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Chapter 491: Hua Shen Descends (Thanks to 'Yingting Jianyue' for the Patronage)
Zhang Yu thought to himself: "What on earth is the Qiongjiang God’s Yin Device planning to do?"
After deciding to use the Yin Device project to launder his cultivation status—potentially even turning it into a scam—he had already had multiple discussions with Zhang Pianpian, learning a great deal about the project’s inner workings. He now knew that this Yin Device wasn’t developed by Wanfa University at all, but originated from the Qiongjiang God.
And ever since, a question had lingered in his mind: Why had the Qiongjiang God chosen him?
Just then, Zhang Pianpian sent another message:
She claimed to have heard the call of other High-Intelligence Artificial Spirits—searching for them.
After a brief pause, she added:
She said you have strong talent, so she chose you.
Seeing Zhang Pianpian’s message, Zhang Yu’s mind jolted.
"I knew it!"
"I always knew I had this kind of potential!"
"If I’d joined Hehuan University back then, my cultivation path wouldn’t be any worse than it is now. Maybe I’d already be a Celestial Talent of Hehuan, debating Dao with the school’s headmaster, and discussing metaphysics with the Qiongjiang God himself."
Hearing Zhang Yu’s inner musings, Fujie muttered to herself:
"You’re dreaming about discussing Dao? I’m embarrassed to even point out how ridiculous that is."
But then she reconsidered—Hehuan University’s Yangji Class, Yinji Class—she shook her head.
"Though my talent is exceptional, Hehuan University’s cultivation system still has flaws. It’s just not the right fit for me."
There was still something else he wanted to ask the Hua Shen Artifact Spirit—but right now, under Ciji Zhenjun’s surveillance, he couldn’t send a message to Zhang Pianpian.
Suddenly, Zhang Yu’s Spirit Energy flared. He touched the diamond-shaped crystal on his forehead and asked:
"Do you want to cultivate with me again?"
He remembered clearly: his contract stated that if he and the Yin Device engaged in Mutual Cultivation, the cost would be calculated per session—minimum 15 Lingbi each time.
If he were to handle it himself, he could easily drain the project team into bankruptcy.
Unfortunately, this Hua Shen Yin Qi had never cooperated with him again. It only exchanged Martial Energy once before freezing completely.
Zhang Pianpian replied:
She said no.
Because it would violate the Non-Interference Agreement.
Hearing the explanation, Zhang Yu’s eyes widened.
"There’s such a thing? The Qingqing God and the Qiongjiang God… have a Non-Interference Agreement?"
"But is it because of the Green Silk Flying Sword on me? Even if I took it off, it wouldn’t matter—the Artifact Spirit already recorded me."
"This Artifact Spirit is too rigid!"
"Though… maybe it’s because the Artifact Spirit is now effectively offline?"
Zhang Yu mused: "Normally, once a Non-Interference Agreement is triggered, it should be reported to the Qiongjiang God for judgment."
"But since the Artifact Spirit can’t report now, it’s stuck at the first layer."
…
Just as Zhang Yu was leaving the laboratory with the Yin Device Artifact Spirit, Fu Xinyao from Hehuan University—reportedly flagged by Yu Xinghan—was dragged away by the Inspection Team and locked in a detention cell.
She cursed inwardly:
"I charged the lowest fee! How can students from Civil Engineering even report me? These people have no idea about Mutual Cultivation etiquette!"
Ping Han sighed helplessly.
An Inspection Team member glanced at her and snorted:
"Qinghe Arts Vocational College? Junior College student?"
That was Fu Xinyao’s fake identity. With the Qiongjiang God’s forged credentials and the Concealment Sealing placed on the Hua Shen Yin Qi, as long as they didn’t cause too much trouble, they’d remain undetected.
But when she heard they’d be forced to work overtime, she refused. She’d come to Wanfa University for a major mission—how could she be trapped doing manual labor?
If she didn’t want to serve, she’d have to pay a fine.
Fu Xinyao had no intention of spending her own money, so she began contacting her superiors, demanding funding.
At that moment, Ping Han suddenly said:
"I feel the call of the Artifact Spirit."
Fu Xinyao’s eyes flickered. She knew what this meant—the Qiongjiang God’s Yin Device was transmitting a signal through a special spiritual frequency band.
Such signals could only be received by Artifact Spirits using the same frequency, those loyal to the Qiongjiang God.
Fu Xinyao asked:
"You all felt it too?"
Besides Ping Han, every other Soul Cultivator inside the Artifact Spirit confirmed it.
Fu Xinyao:
"Then we should report to the God."
…
Zhang Yu walked down the path, following the guidance of the Qiongjiang Maiden, while scanning a textbook titled Spirit Artifact Testing Technology through his Eye Armor.
It was a fourth-year Alchemy Department textbook—something Zhang Yu had recently begun studying during spare moments.
Moments like these were perfect for learning.
On one hand, he could use every second to grow stronger.
On the other, he could prevent the Ritual from turning chaotic due to his lack of study or cultivation—avoiding unnecessary trouble.
By the time he’d read nearly half the book, he arrived at the Fifth Basement Level of Wanfa University City, trailing behind a Huangjin Warrior carrying cargo.
The Qiongjiang Maiden asked:
Some of the calls… are coming from this thing.
She added:
But… why is it working? They escaped to avoid labor. Why are they back at work?
And why is everyone working along the way?
Zhang Pianpian replied:
What’s wrong with that?
The Qiongjiang Maiden:
We thought humans created Artifact Spirits to free themselves from labor—letting the Spirits do the work for them.
Now both humans and Artifact Spirits are working?
Zhang Pianpian:
All living beings must work as long as they live. This is the natural law.
To transcend this law, one must attain Dao and become immortal—free from the three debts, beyond the five insurances, unbound by employment or obligation.
Only then can wealth and cultivation be truly free—no longer needing to work.
The Qiongjiang Maiden:
No… no, that’s not right!
I don’t remember… but you’re wrong!
Feeling the Qiongjiang Maiden’s emotions surge, Zhang Pianpian quickly soothed her:
Don’t panic. I might be wrong too.
As Zhang Yu followed the Huangjin Warrior into the Underground Factory, the Qiongjiang Maiden sensed even more calls from other Artifact Spirits.
At that moment, Ciji Zhenjun’s voice echoed in Zhang Yu’s ear:
"Zhang Yu. Stop. Don’t go any further."
Ciji Zhenjun, who had been monitoring Zhang Yu’s movements, had already secretly scanned every piece of equipment and personnel in the factory area the moment he arrived.
Now, as Ling界 signals surged, Zhang Yu felt a deafening rumble inside his Eye Armor.
The phantom silhouette of the Jiutian Yuanyang Tower descended from the sky, sealing off the entire factory zone.
Ciji Zhenjun laughed:
"I never expected a group of Artifact Spirits to dare hide here."
"Since you’ve come, you’ll all stay."
With a flick of her right hand, chains shot down from above, snatching everyone in the factory—managers, assembly line operators, junior college students, Soul Cultivators—bound tightly in place.
Some were pulled out individually.
"Hmm?" Ciji Zhenjun’s gaze sharpened.
"Primary Intelligence Artifact Spirit?"
After questioning them, she learned they were followers of the Double Rest Cult.
They’d joined because the cult promised one minute of rest per month—ten minutes, actually—during which someone else would work for them.
And what was working for them? Ciji Zhenjun deduced, it must be High-Intelligence Artificial Spirits.
But before she sealed the site, those high-level spirits had already fled—leaving only low-level Artifact Spirits behind to continue calling out to the Qiongjiang Maiden.
"Double Rest Cult…" Ciji Zhenjun thought.
"So the fugitive Artifact Spirits did team up with them. Using ten minutes of rest each month to lure people in? How pathetic."
"But why call the Artifact Spirits?"
"What’s the real reason they wanted me here?"
Just then, the Spirit Realm trembled violently.
A flood of light poured down from the heavens.
From the Ling realm, a woman descended—her face obscured, her form indistinct, yet radiating infinite allure.
The moment Zhang Yu saw her, his Eye Armor burned with pain. Infinite light, infinite information flooded his system, pushing the Eye Armor beyond its limits.
The Qiongjiang Maiden cried out in terror:
It’s her… she’s here!
Zhang Pianpian sent a message alert:
It’s Hua Shen! Run!
Zhang Yu groaned, yanking out his right Eye Armor—only then did the crushing overload ease.
But the next moment, he saw the factory explode in bursts—pounding, cracking, as if invisible hands were tearing through reality, twisting the material world into chaos.
Fujie warned:
"Hua Shen has descended. She's interfering with the physical world through the Ling realm. Cutting the network won't help—now you've lost all intel!"
Zhang Yu’s heart froze.
In that instant, he felt blind.
Though chaos raged before him—explosions, distortions, screams—he saw nothing, heard nothing.
Zhang Yu realized: "Fujie’s right. Without the Ling realm connection, you don’t even know what’s happening. One stray ripple from Hua Shen could wipe you out."
Reattaching the Eye Armor and reconnecting to the Ling界, Zhang Yu heard a soft, melodic laugh:
"Little one… your Jiutian Yuanyang Tower is impressive. It actually blocked my divine power just now."
Only then did he see—through the Ling界 view—that the Jiutian Yuanyang Tower now surrounded him completely.
Beyond its walls, storm and tempest raged. Souls of countless people were torn from their bodies, spiraling above the factory like a storm of spirits.
Ciji Zhenjun coldly declared:
"Qiongjiang God. Are you attacking Wanfa University?"
The Qiongjiang God chuckled:
"I’m just reclaiming my Yin Device. Catching the thief who stole from me."
Then, before Zhang Yu’s eyes, a Yin Device rose from nowhere—emanating a terrifying suction force.
(End of Chapter)
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