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Chapter 460: The Vast Sky of the Alchemy Department, Reencounter with the King Kong
As Xuanpin Tianzhu bloomed with the radiance of its First Layer, Ciji Zhenjun’s manifestation materialized before Zhang Yu.
A slender, elegant figure clad in imperial robes sat on an office chair, gazing at Zhang Yu with a satisfied expression. “I must admit, I still underestimated you. In such a short span of time, you truly mastered the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.”
“Sure, there was a bit of luck—Xi Yun Zhenjun’s favor helped—but your martial talent was no small part of it.”
With a playful pat on her thigh, she said, “Come here.”
“I’ll give you a check-up.”
Zhang Yu, aware of his future plans to enter the Alchemy Department, clenched his teeth and climbed onto her lap.
As Ciji Zhenjun’s fingers traced over his body, threads of martial energy seeped into his meridians, probing his physical state. Zhang Yu felt like a prime alchemical raw material, being meticulously evaluated.
“Not bad, not bad,” she murmured. “Your Physical Body has already developed a faint trace of Disha Gravity—this is the body-refining effect of the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.”
“Through long-term cultivation and consistent practice of this martial art, a cultivator’s flesh and blood gradually absorb a primordial force. Even in walking, standing, or sitting, they can unleash Disha Gravity.”
“With sufficient cultivation level and deep insight into the technique, even after the flesh and blood are separated from the body, they still retain that faint Disha Gravity—and possess inherent adaptability to it. Truly, such material is ideal for crafting flying spirit artifacts and protective spirit armors.”
Zhang Yu’s heart trembled at the words. He forced a nervous smile. “Master, are you thinking of refining a spirit artifact from my flesh and blood?”
At that moment, he felt as humble as a junior college student.
Ciji Zhenjun cradled him, stroking his small hand with a chuckle. “What nonsense. I’m a full Yuan Ying Immortal—do you really think I’d bother with raw material at your Foundation Establishment Stage?”
“I was just thinking—none of the past cultivators who mastered the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power ever delved into Alchemy. Wanfa University has a massive research gap in this field.”
“If you can one day combine the secrets of this power with alchemical research—say, successfully refining your own flesh and blood into spirit armor—you’d have enough material for several groundbreaking papers.”
“And if, during that process, you make even a tiny breakthrough in Disha Gravity-related techniques, you’ll have a solid foothold in academic circles. Even after reaching Jin Dan Immortal, you could still contribute meaningfully to my research.”
Zhang Yu nodded thoughtfully.
Ciji Zhenjun continued, “Now, tell me about your transfer.”
“Since you’ve mastered the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, have you decided to switch to the Alchemy Department after your third year?”
Zhang Yu’s expression turned solemn. He nodded earnestly. “Teacher, the Civil Engineering Department is good. Director Gao has been kind to me. But… I yearn for progress.”
“I want to go further on the Xian Dao path. I dream of postgraduate entrance, PhD entrance, even joining a sect.”
“I know only the Alchemy Department can fulfill these dreams.”
“People climb higher; water flows lower. Civil Engineering may treat you well, but our Alchemy Department is truly boundless.”
Ciji Zhenjun nodded slowly. “Good. You’ve made your decision.”
“But Old Gao is the head of Civil Engineering. Though I’ll help you, it’s impossible he’d have no objections.”
“Be prepared for the pressure.”
At that moment, Ciji Zhenjun’s gaze flickered. She casually accepted Yan Qianji’s request, and his Ling realm projection descended.
Yan Qianji reported, “Master, the spirit artifact decryption has hit a snag. We need your guidance…”
Ciji Zhenjun replied coolly, “Tell me what the problem is.”
As Yan Qianji spoke, he couldn’t help but glance at Ciji Zhenjun’s lap—his mind suddenly racing.
“Wait… is she… holding someone?”
Though her lap was empty, Yan Qianji knew such illusions could be masked. Yet the way she moved—so naturally, so intimately—made it seem like she was cradling someone.
“Could it be…? No way.” he thought. “Ciji Zhenjun would never hold anyone. Not even Ye Xingli.”
Curiosity and shock swirled in his mind. After finishing his report, he severed the connection.
Zhang Yu, unaware of the private communication, only sensed that Ciji Zhenjun had just been on a remote call.
After ending the conversation, Ciji Zhenjun added, “The Seven Supreme Spirit Armors of the Civil Engineering Department aren’t military-grade, but they work in perfect harmony, greatly amplifying the power of the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power—especially in enhancing Disha Gravity.”
“Make sure to take all the relevant blueprints before transferring. They’ll be invaluable for your future spirit armor refinement.”
Fujie listened, muttering under her breath: “You two masters are going to strip the Civil Engineering Department bare. Once you take all the core insights and the Seven Supreme Armors into the Alchemy Department, what’s left for them? It’ll just be a Civil Engineering class under Wanfa University’s Alchemy Department.”
After finishing her remarks, Ciji Zhenjun patted Zhang Yu’s shoulder. “You may go back now. Focus on the upcoming competition. The transfer won’t happen overnight—I’ll handle it.”
…
Late January. Construction Site.
As Zhang Yu shifted his palm, the mountain nearby erupted with a thunderous crack. Shattered rock surged into the sky, then instantly fragmented into a swirling storm of dust, as if caught in invisible vortexes.
Then, with a single flick of his finger, a wave of Disha Gravity shot forth—swiftly condensing the chaotic dust into a tight, controlled cloud.
Thanks to prolonged cultivation at the construction site, his Kunyuan Decree had long since reached the 20th level—Foundation Establishment peak.
This meant his Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power had also achieved the 20th-level standard, now at the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment.
And with the First Layer of Chain Law Diagram’s Daofan Kunlun加持, the power he unleashed could wreak catastrophic destruction on the environment.
Zhang Yu had once tested it in a remote wilderness—without even using full power, the result had left him stunned.
Now, facing his own full potential, he had only one thought:
“Earth-shattering.”
Just then, a message popped up from Feng Tingting.
Feng Tingting: Zhang Yu! Did you hear? Ciji Zhenjun was holding someone in her office late at night!
Zhang Yu: Huh?
Feng Tingting: Must be top-tier alchemical material—only then would a master like her be so tempted to play with it at midnight.
Zhang Yu: Maybe.
Feng Tingting: I’m dying to know who it was. If you could spare even a scrap of that material, I’d be forever grateful.
Zhang Yu: Where’d you hear this?
Feng Tingting: Why ask? I’m not going to spill secrets.
Zhang Yu shook his head. Ciji Zhenjun’s cultivation level is far too high for anyone to see her holding someone. It must be an illusion.
Several hours later, another day passed. Fujie reviewed the workloads of all employees, calculated their salaries, and submitted the report to Zhang Yu.
One by one, Zhang Yu distributed the wages. Watching his account balance dwindle, he winced inwardly.
“Just hold on a little longer. This is a Wanfa University project—my project funding won’t be delayed. The next batch should arrive next month.”
The Soul Cultivators who received their pay flooded him with thanks.
Zhao Tianxing: Thanks, Zhang Boss.
Hu Yuntao: Thanks, Zhang Boss.
Ying Xin’s Grandfather: Thanks, Zhang Boss.
Seeing how smoothly Zhang Yu handled payments, Fujie couldn’t help but comment: “You’re hiring them long-term—this is a full project, not a daily-wage gig. You don’t need to pay them every single day.”
“We’re not a big corporation. And the project funding isn’t even in yet. I’d say waiting a month or two after completion is perfectly fine.”
“Keeping the money in reserve isn’t bad. You could use it for your own cultivation. When you’re not on-site, spend more time in the Ling realm—simulate alchemy techniques, practice!”
Zhang Yu shook his head. “Zhao Tianxing started late—his first year was wasted. He’s desperately short on money.”
“Mo Tianyi’s been cultivating since early days—his monthly expenses are high.”
“Hu Yuntao and Che Yufei are drowning in debt—worse off than that.”
“And the Ying family? Even worse. At their age, daily upkeep is non-negotiable. Since they’re helping me, I won’t squeeze their wages.”
Fujie stared, stunned. “What the hell, you little idiot… why are you treating your employees like this?”
She snapped, “You’re throwing money into the void! What kind of business is this?”
Zhang Yu remained calm. “There’s no shortage of funds.”
Fujie fumed. “This is unsustainable! How will you grow? How will you compete?”
“You’re the CFO. I hired you. This is your call.”
Truthfully, Zhang Yu didn’t know how to answer.
He knew, deep down, Fujie wasn’t wrong—cutting labor costs did boost competitiveness.
But right now, with the ability to pay fairly, he refused to do otherwise.
He couldn’t imagine how he’d explain that to Zhao Tianxing or Che Yufei.
After futile persuasion, Fujie suddenly froze. “Wait… you’re not going to let me be the only one exploited, are you?”
Zhang Yu smiled. “You’re a shareholder. When I succeed, you’ll profit too.”
In that instant, Fujie’s mind jolted.
“Damn it… Zhang Yu’s company… I can’t leave.”
…
A few days later.
Zhang Yu followed Shi Huaixu, Su Yanyang, and others to Jinguang University.
Today marked their confrontation with Jinguang University in the Loser Group—the deciding moment for who would truly fail this round.
Gazing at the golden, radiant campus beneath the flying barge, Zhang Yu stood calm and composed.
But Su Yanyang and the others? Their hearts were tense, their expressions anxious. None were fully confident in the upcoming competition.
(End of Chapter)
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