Chapter 464: Zhang Yu's Lingbi Soars
With a thunderous roar, Zhang Yu unleashed the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, driving fist after furious fist into the ground below.
Each sweep of Disha Gravity sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield, as if the earth itself were caught in an endless chain of earthquakes, threatening to tear everything—above and below—apart.
Mud and sand surged into the air, twisting into countless black dragons that lashed out at every living thing.
Web-like fields of Disha Gravity formed in rapid succession, locking onto every opponent with relentless precision.
As Zhang Yu’s relentless assault continued, the characters flashing across Chan Rong’s Eye Armor surged wildly—messages flooding in from his teammates.
“Stop him!”
“We can’t hold! If this keeps up, my Spirit Armor will shatter!”
“Chan Rong, where the hell are you?”
Chan Rong responded: Hold on! Victory is within reach!
He activated Da Ri Zhu Xiang, slamming it hard into Zhang Yu’s body, sending waves of blazing fire crashing into him.
Seeing his teammates’ desperate pleas, Chan Rong pushed himself to the limit, launching furious attacks at Zhang Yu.
But Zhang Yu paid no mind. Unfazed, he let the searing flames envelop his body, allowing Chan Rong’s assaults to rain down upon him. All he cared about was driving his palm after palm into the earth—seizing every precious moment for attack.
Under the churning force of Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, the entire landscape below churned like a boiling sea. The construction site was utterly crushed, and Chan Rong’s teammates were forced to surrender one after another.
…
On the Ling Audience Stand, Wan Gouxuan said calmly: “It’s over.”
Having driven off all of Chan Rong’s allies, Zhang Yu shifted into full defense—vanishing from sight, dodging every blow, refusing to engage. His sole goal was to pin Chan Rong in place, stalling for time.
Wan Gouxuan added: “Just a little more time, and Wanfa University’s Array will be complete.”
“If Zhang Yu retreats even slightly, he’ll gain the Array’s boost—making him nearly untouchable.”
“Chan Rong can neither defeat Zhang Yu in defense, nor take down the rest of Wanfa University.”
And so it played out—exactly as predicted. Until the final whistle, Chan Rong never managed to land a decisive blow.
Wan Gouxuan assessed: “At the end of the day, Jinguang University’s Da Ri Zhu Xiang is simply no match for Wanfa University’s Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.”
“The versatility and power of these two military-grade techniques are worlds apart.”
“Even if Chan Rong has deeper mastery, it doesn’t matter.”
Beside him, Yue Guanqiong coldly remarked: “So this year’s Inter-School League still has a chance to face Wanfa University.”
Wan Gouxuan frowned. “If it were just Zhang Yu, it wouldn’t matter.”
“He’s talented, his martial arts progress is lightning-fast, his tactical awareness is extraordinary, and his body-protection technique is formidable. But… he’s simply not rich enough.”
Yue Guanqiong nodded slightly. Not rich enough—a flaw far worse than average talent.
Because with money, even the most talentless could quickly “pay” their way through hardship.
But no amount of talent could make someone rich overnight.
Yue Guanqiong analyzed: “No matter how fast his cultivation advances, if he can’t afford the Seven Supreme Spirit Armors this year, or the top-tier Spirit Artifacts, his Construction Limit and Destruction Limit will always lag behind us.”
“At best, he can only exploit his technique advantage to outmaneuver someone like Chan Rong, who relies on Da Ri Zhu Xiang.”
Wan Gouxuan and Yue Guanqiong, however, were truly worried about something else.
One Zhang Yu was powerful—but they had confidence they could contain him and eventually defeat him.
But what if Mo Ejin joined the fray?
That lingering specter—the injured Mo Ejin, still recovering, unknown when he’d return—was now the darkest cloud hanging over both their minds.
…
Outside the arena, Chan Rong intercepted the Wanfa University team.
Zhang Yu tilted his head. “Something up?”
Chan Rong said: “How much for your friend slot?”
Zhang Yu blinked. “Huh?”
Chan Rong: “I’ll pay up to 12 Lingbi.”
After the battle, Chan Rong had made his judgment: Zhang Yu’s friend slot was worth buying—this was a solid investment opportunity.
Especially since Zhang Yu wore nothing but one Eye Armor, yet his martial arts prowess was astonishing. To Chan Rong, this was a clear sign of massive potential.
His extraordinary cultivation meant future wealth was inevitable—even if he couldn’t afford it now, he’d have it in a year, two.
And with only one Eye Armor, his purchasing potential was enormous. Once he could afford it, he’d definitely spend heavily.
After all, Zhang Yu was from the Civil Engineering Department—not the Alchemy Department, which could refine its own Spirit Armors and Artifacts. He’d have to buy everything.
“Zhang Yu might not have Spirit Armors or Artifacts now, but he’ll need them eventually,” Chan Rong reasoned.
“And he won’t stick with just one set of Wanfa University’s Seven Supreme Spirit Armors—he’ll need backups for different situations, and to reduce wear and tear.”
Losses in competition were one thing. But Chan Rong wasn’t about to miss a chance to profit.
And this time, though they’d lost, Chan Rong and his teammates had surrendered in time—no major losses.
Unlike last year, when Mo Ejin had shattered their entire Spirit Armor and Artifacts in a single blow.
Zhang Yu had no idea of Chan Rong’s thoughts. After some back-and-forth, he sold his friend slot for 13 Lingbi—his bank balance now happily inflated.
On the departing Flying Barge of Jinguang University, Mo Ejin’s projection spoke: “You performed well today.”
“Especially Zhang Yu—using his technique advantage to bridge the gap in cultivation level.”
Su Yanyang, recalling the fight, silently exhaled in relief. Thank goodness Zhang Yu mastered the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power. Now I can just coast through the next matches, conserve my Xian Dao Potential, and let him carry the load.
Though he’d just won a competition, Mo Ejin soon brought fresh pressure.
“From the schedule and strength, Tianjian University and Xianbing University could be our biggest rivals.”
“I’ve watched their matches—both teams are seriously strong this year.”
He added: “Here’s their match footage. Review it when you get back.”
Zhang Yu casually opened the video. He watched as Tianjian University’s team sliced through the battlefield with a single sword stroke, and Xianbing University’s giant puppet tore up the arena with brute force.
He felt the sheer power of these teams.
Mo Ejin continued: “From raw strength, both teams are stronger than ours.”
“And worse, they have a particular grudge against Wanfa University.”
Zhang Yu asked: “Grudge? Why?”
Mo Ejin sighed. “Old rivalries from our seniors.”
“I’ve tried to mend things, but it’s never worked.”
“Just be careful when you face them.”
As Zhang Yu studied the footage, he thought to himself: As time passes, I’ll gradually reveal more of my strength—growing stronger every day.
But beyond that… the best way to improve? Spirit Artifacts.
With his ongoing cultivation and use of Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, Zhang Yu realized the Spirit Artifacts he’d refined last year were already falling behind.
“They can still handle light-duty tasks.”
“But when I unleash the full power of the Divine Power, they’re barely a match.”
Zhang Yu mused: If I get the chance, upgrading my Spirit Artifacts would significantly boost my strength.
But that’ll take money… and skill.
Money-wise, he thought of the upcoming construction site wage payments.
Skill-wise, he’d need more training—visiting the Laboratory Alchemy labs, running simulations in the Ling Realm. All of it required funds.
“Ah… just wait for the Project Funding to come through.”
…
Inside the Civil Engineering Department’s teacher group chat:
Wei Huai (Geology Professor): They’re investigating Zhang Yu’s sudden four-technique mastery in such a short time.
Wei Huai: This might be against regulations.
Tu Lishan: It’s all for the department’s results this year—higher-ups will understand.
Wei Huai: But if it’s not compliant, even the results might not count.
Wei Huai: Other top-tier students are steadily building their cultivation and techniques—deep foundations.
Wei Huai: Zhang Yu’s rushed path lacks depth. Even with the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, he might still lose.
Tu Lishan: Congrats on defeating Jinguang University! [Confetti][Confetti][Confetti]
Tu Lishan: Director Gao, [competition video] I’ve asked Mo Ejin to upload it.
Director Gao read the chat, a cold smirk forming.
He knew Wei Huai had been prompted by Lin Director.
Yes, they’d pressured Zhang Yu into mastering the Civil Engineering Seven Supreme in record time. But Director Gao knew the Peace Faction was waiting—eager to see Zhang Yu fail, so they could seize the chance to attack.
He thought: Good thing this kid delivered.
As he glanced at the schedule, he sighed: Next month could be Tianjian or Xianbing University—both Civil Engineering departments are tough nuts to crack.
Then he recalled Xi Yun Zhenjun’s recent interest.
He knew the headmaster had been keeping an eye on the department’s progress—after all, Zhang Yu was her chosen candidate. If the results were poor, and Lin Director joined forces with Finance to attack, Xi Yun Zhenjun would lose face.
So today’s victory, Director Gao reported it to her.
Xi Yun Zhenjun replied: Good.
Director Gao: Zhang Yu started a company recently—taking on school projects.
Director Gao: It’s small, cash flow’s tight. I was wondering if the school could help.
Xi Yun Zhenjun: We always support student entrepreneurship.
Xi Yun Zhenjun: I’ll speak to them—speed up the procedure.
Xi Yun Zhenjun: Tell Zhang Yu and team to keep pushing.
Xi Yun Zhenjun: Aiming for top three—this year’s cross-school competition prizes are excellent.
Seeing her reply, Director Gao exhaled.
Now Zhang Yu’s project funding won’t be delayed long.
That would be a massive boost to Zhang Yu’s strength—and a critical advantage for the competition team’s success.
…
Time flew by. Soon it was early February.
That day, Zhang Yu finished all his project work. He activated the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, blasting upward into the sky, streaking toward University City.
Along the way, messages flashed across his screen.
Feng Tingting: Ugh! My thesis got rejected this semester!
Zhang Yu recognized the frustration. From now on, the Alchemy Department’s theses would only grow more critical—especially at the Jin Dan and Yuan Ying stages, where the thesis wasn’t just important, it was essential.
Jin Dan Certification still required exams.
But Yuan Ying Certification didn’t—only a thesis, research, and peer review.
Then—his eyes flickered.
Project Funding had just arrived.
His Lingbi balance surged—over 140 Lingbi.
(End of Chapter)
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