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Chapter 478: Exchange and Competition
"Just holding me like that?"
Hearing Bai Zhenzhen’s words, Zhang Yu felt a flicker of surprise in his heart. "A Zhen, what does this mean?"
He still remembered last year at Wanfa University—she had thrown herself at him the moment they met, eager to transfer the Divine Spirit Root without delay.
Now…?
Zhang Yu thought to himself: Is someone watching us?
At that moment, Fujie spoke:
"A Zhen asked me to tell you—Tianjian University’s Ling Realm surveillance is extremely advanced. Moving the Divine Spirit Root can’t be done recklessly. Right now, Qingqing God might be watching you. And the one who just left—Wen Wuya—might still be tracking us."
Zhang Yu understood. Since both he and Bai Zhenzhen were disciples of Fujie, they could communicate directly through heart-speech at a certain range.
Bai Zhenzhen was clearly using that method to relay this message.
Hearing Fujie’s words, and the chilling possibility that Qingqing God might be watching, Zhang Yu instantly flinched. Even the once-restless Divine Spirit Root, which had been stirring in his dantian, immediately recoiled back into place.
He knew deep down: neither transferring the Divine Spirit Root nor the fact that he possessed it could ever be exposed to outsiders.
Bai Zhenzhen nodded at him. "You don’t come to Tianjian University often. Let me show you around."
So Zhang Yu let her take his hand and lead him out.
They walked through the tunnel, emerging from the mountain’s core into the open air atop the peak—arriving at the Flying Sword docking point. Back to back, they gazed down upon the sprawling expanse of Tianjian University.
Outside the underground Factory warehouse, Zhang Yu lifted Bai Zhenzhen into a tight embrace.
In a dim alley beside the secondhand Flying Sword market, they pressed close against one another.
After shifting locations repeatedly, and adopting a series of intimate postures, Bai Zhenzhen kept halting Zhang Yu’s next move each time.
She frowned, her eyes flickering with quiet resignation.
Fujie relayed:
"She says it’s still not possible. Qingqing God might be watching. Wen Wuya might still be tracking us. The surveillance here is too tight—there’s no way to hide."
"She even suspects that besides Qingqing God and Wen Wuya, quite a few people at Tianjian University are keeping an eye on you and her."
Zhang Yu sighed inwardly. He touched his dantian, murmuring:
"Not possible?"
"Tianjian University… it looks more ethereal than Wanfa University, but the surveillance is even tighter. And the attention focused on me and Bai Zhenzhen—it’s unusually intense."
At that moment, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen felt like tiny insects on a chessboard, trapped under a spotlight. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t stir up the slightest ripple.
The Divine Spirit Root, which had once flowed freely between them, now seemed shackled by countless invisible chains—completely unable to move.
Bai Zhenzhen smiled faintly and looked at Zhang Yu.
"Yu-zi, you’re about to compete, aren’t you?"
"The time’s too short this time. Next time I visit Wanfa, we’ll take a proper tour—really relax and have fun."
Zhang Yu met her gaze, feeling the quiet resolve in her mind. He nodded firmly.
"Yeah."
At that moment, he felt a faint tremor deep within his dantian—the Divine Spirit Root stirring again.
In truth, during their entire journey together, Zhang Yu had sensed the root within his Qinglian Jiantai growing increasingly restless, as if it yearned to surge into Bai Zhenzhen’s body.
And at the same moment, Bai Zhenzhen felt the same stirring within her own dantian.
The root pulsed softly, trembling—so close to breaking free, ready to leap toward Zhang Yu at the slightest thought.
She thought to herself: You idiot… why are you so eager to rush into Zhang Yu’s body?
Both of them forced themselves to suppress the root’s agitation.
Then Zhang Yu’s eyes flickered.
"A Zhen, come watch my match afterward, okay?"
Bai Zhenzhen nodded.
"Of course. I’ll be there."
Fujie relayed:
"Zhang Yu told me—after the match, come find him right away. He might have a way now."
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Outside the Civil Engineering Competition arena, Shi Huaixu sent another urgent message.
She worried: Is Zhang Yu okay? The competition’s about to start, and he hasn’t arrived yet.
Su Yanyang waved her off. "He knows what he’s doing. He’ll be fine."
He thought to himself: Wen Wuya’s here at Tianjian University. What could possibly go wrong?
Then Xiao Yunji’s gaze sharpened.
"He’s here."
A thunderous explosion split the sky.
White shockwaves erupted from afar.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yu appeared above the crowd, descending smoothly under the power of Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.
Across from Wanfa University, Yue Guanqiong lifted his head slightly, watching Zhang Yu land.
His Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power is stronger than last time.
So Wen Wuya’s report was accurate—he gained power during the Yin Device experiment.
But… his Spirit Armor remains purely physical, except for the Eye Armor.
Yue Guanqiong’s sword qi surged faintly. His face showed no tension.
After all, Zhang Yu’s cultivation had improved—but still hadn’t reached the 20th level of Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power. And on Spirit Armor, he was still at a clear disadvantage, like a game character missing several equipment slots.
Meanwhile, Yue Guanqiong had prepared thoroughly, backed by Wen Wuya’s support and a military-grade Flying Sword.
Just Zhang Yu? I’ve got this in the bag.
The real threat… is whether Mo Ejin will buy a life.
He turned to Wanfa University’s team.
"Where’s Mo Ejin? Isn’t he fighting this time?"
Zhang Yu turned, smiling at Yue Guanqiong.
"Classmate, you and Mo Senior are close, huh?"
Yue Guanqiong sneered. Memories of his defeat last year—his Flying Sword shattered, his sword spirit humiliated—flashed through his mind. His voice dripped with bitterness.
"Closer than you know. I’ve been waiting for a rematch. Why isn’t he here?"
Zhang Yu didn’t commit. He simply shrugged.
"Who knows? We don’t know Mo Senior’s condition. Maybe he’s already healed—ready to step in anytime."
Yue Guanqiong scoffed inwardly. Leveraging Mo Ejin to make me think he has a backup?
Are you hoping I’ll hold back in the match, afraid of Mo Ejin?
But even if I don’t give my full effort, I’ll still crush you all.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu typed in the Competition Group Chat:
Mo Senior, this guy seems to really hate you.
Mo Ejin: Everyone knows Tianjian University students are protective of their Flying Swords.
Mo Ejin: And Yue Guanqiong? He’s especially petty.
Mo Ejin: Last time, I accidentally brushed against his Flying Sword.
Mo Ejin: I apologized, but he wouldn’t let it go—he kept sending me hate messages.
Li Zhen, who’d been Mo Ejin’s teammate for years, silently thought: You didn’t just brush it. You broke it on purpose.
Then the competition officially began.
Teams marched into their respective Construction Sites.
3…
2…
1…
As the countdown ended, mana oscillations flared, Gang Qi surged into the sky. Everyone channeled their power, launching into motion.
Mud and sand roared skyward. Under Shi Huaixu and Su Yanyang’s coordination, the earth heaved and reshaped itself, rapidly forming a complex magical array.
At the same time, Tianjian University’s side erupted with streams of sword qi, slicing upward. Massive stone blocks floated into the air, assembling into miniature floating islands above the arena.
Zhang Yu narrowed his eyes. This is Tianjian University’s Civil Engineering Department’s technique.
Unlike most universities, Tianjian University’s Civil Engineering Department was founded purely to serve the school itself.
The entire cloud-top campus—this very Tianjian University—owed much of its existence to their work.
Creating floating islands, floating structures—this was their specialty.
And as everyone activated their powers, Zhang Yu surged forward without hesitation.
With Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power driving him, he shot through the air like a rainbow streaking across the sky, leaving behind a chain of sonic booms. Accelerating relentlessly, he hurtled toward Tianjian University’s construction zone.
In a single breath, he’d have the enemy site within his range—ready to dismantle it utterly with his divine power.
But then—lightning cracked across the sky.
A series of faint shadows streaked past him, brushing against his back.
What was that?
Zhang Yu glanced down at his falling strands of hair. A flicker of recognition passed through him. His Eye Armor displayed the attack record: Zhenlei Seal.
The Zhenlei Seal—refined by Zhang Yu just recently—was a Spirit Artifact specifically designed to counter Flying Swords.
It had just triggered, deflecting the incoming projectiles with a lightning strike.
At that moment, Ying Xin’s grandfather sent a message:
"Just nails—too small, too fast to see with the naked eye."
Ying Xin’s grandfather: It’s Tianjian University’s Dazizai Shunyu Sword Qi.
Ying Xin’s grandfather: Be careful—here it comes again!
On the other side, Yue Guanqiong sensed Zhang Yu’s charge.
His sword qi swept across a row of steel rebar—reducing it to scattered metal fragments in an instant.
He thought calmly: Follow Wen Wuya’s orders—just push him, little by little. Force his limits to the edge.
Then, when the time comes, crush him all at once. Even if Mo Ejin buys a life, it’ll be too late.
As sword qi spiraled upward, the metal fragments exploded into a storm of razor-sharp shards—like thousands of meteors hurtling down toward Zhang Yu, each one screaming with lethal intent.
(End of Chapter)
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