maybe."
"Ugh, that boy really…" Xinghuo Immortal sighed, then resumed scanning through the intelligence on Zhang Yu, a faint smile creeping across his face.
Watching him smile—again and again—Li Xuelian finally asked, "Father… if Zhang Yu ascends to Jin Dan, could he help you return?"
When Xinghuo Immortal didn’t respond, she narrowed her eyes, studying him closely. A shadow of disappointment crossed her face.
"Ah… I see. You’re stuck."
"Did you run out of spirit energy for your spiritual wanderings?"
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Youming University.
Now a graduate student, Wang Yin casually opened the video feed in his Eye Armor—just as he did every day.
It was Zhang Yu’s competition footage from the previous year.
Over the past year, Wang Yin had watched it countless times—day and night, during breathing exercises, while taking pills, even in his dreams. He knew every frame by heart.
Once, the sight had made his blood boil, his body tense with envy. Now, he remained utterly calm—his expression unreadable, his heart untouched.
He spoke softly:
"Mom, today I’ve not only reclaimed my Foundation Establishment peak, but my Dao Heart is now as vast and solid as the endless earth. No failure, no humiliation, no disgrace can shake it anymore."
"In fact, every setback, every insult—these become nourishment for my Dao path, fueling my progress toward Xian Dao."
His mother replied flatly: "You said the same thing last time."
"A Dao Heart isn’t forged by words. It’s forged through trials."
"Do you know what people are saying about you out there?"
Wang Yin remained serene. "Go ahead. The more they insult me, the stronger my Dao Heart becomes."
His mother said, "They say Wang Yin can’t even master the art of ‘living off one’s parents.’ You’ll never amount to much. You might not even reach Jin Dan."
Wang Yin’s brow twitched. He knew the depth of that insult.
Every wealthy family’s heir had access to generations of legacy—long-lived elders who could pass down resources, connections, and support.
For the descendants of the rich, mastering the art of leveraging family wealth was a vital skill, a tradition, a benchmark of strength.
To say I can’t ‘live off my parents’? That’s no different than calling me unfilial.
A cold smirk crossed his face. His Dao Heart surged with determination.
"I’ll show them just how well I can ‘live off my parents.’"
His mother nodded slightly. "Looks like you’ve improved."
"Then let me give you a few questions—about Zhang Yu. You want to hear them?"
Wang Yin’s eyes flashed with sudden brilliance. His resolve flared.
"Bring it on, Mom. My Dizhe Huangxin has been craving this moment for a whole year."
"For a year, I’ve waited for this. I’ll turn Zhang Yu’s victories into fuel for my own ascent. This is my Wang Yin’s Yinxue!"
He added with a confident smile:
"Truth be told… if someone beats me, I’ll even pay them. I’ll give them 10 Lingbi outright."
His mother replied: "Zhang Yu is now in the top 30 of the Civil Engineering Department at Wanfa University."
Wang Yin smiled. "Not bad. My rival has truly grown."
"Top 30 in Civil Engineering? He’ll have a shot at Youming University. That gives me the chance to defeat him myself."
"Perfect."
"Also," she continued, "Zhang Yu has become the Mutual Cultivation partner of a Hua Shen Disciple."
Wang Yin paused, then burst into laughter. "Mutual Cultivation with a Hua Shen Disciple? That means he has the talent. Even better—defeating him will be worth even more."
"Furthermore," she added, "he passed the Military License exam in Technique Direction."
"Pfft!" Wang Yin laughed. "Mom, I know you’re trying to test me. But saying Zhang Yu got his Military License in his third year? That’s too absurd. It ruins the test."
But as he looked at her calm expression, the laughter slowly faded.
"...Is it true?"
She tapped her finger. The official news feed from Wanfa University appeared—showing a photo of Zhang Yu receiving his Military License.
Silence fell.
Wang Yin stared at the screen, then muttered, "I… can’t solve this problem. I just can’t. It’s too hard."
His mother shook her head. "Wang Yin… you’ve forgotten how to live off your parents."
Just as she turned to leave, a sudden surge of fierce determination erupted from within Wang Yin.
"Mom," he said, voice steady, "I told you—every failure, every humiliation, every setback, only fuels my resolve."
"I’m not the same man I was."
His mother smiled. "Good."
"Then do you still need Biren Fu to block all news about Zhang Yu?"
Wang Yin’s spirit energy surged, spiraling around him like loyal subjects bowing to their sovereign, glowing faintly with power.
"I don’t need it anymore," he said. "Even if I witness Zhang Yu’s victories every single day, I’ll only grow stronger."
"I’ll even… add him as a friend myself."
His mother’s eyes lit up. "Excellent. A year’s worth of growth. You’ve truly mastered the heart of Dizhe Huangxin."
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"Huh?" Zhang Yu’s gaze flickered.
"Wang Zong? He’s added me as a friend? He blocked me ages ago—could this be a scam?"
After confirming with Tian Yang, Zhang Yu found the account was indeed Wang Yin.
But before he could even begin a conversation, he closed the chat window.
He had more urgent matters at hand.
Today was the departmental Civil Engineering Competition—the showdown between his team and Ping Han’s.
Outside the massive Simulation Battlefield, no one stood. Yet countless students from the Civil Engineering Department watched via livestream.
"Here it comes! It’s starting!"
"Zhang Yu or Ping Han—who’s truly worthy of the Military License?"
"Who cares about the License? I’m here to see who can trade Qiongjiang Coins better!"
"Zhang Yu, of course. He’s mastered Mutual Cultivation, partnered with a Hua Shen Disciple. His understanding of Qiongjiang Coin far surpasses Ping Han’s."
On the battlefield’s front lines, both competition teams stood facing each other.
Ping Han stared coldly at Zhang Yu, his eyes blazing with battle lust.
"Did you buy Qiongjiang Coins too?" he asked.
Zhang Yu shook his head. "I don’t do crypto trading."
Ping Han sneered. "People who don’t trade crypto will be left behind. How can you even claim the Military License?"
(End of Chapter)
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