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Chapter 483: Civil Engineering Can Really Produce Dragon-Transformed Talents!
(Thanks to 'Jiu Jiu Jiu Er Qi' for gifting Bai Zhenzhen 10 pairs of Stockings)
Ciji Zhenjun was merely a Ling界 projection descending from another realm—she possessed no martial energy of her own and needed to rely on spells to interfere with the material world.
With a flick of her fingers, she unleashed a spell that summoned a roaring gale, sweeping away the smoke lingering over the arena. Then, a message flashed into Zhang Yu’s mind:
> My dear disciple, where are you?
In the next instant, another spell flared from her hand. Divine Power surged outward in waves, revealing every figure on the battlefield.
As the wind howled and the dust cleared, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen—highlighted in Ciji Zhenjun’s vision—slowly emerged from the haze.
And then came Wen Wuya, stepping gracefully toward Zhang Yu’s side, leaving countless students from Tianjian University utterly stunned.
Seeing Wen Wuya reach out toward Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen arched a brow, eyes narrowing as she snapped, “What do you want?”
Wen Wuya smiled faintly. “We’re all friends. I just came to congratulate Zhang Yu on his victory.”
Bai Zhenzhen let out a cold huff. Without moving a muscle, a streak of crimson sword qi materialized out of thin air—then slashed forward with lethal precision, forcing Wen Wuya to retreat several steps.
Wen Wuya blinked in surprise, staring at the blade before turning to Bai Zhenzhen. “Zhenzhen… what kind of sword qi is that? I’ve never seen you use it before. Could it be…?”
Bai Zhenzhen’s brow furrowed. She said nothing, but inside her mind, she thought: Trouble… After my Jiqing Sword Dao cultivation advanced, it just activated automatically.
> Born of emotion, destroyed by emotion. Moves with the heart, cuts with the heart… This is the heretical path. The more you practice, the harder it becomes to control. One fleeting thought, no martial energy expended—just a flick, and someone dies.
She shot a sharp glance at Zhang Yu, silently cursing him. All this is your fault. You dragged me into the heresy.
When Wen Wuya spoke again, Bai Zhenzhen scoffed. “None of your business. If you don’t want to get cut, stay away.”
Wen Wuya didn’t leave. Instead, she gave a soft smile, swaying her waist like a willow branch as she turned to Zhang Yu, winking with bright, playful eyes.
> Let’s talk again soon.
> I’m especially interested in how you broke through… [Heart]
At that moment, the entire audience from Tianjian University was shaken. Ever since Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had appeared, their attention had been fixed on the scene. Now, with Wen Wuya stepping in, shock and disbelief spread like wildfire.
In every corner—on the spectator stands, among the competition team—students from Tianjian University were overwhelmed by emotional turbulence.
In Kunxu, academic excellence meant superiority. High rankings meant power. Wealth equaled attractiveness, beauty, intelligence, nobility—absolute superiority, the kind that made the poor below kneel in awe.
And Bai Zhenzhen and Wen Wuya? They were disciples of Hua Shen—prodigies among prodigies. Top in grades, rankings, and wealth. Objects of worship for countless students, almost like living idols.
Yet now, these two celestial figures were surrounding a student from an outsider’s Civil Engineering department. A Civil Engineering student was holding the hand of a flying sword genius?
The students erupted.
> Let go! Let go! Bai Zhenzhen, let go! I’ve never even touched your sword qi—how can this Civil Engineering worker hold your hand?!
>
> Why is Wen Wuya here too?! Don’t come closer! You’re just staining yourself with the blood of a junior college student!
>
> Look! Bai Zhenzhen attacked! They’re fighting over Zhang Yu! We’re all Civil Engineering students—what makes him so special?!
Across the field, Yue Guanqiong stared, his eyes wide. The sight was worse than losing his own match.
His mind raced through the intelligence he’d received about Zhang Yu’s breakthrough.
> Was it the Yin Device experiment? Mutual Cultivation technology? Did Zhang Yu’s crossing from Civil Engineering into the realm of Mutual Cultivation trigger this?
Now, watching Zhang Yu standing between two flying sword geniuses—Wen Wuya gazing at him tenderly, Bai Zhenzhen gripping his hand tightly—Yue Guanqiong felt as if light radiated from him.
> I need to learn Mutual Cultivation! That’s the true path for Civil Engineering!
> Forget Human-Sword Unity—I’m going to learn Mutual Cultivation!
In that moment, Yue Guanqiong made his decision with absolute resolve.
On the Wanfa University competition team, Su Yanyang and Xiao Yunji were equally stunned.
Xiao Yunji gasped. “What’s going on between Zhang Yu and these two?”
Shi Huaixu murmured, “Could this be… what Zhang Yu meant when he said he’d meet someone important at Tianjian University?”
Su Yanyang clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. Jealousy burned in his chest.
> So it’s not just Wen Wuya… Bai Zhenzhen is also cultivating with Zhang Yu?
The thought of Zhang Yu deliberately staying behind, of the two of them possibly completing cultivation in the smoke’s cover—Su Yanyang’s Dao heart trembled with envy.
> No wonder Zhang Yu’s so strong. With this kind of opportunity, he still seizes every chance. How could he not grow stronger?
>
> Damn it… I wish I could join too!
Just as everyone’s emotions surged in shock and awe, Ciji Zhenjun’s expression darkened.
Danger… These two Tianjian University students—could they be deliberately approaching Zhang Yu to spy on the Yin Device experiment?
She sent a message directly to Zhang Yu:
> Get back. These two Tianjian University students might be using you to steal laboratory secrets. Keep your distance—don’t let them gain any advantage.
As she prepared to cast another spell to forcibly separate them, a cascade of radiant, multicolored light poured down from the Ling realm—like sunlight fractured into hues, scattering across the world.
Ciji Zhenjun’s eyes widened.
Qingqing God's Ling realm projection?
At the same moment, Bai Zhenzhen heard a voice in her mind:
> Don’t you dare hold on. Should I come down and do it myself?
Without hesitation, Bai Zhenzhen released Zhang Yu’s hand and dropped to her knees.
> Mom!
> (She tugged at Zhang Yu’s arm, trying to make him kneel too.)
Ciji Zhenjun stared at Zhang Yu as if to say: You dare kneel?
She sent another message:
> What are you waiting for? This is Tianjian University’s business. What does it have to do with you? Get away!
Zhang Yu stood frozen, unsure what to do—until a blade of light flared between him and Bai Zhenzhen.
No matter how tightly Bai Zhenzhen gripped his hand, that blade of light cut cleanly through the space between them, forcibly separating them.
And then, Qingqing God’s voice echoed in Bai Zhenzhen’s ear:
> I said—public places, call me Teacher.
Bai Zhenzhen looked up at the shimmering light in the sky and sent a message:
> Mom, my Jiqing Sword Dao just surged in power.
> I can’t turn back now.
As she stared at the reply shimmering in her mind, the sky flared once more with rainbow light.
The Jiutian Yuanyang Tower behind Ciji Zhenjun trembled violently.
Qingqing God let out a cold snort—and sent a private message directly to Ciji Zhenjun:
> What are you waiting for? Tianjian University’s family matters aren’t yours. Get out of the way.
Ciji Zhenjun’s gaze sharpened. That old bastard… repeating my words. Did he just sneak a peek at my message?
Then she smiled faintly.
> No wonder he’s a veteran of Hua Shen. Even a projection carries a fragment of his soul.
She abandoned her attempt to monitor Qingqing God’s movements through the Jiutian Yuanyang Tower. With a flicker, she appeared directly before Zhang Yu.
> Move. What are you waiting for?
Zhang Yu hadn’t been frozen. The moment the multicolored light appeared, he’d already switched the Dao Zong Spectrum’s Qinglian Jiantai (Spirit Root) to the Third Eye Ability (Spirit Root).
And with that shift, the Divine Spirit Root in Bai Zhenzhen’s dantian—once perfectly fused—suddenly lost half its strength.
The strange, exquisite sensations born from their merged spirit roots vanished. A hollow emptiness flooded her heart.
But instead of panic, Bai Zhenzhen exhaled in relief.
She didn’t know how Zhang Yu did it—but at least, the secret wasn’t exposed.
Zhang Yu, meanwhile, thought to himself:
> Damn… So fast? Qingqing God showed up already? I wonder how well the Qinglian Jiantai worked inside A Zhen’s body? In such a short time… what effect did it have on A Zhen’s Divine Spirit Root? And what did it do to A Zhen?
Though curiosity burned in his chest, Zhang Yu dared not switch back to Qinglian Jiantai. Not now. Not with the risk of losing control.
Under Ciji Zhenjun’s urging, he turned and walked away from the arena, sending a message:
> A Zhen, I’m leaving first. I’ll contact you later.
Bai Zhenzhen replied instantly:
> She won’t be contacting you again.
Zhang Yu’s heart jolted.
> Qingqing God?
Bai Zhenzhen watched Zhang Yu being led away by Ciji Zhenjun, then sent a message:
> Yuzi, go ahead. I’ll contact you after I finish things here.
Zhang Yu sent back:
> Tianjian University—don’t bother my lab staff again.
Bai Zhenzhen paused, startled.
> Was it the Ciji Zhenjun beside him? Did she intercept the message?
Then, Qingqing God’s voice returned in her mind:
> Go back to your dorm. Your matter will be dealt with later.
The divine presence shifted to Wen Wuya.
> And you? What are you doing here?
Wen Wuya had approached Zhang Yu for one reason: the reputation of Wanfa University—and its breakthroughs in Mutual Cultivation and Yin Device technology.
Based on her experience, her instincts, and her judgment of her own master, she believed Tianxing Shenjun would also be deeply interested.
Between Wanfa University and Hehuan University, she leaned toward Wanfa—more profit, more wealth, more advantage.
She’d expected Qingqing God to think the same.
But the chain of events just now shattered that assumption.
(End of Chapter)
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