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Chapter 449: Receiving the Five Supreme Arts
(Thanks to ‘LovedFiji’ for gifting Bai Zhenzhen 10 pairs of Stockings)
The chaos caused by the Qiongjiang Coin lingered across Wanfa City for several days.
But perhaps university life was simply too full, or perhaps people had too many pressing concerns—within a few days, the unrest gradually subsided.
The streets remained bustling with flowing crowds, construction sites still burned with activity, and the scars left by the Financial Storm had been hastily repaired.
The entire University City resumed its usual rhythm—on people’s faces, on the streets, there was not a trace left of the storm’s devastation.
It even gave Zhang Yu a strange illusion, as if the Financial Storm had never come at all.
Only when he checked the group chat for his class—seeing the departed members and the dwindling number of faces—did he truly feel the weight of reality.
The storm had indeed struck. It had taken many souls from the material realm and pulled them into the Ling Realm.
At that moment, a message arrived from the Songyang Hometown Group: Hu Yuntao’s memorial service had begun.
Zhang Yu opened it.
On his Eye Armor, Hu Yuntao’s black-and-white avatar appeared, speaking calmly:
“Everyone, sorry to disturb you all. I’m grateful you came to my farewell.”
“I was born in the First Layer, in Songyang City’s Protected Zone Breeding Base. At 18, I entered Hongta High School. At 20, I made it into Tianyao University. I worked hard my whole life… yet my end was neither peaceful, nor dignified. Full of pain, regret, and sorrow.”
“They say the first year after death is the most crucial. If you’re doing business, please consider supporting my family…”
Listening to Hu Yuntao’s words, Zhang Yu shook his head in quiet sorrow.
This wasn’t the first Ling Realm memorial he’d attended.
Most were hosted by the deceased themselves—reflecting on their past lives, subtly promoting their Soul Cultivator services to classmates and hometown friends, hoping for more work opportunities after death.
“Immortality is fleeting,” Zhang Yu muttered inwardly.
He reminded himself: tread carefully on the Dao. Never gamble in Crypto Trading without solid insider knowledge.
Back at the Construction Site, he resumed his dual grind—working while cultivating through the Dragon Vein Sensing Chapter.
After days of physical labor, Zhang Yu had pushed the Martial Art to Level 19.
Just as he settled into his rhythm, Feng Tingting sent a message:
“Zhang Yu, have you heard? Your department’s Ping Han is working at Hehuan University to pay off debts.”
Zhang Yu had already blocked Ping Han—he hadn’t known what had happened.
Now, curiosity piqued, he asked:
“What kind of job can he possibly have there?”
Feng Tingting replied with an image:
[Genitalia]
What the hell?! Zhang Yu mentally cursed.
You’re sending me this? Are you trying to harass me? Don’t you have any respect for classmate boundaries?
But then Feng Tingting added:
“This is what Ping Han posted on his Moments. Didn’t you see it? He’s even planning to join the next Cultivation Assembly.”
Zhang Yu blinked.
“What the hell happened?”
Feng Tingting:
“After the High-Intelligence Artificial Spirit incident, Hehuan University lost a whole wave of Artifact Spirits.”
“There’s now deep distrust toward High-Intelligence Artificial Spirits.”
"So when the new batch of [yin weapons] was produced, they recruited Soul Cultivators to temporarily serve as replacements."
“This is Ping Han.”
“More precisely, [vaginal instrument]—that’s him.”
Zhang Yu stared at the marked area in the photo. His mind froze.
…Wait.
Feng Tingting:
"This is a high-tier vaginal instrument. How could one person possibly control it alone?"
She added:
“By the way, Ping Han’s currently begging everyone for loans. Don’t lend him anything—he won’t be able to repay.”
“If he doesn’t redeem his Physical Body before the Senior Ten ends, he won’t graduate.”
“Then he might have to take the ‘Bachelor-to-Junior’ route.”
Zhang Yu knew “Bachelor-to-Junior” was just a joke—used for those Top Ten graduates who failed to make it and ended up with a Junior College diploma.
Still, for many Junior Colleges, even a failed Top Ten cultivator was a prized recruit.
After closing the chat, Zhang Yu exhaled deeply.
He felt a wave of relief—thankful he hadn’t fallen into the Qiongjiang Coin trap out of greed.
…
Ji Yuanchi stared at the endless repayment notifications flashing on his Eye Armor.
Slowly, he collapsed onto the floor.
“…I have to turn to the Evil God again.”
“The Evil God must have a way out.”
Just as he pondered his next move, multiple alerts appeared before him.
Before he could read them, a voice rang out from outside.
The Inspection Team officer stood at the door, asking:
“Have you been contacting this person online?”
Ji Yuanchi’s blood ran cold.
The avatar on the screen—his long-time contact in the Ling Realm—was the Evil God.
He braced himself, certain his secret faith had been exposed.
But the officer said:
“This person is suspected of running a scam under the guise of recruiting followers for the Evil God. Over a hundred victims have been reported.”
“Due to the Qiongjiang Coin collapse, his cover was finally blown.”
“When we searched his chat logs, we found you were among the deceived.”
The rest of the words faded into white noise.
Only one phrase echoed in Ji Yuanchi’s mind:
Scam? Deceived?
“No… I performed the Ritual. I received Qi Yun!”
“How could this be a fraud?”
Then the officer added:
“Do you have time? Come with us for a Statement Record.”
When Ji Yuanchi stepped out of the Inspection Department, his mind was still numb.
The officer’s words replayed in his head:
“The scammer was a Finance Department graduate—no background, no resources. He turned to fraud to make money.”
“We’ve recovered part of the stolen funds. Here’s yours—keep it safe.”
“Go back to your studies. Work overtime. Stop chasing fantasies. The Evil God is just an urban legend. Don’t believe it.”
Staring at the small amount of Lingbi returned, Ji Yuanchi felt like he was dreaming.
But at least now, he didn’t have to become a Soul Cultivator.
He could still live as a human—just a painfully poor one.
Yet something still felt deeply wrong.
He sensed he was just a pawn in a larger game.
But the First Layer fog remained thick—no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see the truth.
…
Ping Han:
“Yu Ge, I’m sorry!”
“I was wrong!”
“I’ll bow to you—bang, bang, bang!”
“Please lend me some money… please…”
Hearing the desperate voice message from another account, Zhang Yu sighed.
He quietly blocked the number.
He’d heard Ping Han was now begging everyone—even first-year cultivation freshmen.
At that moment, a chuckle came from beside him.
Zhang Yu turned to see Yu Xinghan, his face glowing with relief and lingering fear.
Before the Qiongjiang Coin crash, Yu Xinghan had made a tidy 12 Lingbi—then pulled out in time. He’d escaped unscathed.
Seeing Zhang Yu’s gaze, Yu Xinghan grinned:
“Stealing Lingbi from the Hua Shen God’s hands and running? That was wild.”
“But if it happens again… I don’t think I’d dare.”
Zhang Yu shook his head.
“Just be careful. Stay away from this stuff.”
A moment later, Zhang Yu arrived at the 669th floor’s Construction Site—where Director Gao awaited.
“Your Seven Civil Engineering Tests are simple,” Director Gao said.
“Complete this floor within one hour, and you pass.”
Zhang Yu couldn’t help but sigh.
This backdoor is ridiculous—just finish a First Layer building in an hour?
But then he remembered: I’m the one using the backdoor.
So it was fine.
With ease, he completed the test.
Then, Director Gao bestowed upon him the Fifth Supreme of Civil Engineering: Zhi Di Cheng Gang.
This was a Technique that allowed one to temporarily enhance Mud and Sand Strength using Martial Energy and Gang Qi—so much so that one could even command earth itself, shaping it into soldiers.
In addition, Zhang Yu received a purchase privilege for a Spirit Armor named Zhen Di Gangbo—a specialized piece designed to complement Zhi Di Cheng Gang.
Zhang Yu had no interest in the purchase privilege.
Instead, he asked:
“Teacher, can I buy the blueprint for this Spirit Armor?”
Director Gao replied:
“The blueprint?”
Zhang Yu:
“If I ask someone from the Alchemy Department to refine it for me… would it be cheaper?”
Director Gao nodded slightly.
“Possible. But only for small-scale private customizations. Mass production is out of the question.”
He paused, then chuckled.
Of course Zhang Yu wouldn’t attempt mass production.
Zhang Yu stared at the downloaded blueprint.
Three Alchemy Techniques I haven’t mastered yet… I can’t learn this just yet.
Though he had no intention of wearing the Spirit Armor, he was eager to possess the blueprint—and the ability to produce it.
Partly, he wanted to later transform it into a Spirit Artifact to pair with his Seven Supreme Arts of Civil Engineering.
Partly…
If I ever face a life-or-death moment…
Then wearing it just temporarily to boost my power—why not?
Afterward, I can always reattach the removed body parts.
After granting Zhang Yu the Zhi Di Cheng Gang Technique, Director Gao nodded in satisfaction.
“I’ve already arranged with another professor. Next month, you’ll face another of the Seven Civil Engineering Tests. Success means you’ll cultivate the Sixth Supreme: Nian Tu Cheng Jin.”
Zhang Yu couldn’t help but nod excitedly.
The closer he got to gathering the full Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, the more real it felt.
Director Gao added:
“Next month, you’ll join Mo Ejin’s Inter-School League team.”
“But two of his teammates were hit hard by the Qiongjiang Coin collapse. They sold off most of their Spirit Armors—now their strength is too weak to continue.”
“I’m selecting replacements. If you have any recommendations, feel free to tell me.”
(End of Chapter)
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