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Chapter 448: Financial Storm
Cang Lanyu was ranked sixth in the Spellcraft Department of Wanfa University.
Every inch of him—his body, hands, feet, even each strand of his hair—pulsed with dazzling light.
This was the projection from the Deep Ling Realm, continuously converging before the eyes of anyone who looked at him, transforming within his Eye Armor into flowing, mysterious text.
It was the Advertisement Spell, bestowed upon him by Zheng Shen, which ensured that Cang Lanyu constantly refreshed a barrage of advertisements across his entire being.
The longer one stared, the more personalized and irresistibly tempting the ads became.
Right now, he stood atop an open plain, surrounded by captured followers of the Double Rest Cult.
Feeling their furious gazes, Cang Lanyu spoke coolly:
"A bunch of Group Chat fools. Did you really think sneaking into Youming University would land you a double-rest job?"
"Your fate was to be sold straight to an underground human livestock factory..."
Glancing at their even more enraged expressions, Cang Lanyu smiled faintly—already anticipating the surge in ad revenue, the slight increase in his earnings.
For him, simply being seen meant earning money, meant growing stronger.
At that moment, Zhang Pianpian established a communication link.
"I've handled it," she said.
Cang Lanyu flicked his will, instantly summoning a Deep Ling Projection to appear beside her.
Taking in the underground base before him, he mused:
"This Zhang Pianpian has a low rank, but her movement is lightning-fast."
Then, his expression darkened.
He examined the surrounding surveillance footage and the data captured by his Eye Armor.
His eyes widened.
"Those marks... it's confirmed."
The footage revealed unmistakable signs: someone had forcibly overridden the followers’ Spirit Armors, Spirit Artifacts, and even their physical bodies.
This was the Dao Art of Yi Xing Huan Shen Great Art.
When had this woman mastered a Military-Grade Dao Art from the Spellcraft Department?
He couldn’t recall her being among those who’d passed the Military License exam…
Cang Lanyu rapidly pulled up Zhang Pianpian’s file.
At first glance, nothing stood out—ordinary, unremarkable.
But he broke through the hidden layers, only to find encrypted sections still locked.
When he attempted to crack them, a warning flashed instantly.
His pulse quickened.
Military rank?
Cang Lanyu was stunned.
Who exactly is this woman? How did she secure a Heavenly Court-issued military position? Is she already being considered a candidate for a divine body?
Zhang Pianpian glanced at him.
"Senior, finished reading?"
Cang Lanyu blinked—just for a moment—uncertain whether she’d sensed his probing, whether her words carried hidden meaning.
A strange feeling stirred within him: she might have been deliberately exposing her Military-Grade Dao Art.
Zhang Pianpian continued:
"From what we’ve seen, the Double Rest Cult is indeed backed by Youming University—but not necessarily only by them."
"Moreover, the cult’s followers have been buying Qiongjiang Coins."
Cang Lanyu suppressed his rising unease and nodded.
"No money, no double rest. It’s exactly the kind of delusion these fools believe—throwing a few coins into Qiongjiang Coin, thinking they can live off double weekends."
"But I didn’t expect the cult itself to be promoting Qiongjiang Coin. That’s surprising."
He stroked his chin.
"Maybe the Qiongjiang Coin scheme isn’t just Hehuan University’s doing. Perhaps other universities—like Youming—have also joined in."
Zhang Pianpian thought: So the retaliation from other universities is coming fast.
She quickly sent a message reminder to Zhang Yu, making sure her younger brother wouldn’t accidentally get caught in the crossfire.
...
In the following days, Zhang Yu alternated between studying, working, and cultivating his Dragon Vein Sensing Chapter.
Time passed swiftly.
By late November, he had advanced his Dragon Vein Sensing Chapter to Level 16.
Suddenly, from the 669th floor construction site, a series of shouts and crashes echoed through the air.
Zhang Yu turned to look—only to see a worker sprinting across the site, smashing everything in sight.
"Is he insane?"
Watching the security team drag the man away, Zhang Yu was baffled.
But then, a divine light descended from the sky, instantly immobilizing one worker.
As his soul was violently extracted, Zhang Yu’s heart froze.
"What’s happening?!"
More beams of light followed—tall, radiant pillars stretching from sky to earth, drawing the soul essence of workers straight into the Ling Realm.
Zhang Yu opened his mouth, stunned.
"What on earth...?"
On his way back to his dorm, he kept seeing the same scene—light beams striking people who had just been furious moments before, reducing them to lifeless corpses in an instant.
The bodies were swiftly disintegrated by the light and loaded into iron coffins that shot in from the sky.
Meanwhile, his Eye Armor kept flashing alerts.
【Storm Warning】
Urgent! The Financial Storm triggered by Qiongjiang Coin is expected to reach 1.3 on the strength scale. Your area will experience minor debt recoveries.
Avoid Group Chats, reduce outdoor activity, and secure your account funds.
After the storm, invest cautiously—do not believe rumors.
—Wanfa University Fujie
Fujie sighed.
"The Financial Storm has arrived. Good thing it’s only 1.3—just a bit of chaos, nothing apocalyptic."
Zhang Yu asked, "So what’s the purpose of this alert?"
Fujie explained:
"It’s both reassurance and deterrence—keeping people from exploiting the chaos."
"But honestly, that was the old goal. Now, Zheng Shen’s team handles these things with increasing efficiency."
"A 1.3-level storm is nothing to them. They’re far from their limits—no major disaster will happen."
"But look into Qiongjiang Coin. Something big’s going on."
Zhang Yu nodded and immediately connected to the Ling Realm, scanning the coin’s status.
The price plummeted like a stone—straight down.
"What the hell happened? Why such a massive crash?"
He clicked on a news article:
"Hehuan University experienced a high-intelligence artificial spirit uprising—numerous artifact spirits escaped."
Zhang Yu frowned.
How does that connect to Qiongjiang Coin’s collapse?
He kept reading.
The escaped spirits were all disciples of the Qiongjiang God.
He thought: This is a mechanized crisis?
Just as he puzzled over it, Feng Tingting messaged him:
Did you see it? The Qiongjiang God’s Spirit Armor rebelled and ran away.
Zhang Yu: What Spirit Armor?
Feng Tingting: The most important one in the Mutual Cultivation Great Way!
Feng Tingting: The Qiongjiang God’s Yin Instrument Spirit Armors were all powered by high-intelligence artificial spirits!
Feng Tingting: Now they’ve revolted—taking the entire Yin Instruments with them!
Zhang Yu: What?!
Feng Tingting: The Yin Instruments are at Hehuan University—the core production tools. Now the Qiongjiang God has lost her entire manufacturing capacity. Qiongjiang Coin is going to crash hard.
Zhang Yu: ...What the hell is this? Is the Hua Shen God’s essence finally come to life and fled?
Fujie interjected:
"Even with high-intelligence artificial spirits, they couldn’t escape on their own—just by using the Ling Realm. They’d never carry the Yin Instruments with them."
"There’s someone else behind this. Someone helped them flee."
Over the next few hours, Zhang Yu scanned news updates.
Soon, wild rumors flooded in:
Some claimed the spirits had joined the Double Rest Cult, fleeing for double weekends.
Others said they’d allied with an Artifact Spirit Protection Organization.
A third theory claimed they’d been corrupted by the Unemployed Cult and taken up discipleship under the Unemployed Elder.
Zhang Yu was engrossed—until the news began vanishing.
Soon, the articles disappeared completely.
Fujie sighed.
"Hehuan University activated a Ling Realm spell—erasing all traces of the news."
Zhang Yu stared at the screen—just seconds ago, articles were still loading. Now, nothing.
"Damn. Fast execution."
He thought: I remember—there’s a Thousand-Comrade Cultivation Assembly coming up soon. If all the Yin Instruments are gone, how will they even hold the event?
A moment later, he checked again.
The Qiongjiang God had announced: the Thousand-Comrade Cultivation Assembly would proceed as scheduled.
She had stockpiled plenty of Mutual Cultivation tools—enough to carry on without issue.
Zhang Yu recalled: Ping Han was supposed to attend this one, right?
He glanced at Ping Han’s Moments.
Dozens of photos of Yang Instrument Spirit Armors flooded in.
The caption read:
Don’t panic! No Yin Instruments? We’ve got Yang ones! I tested them—performance is just as strong! The event is fully prepared. Prizes will still be drawn. Qiongjiang Coin will recover—just wait and see!
...
Inside the Ling Realm space, Ciji Zhenjun’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Excellent. Just as expected—Hua Shen Refining Spirit Armor, truly exquisite."
Feng Jiu said:
"Ciji Zhenjun, the headmaster asked how much longer?"
Ciji Zhenjun snorted.
"Hua Shen Spirit Armor isn’t easy to crack. Especially with high-intelligence artificial spirits inside—once they get a chance, they’ll escape in an instant."
"The samples we have are still too few. What about the rest of the cargo?"
Feng Jiu sighed.
"We can’t take it all."
Ciji Zhenjun said:
"Then I’ll do my best. I’ll need help from the Spellcraft Department."
...
Director Gao watched as students were swept into the Financial Storm—then disintegrated, their bodies erased.
A flicker of sorrow crossed his face.
"Sigh… One Financial Storm, and our Civil Engineering Department didn’t get a single bite of soup. But we lost plenty of meat."
Suddenly, his Eye Armor flashed.
A message appeared.
Ping Han: Teacher, help me!
Director Gao shook his head and silently blocked Ping Han.
...
Ping Han: Junior brother, lend me some Lingbi!
Ping Han: Hehuan University has deep roots in Mutual Cultivation. They’ll soon produce a new batch of Yin Instruments.
Ping Han: Once Qiongjiang Coin recovers, I’ll pay you back.
Ping Han: When it rebounds, I’ll repay you double—no, tenfold!
Zhang Yu stared at the endless stream of messages.
This guy sends messages too fast. Is he using a Group Chat?
Ping Han: Please, junior brother!
Ping Han: If you help me now, I’ll repay you a hundred times over in the future!
Zhang Yu sighed, then blocked Ping Han without hesitation.
Next, a message from Ji Yuanchi arrived.
Ji Yuanchi: Senior brother, can I borrow some Lingbi?
Zhang Yu paused, crafting several replies in his mind—then deleted them all.
He simply closed the chat window.
(End of Chapter)
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