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Chapter 458: Director Zhang (Please Vote for Me)
Early January.
A certain Battlefield node at a university.
This was one of the key points of a large-scale Battlefield Array. Not long ago, it had been completely destroyed during a clash—both the Array node and the fortress above it reduced to rubble, leaving only a wasteland behind.
Now, several Lower School Students waited at the site. They’d been notified that a team from Wanfa University had taken over the repair project, and they were required to assist.
As they stood there, growing impatient and wondering if Wanfa University would be late, the ground suddenly trembled beneath their feet.
Before them, the earth split open with a thunderous roar. Massive slabs of rock shot upward into the sky, floating weightlessly as if defying gravity.
Simultaneously, mountains of construction debris—previously buried and shattered—rose into the air like being gripped by invisible hands, reassembling themselves mid-flight.
One of the Lower School Students stared in awe. "Is this what Top Ten construction crews look like? The efficiency is insane."
Another muttered, "Maybe it's a Top Ten master leading the team. That’s the only explanation for this kind of power."
Then, one by one, Spirit Artifacts shot out from Hundred Treasure Boxes, speeding toward the construction site at high velocity.
Tianqing Caiyun Dou released vast quantities of Tianqing Sand, flowing into streams of Wuxiang Force, transforming into workers bustling in and out.
Zhendi Yin expanded his aura, reinforcing temporary structures on the fly.
Di Shasha Bottle inhaled and exhaled mud and sand, instantly producing fresh concrete on-site.
Golden Thread Jade Disc emitted rays of solar fire, performing welding and smelting operations with precision.
High above, Zhang Yu stood atop the air, his palms shifting in intricate patterns. A torrent of Disha Gravity erupted from his hands, dragging countless materials through the air like pieces of a giant puzzle, reconstructing the entire site with effortless grace.
But even the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power—though immensely powerful—was not omnipotent.
Though Zhang Yu could now reshape vast landscapes, even flip entire buildings with a single palm strike, he still couldn’t conjure templates, cement, or steel from thin air. Nor could he personally handle every minute detail of the construction.
That was why Zhao Tianxing and the others were guiding Spirit Artifacts to assist him in this Battlefield fortress restoration.
To complete the project, Zhang Yu’s Soul Cultivator team had expanded once more.
The Ying family had added several more ancestral elders. Zhao Tianxing’s side had welcomed Hu Yuntao and Che Yufei.
These veteran Soul Cultivators—whether during their lives as construction experts or after death as spirit practitioners—brought decades of experience. Under their guidance, even junior students like Zhao Tianxing and Mo Tianyi, as well as newcomers Hu Yuntao and Che Yufei, advanced at an astonishing pace.
Che Yufei, in particular, stood out. As a senior student at Wanfa University, his Dao Heart had already reached Level 20. His Spiritual Realm Calculation Pool was vast, giving him potential far beyond that of typical junior students.
Unconsciously, both Zhao Tianxing and Mo Tianyi, and later Hu Yuntao, began to follow Che Yufei’s lead.
Che Yufei, as he worked, turned to Zhang Yu and said, “Senior, thank you for giving me this opportunity.”
Zhang Yu replied, “Senior? I’m just hoping to have trustworthy Soul Cultivators by my side.”
Che Yufei nodded. “Don’t worry. We signed a Contract. Whatever we see here, we won’t speak of.”
He added, “Honestly, I didn’t expect you to master the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power so quickly.”
Zhang Yu shrugged. “Just a matter of timing. My success isn’t just due to effort—it’s also because of Kunxu’s era. Wanfa University gave me countless chances.”
After a brief chat, Zhang Yu glanced at Che Yufei’s work performance. Satisfied, he turned to Hu Yuntao.
“Xiaohu,” Zhang Yu asked, “how’s construction work treating you?”
Hu Yuntao stammered, “Zhang… Zhang Zong.”
Zhang Yu waved it off. “Call me by name. No need for titles.”
Hu Yuntao hesitated. “Zhang Zong… I was in the Security Department at Tianyao University. Never worked on a construction site before. But I’ll work twice as hard—I won’t let you down.”
Zhang Yu smiled. “No need to be so tense. You’ll learn as you go.”
After a few casual words, Zhang Yu asked, “What about Xiong Wenwu? How’s he doing?”
Hu Yuntao replied, “He’s doing fine. Found a seventh-level elder to serve as a mount. He’s living comfortably now.”
With both Che Yufei and Hu Yuntao progressing well, Zhang Yu suddenly felt a strange thought cross his mind.
“I feel like I’m acting like a boss inspecting new employees.”
Fujie chuckled. “Don’t you think you are?”
“In Kunxu, the stronger you are, the higher your pay. And with a martial art like the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, you’re no longer just a common worker.”
“You’re already capable of taking on large projects alone, hiring laborers to do the grunt work—and profiting from their efforts.”
Hearing Fujie’s words, Zhang Yu felt an odd, unfamiliar sensation in his chest.
He shook his head and returned to refining the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.
According to the Seven Supreme Comprehensive Outline, the technique was distilled into Ten Aspects of Zhenxing—ten distinct ways to wield the power, each suited to different environments and tasks. They weren’t ranked in order of strength, but evolved in effectiveness as the user’s cultivation level, realm, and the power’s own rank improved.
Now, Zhang Yu extended a single finger. A shimmering distortion appeared at the tip, warping the air visibly—ripples of energy spreading outward like an invisible vortex.
Instantly, the vortex shot forward, swallowing the swirling dust across the construction site. It condensed into a solid sphere made of mud and sand.
Zhenxing Ten Aspects – Xingchen Fu:
By gathering the Disha Gravity into a compact form and launching it, one creates a customizable gravitational sphere—capable of expanding or contracting, reaching far or near.
Next, Zhang Yu shifted his palm. A single, thunderous strike into the air.
Zhenxing Ten Aspects – Luaxing Ye:
Under the chaotic, rapidly shifting Disha Gravity, the floating rock slabs trembled violently—then shattered into fragments.
Zhang Yu continued cultivating while working. Hours passed in a blur.
Eventually, the Ying family elders gathered to report progress.
Ying Xin’s Grandfather said, “The four Soul Cultivators you brought in—though the two junior ones are still developing—your Wanfa University scholar and the celestial spirit, they show real promise.”
“Soul Cultivators have limited resources, short lifespans, and finite working time. The sooner they gain exposure to high-level projects, the faster they grow. Their futures depend on it.”
“Now, they’ve just died—perfect timing. The ideal moment to train them.”
Zhang Yu nodded at Ying Xin’s Grandfather. A pillar of the Ying family—his ancestor dead, his grandson alive—this man was the most authoritative voice in the clan.
His timing was perfect: experienced in construction, up-to-date on modern techniques, and deeply versed in Soul Cultivator practices.
Zhang Yu entrusted him with overseeing the management of the Soul Cultivator team.
After discussing the project’s progress, Ying Xin’s Grandfather added, “Director Zhang, I think it’s time you started a company.”
“A company?” Zhang Yu laughed. “I’m just a college student. What kind of company?”
But Ying Xin’s Grandfather was serious. “You’re no longer just a student. You’re a university student with Military-Grade power.”
“As long as you keep taking on projects, you can sustain a team.”
“And you need a team to earn more money.”
“Besides, individual income tax is far higher than corporate tax. From what I know, every university student with Military-level strength either works at a big company—or runs their own.”
He grinned. “If you do form a company, you can assign accounting duties to Ying Xin. She studied finance intensively when she was trying to advance.”
Zhang Yu thought to himself: A company? Maybe too soon…
The next day, after wrapping up the day’s work, Zhang Yu received his paycheck—over 3 Lingbi.
Seeing that amount, his heart pounded. This is insane.
But then he remembered: I still have to split the profits.
He reviewed the work reports from Ying Xin’s Grandfather, calculating each Soul Cultivator’s contribution. Then, he transferred payments to the Ying elders, Zhao Tianxing, Che Yufei, and others.
As he counted, paid, and watched his earnings dwindle, the words of Ying Xin’s Grandfather and Fujie echoed in his mind.
Am I already distributing project profits?
Am I… a small boss now?
Fujie said, “You really should consider forming a company.”
“Only then can you hire more people, manage larger teams, and scale your profits.”
“As your cultivation grows, your projects will span wider—whether on construction sites or in alchemy. You’ll need more support staff.”
“To a true master, the most important role of subordinates isn’t fighting. It’s making money.”
“The stronger you are, the more profit you can extract from those around you.”
Fujie smirked. “In Kunxu, real strength means forming a company. It means ruthlessly exploiting your subordinates.”
“Otherwise, you earn less, pay more in taxes—and can’t compete with your peers.”
Zhang Yu nodded slowly. “Maybe… I’ll think about it when I get back.”
After disbursing around 0.3 Lingbi in wages, he paid over 1 Lingbi in taxes.
He muttered, “I’m going to form a company.”
“Once personal income goes up, Heavenly Court’s taxes are just… ridiculous.”
(End of Chapter)
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