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Chapter 479: Civil Engineering Can Also Produce a Dragon (Thanks to 'Xuan Yuan Qing Huan' for Feeding Colleagues to Make Fu Ji the Alliance Leader)
On the sidelines of the Civil Engineering Competition.
Unlike the Ling Realm’s Audience Stand, the real-world designated viewing area was nearly empty. After all, if people truly wanted to watch, most would simply enter through the Ling Realm—few would bother to bring their physical bodies to the arena.
At the very top of the stand, Bai Zhenzhen stood alone, watching the match unfold.
But now, she had activated her Divine Spirit Root ability—her form dissolving into the air like mist, invisible to all. The hidden power of the Divine Spirit Root allowed her to vanish from sight, avoiding anyone she didn’t wish to meet, any situation she didn’t want to face.
Yet this power could only conceal her—she couldn’t take Zhang Yu with her. That was why she hadn’t used it earlier to transfer the Divine Spirit Root. If she vanished alone, it would only draw suspicion. Especially if Zhang Yu failed to control the transfer at the moment of transfer, the Divine Spirit Root might suddenly reveal itself—exposing them both.
Zhang Yu, too, possessed the Divine Spirit Root, but he lacked the skill to conceal it. Moreover, during the spirit root exchange, the intense stimulation would inevitably overwhelm control. So neither of them had considered relying on invisibility to manipulate the exchange—too risky. If someone were watching, it could trigger disaster.
On the battlefield, thunder roared without pause.
Flames streaked through the sky like meteors, raining down upon Zhang Yu in a relentless barrage. Each impact shattered the atmosphere, echoing like thunderclaps.
At the same time, a message appeared in Bai Zhenzhen’s Eye Armor.
Qingqing God: Watching Zhang Yu’s match?
Bai Zhenzhen: Mm.
Qingqing God: Your gap is growing wider.
On the field, Zhang Yu suddenly unleashed the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power. The chaotic Disha Gravity surged like a black hole, deflecting the incoming meteors, sending them crashing into the ground.
Bai Zhenzhen: Zhang Yu has mastered a Military-Grade Technique. He’s steadily closing the distance between us.
Qingqing God: But he’s from the Civil Engineering Department. Mastering this technique means he’s fully rooted in the construction site—deeply entrenched in the world of infrastructure.
Bai Zhenzhen: Even Civil Engineering can produce a dragon.
Qingqing God: Maybe.
Qingqing God: But tell me—when that day comes, will Zhang Yu still be the Zhang Yu you know?
Qingqing God: Did you know he joined the Yin Device experiment and upgraded his technique?
Qingqing God: I’m not some old-fashioned relic opposed to Mutual Cultivation.
Qingqing God: Mutual Cultivation expands the boundaries of the immortal path, deepens its foundation—beneficial for most cultivators.
Qingqing God: But once someone tastes the sweetness of Mutual Cultivation, begins playing with desire and emotion, and grows stronger through it—they stop cherishing those things.
Qingqing God: Now he’s become a test subject in the Yin Device experiment, reaping massive benefits. He’s gradually becoming someone else—emotion, Mutual Cultivation, all just tools, mere cultivation resources. He’s no longer fit for your Jiqing Sword Dao.
Bai Zhenzhen: I believe in Zhang Yu.
Qingqing God: The poor cannot withstand trials.
Bai Zhenzhen remained silent, but her mind drifted to the moment she’d seen Zhang Yu earlier—how he’d spoken with Wen Wuya.
Back then, Zhang Yu would have refused without hesitation, no hesitation at all.
Was it because of the Yin Device experiment? Because he’d gained something from it, that he’d changed?
And today, when they were together, Zhang Yu had seemed desperate—always eager to transfer her Divine Spirit Root.
Even this moment, watching the match—was it all part of a plan to transfer her spirit root?
As these thoughts raced through her mind, Bai Zhenzhen’s expression flickered.
Had Zhang Yu truly changed? Was he no longer the boy from high school?
Qingqing God: Whether Zhang Yu builds bridges or repairs roads—doesn’t matter to me.
Qingqing God: I only fear your Jiqing Sword Dao suffers backlash. Don’t waste your prime time.
Bai Zhenzhen said nothing. Her gaze turned back to the battlefield.
A torrent of meteors shot upward, blanketing half the arena.
…
Zhang Yu inhaled deeply, palms shifting, Disha Gravity gathering like dark spheres—each a miniature black hole rising into the sky, swallowing the descending meteors.
Zhenxing Ten Aspects — Xingchen Fu
Meanwhile, vast mountain masses floated into the air, forming a fortress in the sky, shielding the Tianjian University construction site from all sides.
Yue Guanqiong stood atop the peak, fingertips flicking. The Dazizai Shunyu Sword Qi surged through the stone, transforming it into countless flying swords that streaked across the sky, racing toward Wanfa University.
“With my attack escalating,”
“how long can you hold out?”
Yue Guanqiong smirked, behind him, floating swords—silent and ready—awaited the command.
…
In the Ling Realm’s Audience Stand, Wan Gouxuan from Xianbing University watched intently.
He thought: The Dazizai Shunyu Sword Qi from Tianjian University can attach to anything—grass, trees, soil, sand, stone—all turned into flying swords. Not only does it enable ultra-long-range construction, the embedded sword qi can crush mountains and split rocks.
High construction efficiency. Adaptable to almost any site. No special tools needed. Low cost. This is a top-tier large-scale Civil Engineering technique.
He sighed. Wanfa University’s Zhang Yu is completely outmatched.
Zhang Yu must defend against Yue Guanqiong’s flying sword assault—already a heavy burden. And Yue Guanqiong is stronger to begin with.
If not for the Yin Device experiment, pushing Zhang Yu’s technique to level 16, the situation would be even worse.
Wan Gouxuan felt a pang of envy. How long had it taken him to advance his Military-Grade Technique from level 10 to level 16? Yet Zhang Yu had achieved this in mere moments?
But Wan Gouxuan found comfort in one truth: this leap couldn’t close the gap. Zhang Yu still couldn’t catch up.
He mused: To win now, Zhang Yu must break forward. Staying put is just a matter of time before defeat.
Beside him, Xiang Shan from Tianyao University curled his elephant trunk and said calmly: “You didn’t notice—Zhang Yu has blocked every one of Yue Guanqiong’s attacks.”
“All of them?” Wan Gouxuan blinked. “He blocked every single flying sword Yue Guanqiong launched?”
“Yes,” Xiang Shan replied. “Because he had no choice.”
“If Tianjian University’s construction site were on the ground, Zhang Yu could burrow beneath the surface, using the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power to shake the earth and bring chaos.”
“But it’s in the sky. That weakens the impact of his technique. And Yue Guanqiong can attack Wanfa University at any time—far beyond Zhang Yu’s range.”
“The Dazizai Shunyu Sword Qi has a much longer reach than the Tian Kunlun technique. Yue Guanqiong can strike from outside Zhang Yu’s zone, threatening everyone at Wanfa University.”
“Technique is countered. Cultivation is suppressed. Tactics are completely targeted. Zhang Yu’s only option is to protect his teammates—let them complete the Array. Only with the Array’s support can he find a chance to turn the tide.”
“So now, it’s about how long he can endure Yue Guanqiong’s assault.”
Watching Zhang Yu precisely intercept each meteor, sending it crashing into the earth, Xiang Shan nodded. “Zhang Yu’s martial talent is extraordinary.”
“Control, speed, range—every aspect of the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power is pushed to its absolute limit. He’s perfectly countered every move.”
“But Yue Guanqiong isn’t even at full strength yet.”
Wan Gouxuan frowned. “Why is Yue Guanqiong using ordinary materials for attack? Why not just use real flying swords?”
Xiang Shan replied slowly: “Because of Mo Ejin.”
The elephant spirit from Tianyao University spoke: “He’s afraid of defeating Zhang Yu too quickly. If he does, Mo Ejin might step in to buy a revival. So he’s stalling, slowly increasing pressure—giving his teammates more time to build the Array, set up defenses.”
Moments later, sword qi surged from the sky fortress of Tianjian University.
Xiang Shan’s eyes narrowed. “Yue Guanqiong’s attack is about to escalate.”
…
Like Spirit Artifacts, Flying Swords also had tiers: Teaching Level, Professional Level, Enterprise Level, Military Grade, and even Immortal Sect-level.
Now, a line of Teaching Level Flying Swords hovered before Yue Guanqiong—ready to launch.
If Zhang Yu were closer, he’d recognize them as the very Temporary Flying Swords once leased by Su Yanyang and others.
Yue Guanqiong didn’t lack better swords—he simply preferred the Teaching Level ones. More cost-effective. More reliable.
He glanced toward Zhang Yu’s position and said calmly: “The light sparring is over.”
With the Dazizai Shunyu Sword Qi activated, the temporary swords shot skyward in a flash—ripping through air with thunderous booms, accelerating past multiple times the speed of sound, racing toward Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu’s gaze sharpened. “It’s coming. The real attack.”
In an instant, the sword shadows were still above the fortress—then, in the next, they were within a hundred meters.
Boom, boom, boom! Thunder flared as the Zhenlei Seals activated in succession, firing beams of lightning to deflect the deadly strikes.
At the same time, Zhendi Yin activated, forming a protective barrier around Zhang Yu—slowing the swords’ advance.
But even as the swords were deflected, their trajectories shifted like fish—adapting mid-flight, continuing their relentless assault.
The swords’ blades erupted with razor-sharp sword qi, tearing through the Zhendi Yin barrier and slashing toward Zhang Yu.
Though his protective Spirit Artifact couldn’t fully stop the onslaught, it gave him crucial reaction time—enough to activate the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, seizing the incoming sword.
Crack! Boom!
The sword exploded under the pressure of the divine power, scattering into fragments.
But before Zhang Yu’s Soul Cultivators could celebrate, each fragment flared with sudden intensity—each becoming a new sword, multiplying into dozens, even hundreds, continuing their deadly pursuit.
In the Competition Group Chat, Mo Ejin commented:
“You see? That’s exactly how it broke last year.”
(End of Chapter)
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