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Chapter 465: 2nd-Level Taiqing Fulu
Within the Ling Realm.
Zhang Pianpian suddenly raised an eyebrow mid-task, her focus on cracking the Hua Shen Yin Qi puzzle momentarily disrupted. Just then, her account received a transfer of exactly 100 Lingbi—sent by her younger brother, Zhang Yu.
“This kid…” Zhang Pianpian murmured, startled. She was about to consider returning the money when Zhang Yu sent a message:
> My project funding came through. Use this money without hesitation.
Reading his words, Zhang Pianpian sighed, shaking her head with a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Do I really look that desperate?”
She recalled Zhang Yu’s freshman year—deep in debt from Network Loans, on the verge of financial collapse. Now, just a few years later, he was not only a third-year student at Wanfa University, but had enough surplus to hand her over a hundred Lingbi without a word.
Of course, many could afford 100 Lingbi. But few would send it straight into her account without a contract, without conditions, without even asking.
Only her brother would do something like this.
This is family, isn’t it?
No… most families in Kunxu couldn’t do this.
My brother… truly a man of deep emotion and sincerity.
Zhang Pianpian sighed inwardly. So kind-hearted…
If he’d been born five hundred years ago, he might’ve become a righteous hero, a pillar of the Daoist sect… and ultimately, meet a tragic end.
She shook her head. But in today’s Kunxu… perhaps such a person doesn’t belong.
Yet despite the melancholy, a soft smile remained on her face.
Still… if I ever get the chance, I hope this bond between us—this sister-brother connection—can last a little longer.
…
On the other side, Zhang Yu stared at the contract Zhang Pianpian had sent him.
> Monthly repayment: 5 Lingbi.
He wasn’t surprised. He knew how his sister saw things—she believed that true family meant mutual trust, even when money was involved. She wanted to repay him with interest, and the contract was their bond.
He understood her intention perfectly.
And he sensed that, with her cultivation level, her income must be substantial. Yet she seemed to have a bottomless hole for spending—throwing every cent she earned into projects, barely leaving time to upgrade her Taiqing Jing.
Is she gambling?
He dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. That’s ridiculous.
Instead, his mind buzzed with anticipation for the next step: upgrading the Taiqing Fulu.
That night, when he saw the Dao Zong Spectrum confirm the upgrade to 2nd-Level Taiqing Fulu, Zhang Yu immediately donned his Spiritual Interface Mask and activated the power of the Fulu.
The moment he did, his consciousness surged through the Ling Realm, streaking across a kaleidoscope of colors and forms, all flashing by in an instant.
When he regained awareness, he stood before a Taoist temple shrouded in mist, surrounded by mountain peaks that seemed to form a natural Group Chat.
But today, the temple looked larger than before—its gate, its plaque, all more vivid, more real.
Stepping inside, Zhang Yu noticed something new: a new side hall had appeared, beside the original main hall.
Zhang Pianpian stood at the entrance of the new hall, turning at the sound of footsteps.
“You felt the change in the Taiqing Jing, didn’t you?” she asked.
She didn’t know how Zhang Yu had entered, but if he could, sensing the shift wasn’t surprising.
Zhang Yu nodded. “What’s this extra hall for?”
“You’re just in time. Come in and see.”
She pushed open the door, leading him inside.
The moment he stepped in, Zhang Yu realized the hall’s interior was far larger than it appeared from outside—several times bigger, in fact.
But what stunned him even more was that the hall was completely empty.
Nothing at all.
Then, Zhang Pianpian raised her hand. A series of glowing runes formed in her palm, and with a soft pulse, an object began to manifest.
Just a single fragment of a statue—yet even that fragment caused the entire hall to tremble slightly. The formation halted, unable to proceed.
That fragment was the very corner of the Hua Shen Yin Qi projection she’d been working on—the one she’d been trying to decode for weeks.
Zhang Pianpian stared at it, murmuring, “Is this really the limit?”
Seeing Zhang Yu’s curious gaze, she explained:
“This hall is a kind of Tai Xu Illusory Realm—a space capable of simulating any object or phenomenon in the world.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up. “Like the Ling Realm’s Simulation Service outside? Could we simulate alchemy experiments here?”
Zhang Pianpian nodded. “No problem.”
“But there are limits.”
“Though the Taiqing Jing was carved by a master cultivator, and its connection to the Ling Realm’s computing pool is vast, it still imposes cultivation-level restrictions on users.”
“At our current 20th-Level Dao Heart and Foundation Establishment Realm, the ceiling won’t be very high…”
As she spoke, Zhang Yu began to grasp the hall’s mechanics.
In his own words: This place has a computational ceiling.
Suppose the entire hall had a maximum computing power of 100 units. If simulating a single apple required 10 units, then Zhang Yu could only simulate ten apples at once.
Zhang Pianpian continued: “The more complex or powerful the object, the more computing power it consumes.”
“For your current Dao Heart level, simulating Spirit Artifacts or Armor below the Jin Dan stage should be no problem.”
“Also, you can only simulate things you’ve actually seen before.”
“And the more time you’ve spent with an object, the deeper your understanding, the more accurate the simulation becomes…”
With her guidance, Zhang Yu slowly learned how to use the hall.
Yes, there were limitations. But one thing was certain—this place would be a massive advantage.
After all, the Taiqing Jing is free to use. If I can run all my alchemy experiments here, how much could I save?
He was already spending a significant amount each month on Ling Realm simulations for alchemy practice.
And the efficiency here is far better than the standard Ling Realm. Using Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen to run four layers of consciousness, plus the Taiqing Jing’s native 20x acceleration—that’s roughly 80x total speed-up.
Compared to the average Ling Realm’s 10x acceleration, this is eight times faster.
He knew the ultra-rich could pay for 10x+ acceleration in the Ling Realm. But here? No cost. No need.
Next, he tested whether he could cultivate techniques here.
Result? No.
He thought: Simulating materials, Spirit Artifacts, or crafting techniques works fine. But cultivating a technique… it involves my physical body. This place can’t fully simulate my bodily state. Is it due to insufficient computing power?
He didn’t know the exact reason, but he wasn’t discouraged. Just being able to run free, high-efficiency alchemy simulations was already a game-changer.
The 2nd-level Taiqing Fulu is incredibly powerful. I wonder when I’ll reach Level 3?
Later, Zhang Yu discovered that upgrading to Level 3 required a staggering 1,000 Lingbi—far beyond what he could afford at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Meanwhile, Zhang Pianpian stood before her workspace, spells swirling around her as she analyzed the fragment of Hua Shen Yin Qi.
Even if I can only simulate a single corner, it’s not useless. At least now, I can attempt things I never dared before—within my assigned portion of the decryption task.
…
In the classroom.
Ying Xin glanced at the empty seat beside her. Senior Brother hasn’t shown up in ages.
Her gaze drifted to Ji Yuanchi in the back row—now clad in a Ji Hu-brand Spirit Armor, attending class every day like clockwork. No longer the fiery, ambitious freshman from his first year.
She sighed inwardly. He’s become so disciplined. Meanwhile, Zhang Yu and Gong Shuijin are missing class more often than not—always off-site, training, or studying. They’ve replaced real classes with Ling Realm acceleration courses.
Especially Zhang Yu.
As the chief accountant of his company, Ying Xin knew exactly how busy he was. Not only did he travel between construction sites, overseeing every detail of the work, but he also managed the company’s finances.
He responded to her messages instantly, and always found flaws in her reports—offering sharp, insightful corrections.
Who would’ve thought Senior Brother was so skilled in finance and taxation?
He must’ve planned this all along. He never intended to be just a regular laborer on the site.
Thinking of her own path, she felt a spark of hope.
Maybe I can finally step out of the construction zone, too.
Just then, her phone buzzed.
> Zhang Yu: The report from yesterday?
> Zhang Yu: Ying Xin, your work state hasn’t been good lately.
> Ying Xin: Finals are coming up—really busy.
> Zhang Yu: Don’t make excuses.
> Zhang Yu: I want you to grow with the company.
> Zhang Yu: Take initiative. Don’t wait for me to assign tasks.
> Ying Xin: I’ll finish it right away.
…
On the construction site, Fujie glanced at Ying Xin’s reply.
Ugh. These employees are getting too spoiled with money.
Not even finishing their overtime, and they still dare to show up for class?
Sigh. Zhang Yu’s still too naive. If I were in charge, I’d cut base salaries, then reward performance. That’d fix their motivation right away.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu sat cross-legged with his Spiritual Interface Mask on, his consciousness diving into the Taiqing Jing.
During this time, he’d launched the company’s second project.
No matter if he was at the construction site or in University City, he wore the mask constantly.
Even on-site, whenever he had a spare moment, he’d don it and vanish into the Taiqing Jing, using every second to run simulations.
After all, the past few months had been consumed by the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power. His alchemy technique had stagnated.
And with the upcoming Civil Engineering Competition, his opponents were growing stronger every day. He needed to upgrade his Spirit Artifacts—fast—so they’d keep pace with his current combat intensity.
(End of Chapter)
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