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Chapter 482: Let Go of Your Civil Engineering Smelly Hand! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)
The message from Qingqing God kept flashing repeatedly on Bai Zhenzhen’s Eye Armor, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Qingqing God: Are you really going to go ask him yourself?
Qingqing God: What’s the point of asking?
Qingqing God: When you feel the need to question someone, when doubt creeps in—then it means you haven’t changed. It’s they who have changed.
Bai Zhenzhen didn’t reply. Instead, she let her silhouette dissolve into the swirling dust.
"...That old geezer..."
Her gaze flicked over the messages, then she rolled her eyes. “Always trying to judge modern youth with ancient thinking. No wonder your Jiqing Sword Dao is on the verge of extinction.”
As the thought crossed her mind, Zhang Yu’s face flashed before her eyes.
Now, Zhang Yu had truly stepped onto the Mutual Cultivation path. That was why, during his conversation with Wen Wuya, he’d almost agreed to a trade. Even today, the idea of borrowing a Divine Spirit Root kept popping into her head—only to be met with a stubborn resistance every time.
So it wasn’t really about the root at all. It was about using the excuse to get close to her… to start Mutual Cultivation.
She sighed inwardly. “Yu-zi has really changed. He’s no longer the boy from high school.”
“Is it because he’s grown up… finally walking the path he once dreamed of?”
If before, Bai Zhenzhen had been uncertain about Immortal Dao cultivation, now, as a top scholar at Tianjian University, she understood the various Xian Dao paths deeply.
Mutual Cultivation, for instance, was just as legitimate as Sterilized Cultivation—indeed, a true orthodox path. Hehuan University, one of the Top Ten, built its legacy around this path, and its reputation was well-earned.
And it was even more demanding than Sterilized Cultivation—requiring a deeper Dao Heart, a greater spiritual foundation.
“Back in high school, Yu-zi lacked both the willpower and the talent. I thought he’d never fit this path. I kept telling him: ‘Once you’ve earned enough, don’t get lost in studying—go back to Sterilized Cultivation.’”
“I never thought I’d be so wrong.”
Now, watching Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen felt like she was seeing the mischievous kid who’d always skipped class—only to grow up and finally get into Hehuan University, rising in glory.
“If he’s already on the right path… and making real progress… then I must support him.”
But then her thoughts turned to her own Jiqing Sword Dao, and her expression darkened.
“Yu-zi has walked into the light. But I… I’m only sinking deeper into the shadows.”
“If I keep going like this… I won’t just lose my chance to be his first partner. I might not even be worthy of being his companion.”
A flicker of helplessness crossed her face.
“Should I ask him to leave the Mutual Cultivation world? Give up his work at the Yin Device Laboratory?”
“Impossible.”
“How can I ask him to abandon a path he’s built with blood and sweat… when I’m the one who’s strayed?”
She clenched her jaw, resolve hardening.
“There’s only one way.”
“Just one.”
“I have to turn back. Break free from the Jiqing Sword Dao. Then, walk the Mutual Cultivation path with Zhang Yu—side by side.”
But she knew it wouldn’t be easy. It might even be a dead end. For one thing, her master, Qingqing God, would never approve lightly.
“This needs careful planning…”
Pushing the thoughts aside, Bai Zhenzhen followed Zhang Yu’s final instructions before he left—wading through the smoke and dust, deeper into the battlefield.
The entire battlefield, ravaged by the clash of two armies, was a wasteland. Like after a series of earthquakes, the ground was torn apart—cracks, craters, and sudden mounds of earth scattered everywhere.
Then, without warning, her foot sank.
A sudden force yanked her down into the earth.
She knew it was Zhang Yu using his Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power to summon her. She didn’t resist—letting him pull her into the depths.
When she saw the familiar silhouette in the underground chamber, she whispered, “Yu-zi…”
No reply.
Zhang Yu simply pulled her into a tight embrace.
Feeling the hardness of his body, Bai Zhenzhen quickly said, “No, Yu-zi. Even underground, even with your Array shielding… it might not be enough…”
“Not here! We can’t do Mutual Cultivation here!”
“If Qingqing God sees it… if she thinks you’re interfering with my Jiqing Sword Dao cultivation… she might ruin you!”
But before she could finish, Zhang Yu softly said, “It’s here.”
Bai Zhenzhen blinked, confused—what was here?
Then, above them, the Ling Realm shifted.
The Spirit Artifact Jiutian Yuanyang Tower materialized on the Audience Stand. Ciji Zhenjun’s voice echoed through the space:
“My… experiment subject has broken through?”
“This involves our experimental data. Please refrain from spreading it.”
At the same time, the presence of Jiutian Yuanyang Tower caused the surrounding Ling Realm to freeze—just for a moment.
And in that instant of stillness, Zhang Yu tightened his grip, pressing Bai Zhenzhen against him.
Then, Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes snapped wide open—her breath caught.
It came in!
Something entered!
Divine Spirit Root?
No way… it’s another Divine Spirit Root… just like mine?!
Zhang Yu actually has one?!
He just… gave it to me?
In an instant, their two Divine Spirit Roots connected—melding into one, as if becoming a single root, finally rooting deep into her dantian.
And as the connection deepened, a strange transformation began to unfold between them.
Zhang Yu exhaled in relief. “No失控. No runaway energy. Still hidden. No need to use the Feather Scroll’s Dao Zong Spectrum… no need to swap out Qinglian Jiantai’s Divine Spirit Root.”
He thought: “Is it because of Replication? Two of them… actually?”
Looking at Bai Zhenzhen, her mouth agape, eyes wide in shock, Zhang Yu grinned.
“Impressive, right?”
“Mind-blown?”
“Insanely cool?”
Seeing his smug expression, Bai Zhenzhen bit her lip, then glared at him fiercely.
“Zhang Yu… you’ve ruined me!”
Zhang Yu blinked. “Huh?”
She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper.
“My Jiqing Sword Dao… it’s skyrocketing…”
“I’m… done for. I’m gone down the dark path now.”
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Just moments earlier, outside the arena.
Su Yanyang and Shi Huaixu stepped out.
Shi Huaixu asked, “Where’s Zhang Yu?”
Su Yanyang shrugged. “Said he left a Spirit Artifact behind in the arena. He’s staying to find it.”
Xiao Yunji brightened. “Winning this round brings us even closer to the finals!”
“Especially with Zhang Yu’s Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power now at Level 18. We’ve got a real shot at surviving the Loser Group!”
But as his teammates cheered, Su Yanyang felt a strange emptiness. A quiet envy crept in.
“Man… gaining 8 Technique levels from the Yin Device experiment… that’s just pure bliss.”
“And all I have to do is follow Zhang Yu’s lead—win after win. Not bad at all.”
At that moment, Wanfa University’s team met Yue Guanqiong and his group, who had just exited.
The expression on Yue Guanqiong’s face was grim—like they’d just lost everything.
Seeing Su Yanyang’s team, Yue Guanqiong snapped, “Where’s Zhang Yu? He destroyed too many Flying Swords. He has to compensate us!”
Mo Ejin chimed in the Competition Group Chat: “Look, last year they tried the same thing on me.”
Just as they spoke, Ciji Zhenjun’s projection appeared—Jiutian Yuanyang Tower blazing with light, filling everyone’s Eye Armor.
Ciji Zhenjun scanned the crowd, then glanced at Zhang Yu’s message:
Zhang Yu: Teacher, my Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power has broken through again.
Zhang Yu: But ever since I entered Tianjian University, I’ve felt someone watching me.
Zhang Yu: I’m afraid someone might target my experimental results after the match.
Then, a sword shadow formed in front of her.
A calm voice echoed: “Ciji. This is Tianjian University, not Wanfa University. You don’t get to seal the Ling Realm here.”
The sword shadow danced through the Ling Realm. The brief stillness caused by Jiutian Yuanyang Tower shattered—life returned.
Ciji Zhenjun didn’t react. She wasn’t here to fight.
Her projection, combined with the Tower’s presence, was already enough to deter any attempt by Tianjian University to spy on Zhang Yu.
“Unless they want a direct confrontation with me.”
She gave a cold snort, then turned her attention to the battlefield.
“I’m just looking for my students. That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”
A spell flared at her fingertip.
A gale swept across the arena, clearing the dust—revealing two figures beneath.
Zhang Yu was about to dart aside—when his body froze.
Bai Zhenzhen had already seized his hand.
“A Zhen?” He turned, stunned.
Meanwhile, outside the arena, Yue Guanqiong and his team had been demanding compensation for the destroyed Flying Swords.
But when they saw Zhang Yu walking out—hand in hand with Bai Zhenzhen—every single one of them froze, hearts pounding.
“Bai… Bai Zhenzhen?!”
“Why is she here?!”
“No! Our noble Hua Shen Disciple—Flying Sword Department’s ace! How can she be holding hands with Zhang Yu… that Civil Engineering grunt?!”
And then, Wen Wuya stepped beside Zhang Yu—her quiet laugh ringing out.
Yue Guanqiong’s vision blurred. His mind reeled.
“This world… is completely insane.”
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