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Chapter 484: Warning and the Spirit Root (Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Wen Wuya thought to herself: "It seems Qingqing God’s attitude toward Hehuan University and Wanfa University is even more nuanced than I anticipated."
"And combining that with what just happened… Mutual Cultivation Dao and Jiqing Dao truly are mutually exclusive."
"That means Qingqing God’s prohibition against me investing in Bai Zhenzhen was indeed not without deeper meaning."
Wen Wuya furrowed her brow slightly: "If that’s the case, then Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu are destined to split—forever."
"Which means I’ll lose the chance to cultivate with both of them together… and I’ll have to choose just one."
"Ah… Zhang Yu’s been subtly drawn to me lately, and Bai Zhenzhen and I have been growing closer in Ling Realm every day. I’d even hoped for a Three-Person Mutual Cultivation… but now… sigh. Which one should I pick?"
She pondered: "Could I secretly maintain a connection with Zhang Yu while still staying in touch with Bai Zhenzhen?"
Just as lightning-fast thoughts flashed through her mind, Qingqing God’s voice echoed again: "Hmph?"
A soft snort, and Wen Wuya felt her soul tremble violently within her body. She quickly composed herself, bowing respectfully and saying: "Divine Lord, I only wished to gather firsthand intelligence on Wanfa University’s experiments—I had no ulterior motives."
Qingqing God replied coldly: "I don’t care what interest you have in Wanfa’s experiments."
"But don’t even think about Three-Person Mutual Cultivation."
Wen Wuya froze, struck by a sudden chill—like countless blades piercing her flesh from within.
“Has the Divine Lord been watching me all along? Did she see my thoughts, my intentions… in that moment?”
She sighed inwardly, regretful and submissive: "I understand, Divine Lord. I will never entertain such thoughts again."
"Go."
A single word—“Go.”—and the world before her dissolved into a whirlwind of dazzling colors. In an instant, she vanished from the arena.
Moments later, the radiant hues of Ling Realm vanished completely. Bai Zhenzhen was gone too.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, and Wen Wuya had all disappeared—leaving behind a sea of students from Tianjian University, filled with lingering emptiness and disbelief.
…
On the Flying Barge.
Su Yanyang, Shi Huaixu, Xiao Yunji, and others stood together on the deck, glancing toward the cabin with quiet curiosity.
Inside the cabin, Ciji Zhenjun’s projection circled Zhang Yu, continuously casting spells to perform a thorough inspection.
After a long silence, Ciji Zhenjun finally spoke: "No issues. The Tianjian University people didn’t plant any surveillance on you."
"Still, once you return to school, head straight to the Laboratory for a checkup."
Zhang Yu nodded, silently grateful for Ciji Zhenjun’s assistance.
Then, the tone shifted.
"Have you engaged in Mutual Cultivation with anyone from Tianjian University?"
Zhang Yu shook his head firmly: "Absolutely not. I have zero interest in Mutual Cultivation. All my focus was on the competition."
Ciji Zhenjun said nothing, simply nodding once. Then: "Good. But I must warn you—since you now carry the Laboratory’s achievements, under no circumstances should you engage in Mutual Cultivation without explicit permission."
"Others may not be sincere. They could use the opportunity to steal information from you."
He mused: “I hadn’t realized how much this matter had spread. Once back, I should clarify the contract details—especially the rules around Mutual Cultivation.”
Then, he asked: "And… what exactly is your relationship with Bai Zhenzhen and Wen Wuya?"
Zhang Yu answered: "Bai Zhenzhen is my high school classmate. Wen Wuya is someone I met through her."
"We occasionally communicate through the Ling Realm Network. This time, when they heard I was coming to Tianjian University, they wanted to meet in person."
This was straightforward information—nothing hidden. Zhang Yu saw no reason to lie.
Upon hearing this, Ciji Zhenjun replied calmly: "Wen Wuya… you can interact with her, but be cautious. Don’t let her ensnare you, and for heaven’s sake, don’t reveal any Laboratory secrets."
"But as for Bai Zhenzhen… you must not see her again."
Zhang Yu blinked, surprised: "Why?"
Ciji Zhenjun explained: "Qingqing God is a master of the heretical path. While her Qingqing Sword Dao is still considered legitimate, Jiqing Sword Dao is pure, unadulterated heresy."
"Unless one has already achieved Hua Shen in early cultivation—like Qingqing God herself—practicing Jiqing Sword Dao goes against the norms of modern society. It defies public order and moral decency. Such a path cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth."
"It brings only ruin—both to the cultivator and to others. A curse that spreads like wildfire."
Ciji Zhenjun fixed Zhang Yu with a stern gaze: "That’s why Qingqing God hasn’t taken disciples in ages. And none of her past disciples have ended well."
Zhang Yu froze, his mind racing back to Bai Zhenzhen. He hesitated, then asked: "What… kind of end?"
Ciji Zhenjun said flatly: "I’ve seen two of them. One was eventually refined by Qingqing God into her own personal Flying Sword."
Zhang Yu’s heart sank. A ripple of martial energy surged through his body.
"The other… murdered his wife, slaughtered his children, and severed his own grandson. All because his family members lacked Blood Ties. In his madness, he destroyed his entire estate—bankrupting himself."
Zhang Yu was speechless, stunned into silence.
Ciji Zhenjun continued: "So those who follow Jiqing Sword Dao rarely come to good ends. I don’t know what kind of bond you two shared—debt, obligation, or something deeper."
"But I advise you: if you owe her money, pay it back immediately. Then cut all contact."
"If she owes you? Don’t be too lenient. Take everything you can—every last coin. And never see her again."
Zhang Yu opened his mouth, but no words came. He didn’t know how to respond.
Yet Ciji Zhenjun didn’t seem to expect an answer. He shifted the subject: "Now, tell me about your Technique breakthrough. When you broke through to Level 17, and again to Level 18—what did you feel?"
…
Meanwhile, aboard the Flying Barge, as Zhang Yu and Ciji Zhenjun spoke, back at Tianjian University…
In a stark white room, empty save for a rug and a long sword, Bai Zhenzhen sat cross-legged upon the mat, silently sensing something deep within.
Ever since her Divine Spirit Root had merged with Zhang Yu’s, it had undergone a mysterious transformation.
To help herself describe it, she had mentally named her own Spirit Root Zhen Linggen, and his Yu Linggen.
"After Yu Linggen entered, my Zhen Linggen began adapting to it."
"Then Yu Linggen started adapting to Zhen Linggen… then Zhen Linggen adapted again… and so on."
It felt as though the two Spirit Roots had become the yin and yang of a Taiji symbol—constantly rotating, chasing, blending, until they formed a swirling, formless chaos.
As martial energy circulated through her body, she sensed Zhen Linggen performing a subtle, all-encompassing adjustment—comprehensive beyond belief, yet so faint it was almost imperceptible.
"Too bad… time was too short," she thought regretfully. "I’d just started to feel something… and then Yu Linggen withdrew."
"If we’d stayed longer… the changes could’ve been far greater."
A smile tugged at her lips. She looked forward to their next meeting.
But then—thud—the door burst open.
A corpse was thrown into the room.
At the sight, crimson sword qi erupted from thin air—alive, writhing, spiraling around her like serpents, emitting sharp, piercing cries.
The rug beneath her shredded instantly. The walls cracked with countless deep fissures.
Yet in the next instant—just as suddenly as it appeared—the sword qi vanished, fading like a phantom.
Bai Zhenzhen stared at the body—identical to Zhang Yu’s—and said softly: "Mother… now do you believe me?"
"I only hesitated for a moment. My mind knew it couldn’t be real. But my emotions reacted instantly—triggering my Jiqing Sword Dao without my control."
"Emotion precedes thought. The sword strikes before the mind even forms the intent. My Jiqing Sword Dao has reached Level 10."
With a soft shua—the corpse shattered into countless micro-sword fragments, dissolving into dust and drifting out the door with a gentle breeze.
Qingqing God’s voice echoed, calm and distant: "Zhang Yu—forgetting his character for a moment, consider his current position. He’s caught in the storm between Wanfa University and Hehuan University."
"How many opportunities will he have in the future to participate in Mutual Cultivation research?"
"Given his Civil Engineering background—will he truly walk away from such chances?"
"Even if he wants to, does he even have the freedom to choose?"
"The more you progress, the greater the backlash will be."
"Re-cultivate."
"Otherwise, you’ll become my Flying Sword—another addition to my collection."
…
In Wanfa University City.
As Zhang Yu walked back toward the campus, Ciji Zhenjun received a flood of messages.
Tianzhang Zhenjun: Zhang Yu broke through again?
Ciji Zhenjun: Stay low-key.
Tianzhang Zhenjun: Ciji, seriously—keep it low-key? What’s the point of researching Dao if you’re hiding?
Tianzhang Zhenjun: The leadership’s waiting for results.
Tianzhang Zhenjun: Next year’s funding depends on how many papers we publish, how many evaluations we pass. You can’t just think of yourself.
Tianzhang Zhenjun: I’ve already reported it. Wan Hua Shen Jun is satisfied. Finance Department is ready to invest.
Ciji Zhenjun read the messages and sighed, shaking his head. "This guy… he’d rather die for money than live with peace."
Then he scrolled further. Messages poured in—some offering investment, others wanting to insert themselves, some asking to borrow the Yin Device, others demanding raw data.
"Ah… I knew this would happen," he murmured.
"The entire Wanfa University can’t even fit a single quiet lab bench."
(End of Chapter)
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