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Chapter 499: Zhenzhen's True Heart – The Will of the Great Saint
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The Bishui Jinjing Armor Design Diagram, as the prize for the Civil Engineering Finals, had only deepened Zhang Yu’s anticipation for the upcoming match.
In the days that followed, he threw himself even deeper into preparation.
That night, Zhang Yu was cultivating the third technique of Alchemy Genius—Yuhuo Shenjian—within his laboratory.
A blue flame flickered in his palm, drawn in by the technique’s method. With rhythmic pulses of Martial Energy, he refined the flame, shaping it into delicate threads of true fire essence.
Just then, a message arrived from Wen Wuya.
Wen Wuya: [Image]
The thumbnail showed a faint, blurred image. Zhang Yu warned himself not to click impulsively, then swiftly decoded the content.
Now a seasoned hand at this, the Eye Armor instantly displayed Bai Zhenzhen’s video.
Bai Zhenzhen’s voice came through, calm and teasing:
"Yu-zi, you’re about to face the Civil Engineering Finals, right?"
She smiled. "With your talent, winning the championship is a given."
"Keep pushing—you don’t need to worry about me."
"I’m preparing for the Top Ten League. Qingqing God won’t trouble me."
She paused, then added, with a hint of caution:
"Though… if Qingqing God ever comes to you, offering to teach you swordsmanship—or even adopt you as her son—remember: Never accept."
"That old hag has ulterior motives."
A smirk tugged at her lips, pride gleaming in her eyes.
"Relax. I’ll be fine. With my genius, I can master any path. Any sword style—easy as breathing."
"By the way, if you can pull out of the Qiongjiang God’s Spirit Armor experiment, do so quickly. Several Immortals are already watching the tension between Wanfa and Hehuan. This situation runs deep…"
She paused again, gathering her thoughts, then listed off her concerns like a warning chant—afraid Zhang Yu might step into a trap without realizing it.
Though she had so much more to say, time was short. She squeezed every essential warning into the few remaining moments, tucking her deeper emotions tightly away.
…
After finishing the recording, Bai Zhenzhen exhaled. The lightness in her smile vanished. Coldly, she turned to Wen Wuya and said:
"I’m done."
Her body thrummed with suppressed sword intent—like a volcano holding back an eruption.
For the past few moments, one thought had burned in her mind, unspoken, held back by sheer will:
Should I ask Yu to cultivate the Jiqing Sword Dao with me?
No. That path is cursed. I’ve already walked it—there’s no turning back. But he shouldn’t follow me down that road.
He has a bright future. Why would he throw it away?
Emotions warred within her, their storm reflected in the wild fluctuation of her sword energy.
Suddenly, she lifted her head, eyes locked on Wen Wuya.
In an instant, crimson sword beams materialized from thin air—lashing out at Wen Wuya’s face.
Crack! Boom!
The blades were nearly upon him when Wen Wuya snapped a sharp cry and thrust his finger forward, striking each blade mid-air, shattering them all.
Watching the fragments dissipate, Wen Wuya sighed in relief.
"Zhenzhen, you nearly carved my face off. This was brand new yesterday."
"Your emotions have been unusually volatile lately, after each video."
Bai Zhenzhen sneered, saying nothing.
Wen Wuya shook his head, sighing again.
"I’ve recorded countless videos for you. I’ve studied Jiqing Sword Dao deeply."
"From what I’ve seen… you’re not just using Zhang Yu as cultivation material."
Bai Zhenzhen glared. "What are you talking about? Zhang Yu is just raw material for my cultivation. Like you—nothing more than a hunger for his body, to fuel my progress."
"Am I wrong?" Wen Wuya smiled, dodging the sudden surge of crimson blades appearing around him. "You call that wanting his body?"
"You’re a believer in Sterilized Cultivation.
I’m embarrassed to say it… but you’ve fallen in love with him. True love. A spiritual descent. You’re already losing yourself to this path. If you keep going, you’ll be devoured by the Jiqing Sword Dao."
"Keep saying that, and I’ll rip your mouth off!" Bai Zhenzhen snarled.
A volley of red blades slashed through Wen Wuya’s mouth—cutting from within, the sound of steel on flesh echoing sharply.
Wen Wuya spat out smoke from his orifices. His tongue trembled uncontrollably, trembling in pain.
Bai Zhenzhen glared coldly.
"Wen Wuya, don’t you dare insult the bond between me and Yu—our brotherhood, our mother-son connection—with your trashy nonsense. Next time, I won’t just cut your face."
"Leave. I’m continuing cultivation. I need to prepare for the Top Ten League."
Her voice hardened.
"As long as I complete the Grand Slam, I’ll earn the Celestial Gate-Level Cultivation Technique. Then, even the Master can’t keep me locked up."
She clenched her fists.
"Righteous path or forbidden road—doesn’t matter. As long as I’m strong enough… I’ll make it work."
Wen Wuya thought to himself:
Is she finally furious? Yes. If I were in her shoes, unable to suppress my inner demons, I’d be too ashamed to face anyone. Too afraid of being mocked by the world.
But even if you’ve made a mistake… you must face it early, or there’s no chance to change.
Maybe this time, I’ve struck the core of your darkness. I hope you’ll finally make a firm decision—then come back, with your Divine Spirit Root, to cultivate with me again.
Yet as he thought of her vow to claim the Grand Slam, he couldn’t help but shake his head.
If not for her inner turmoil, would she even imagine such a dream?
Winning the Grand Slam… earning a Celestial Gate-Level Technique?
That would mean mastering a cultivation method reserved for the highest realms—during university.
Impossible.
No university, no Hua Shen… would allow that.
Someone obtaining such power would disrupt the balance among the Top Ten Elite Universities. So they’ve kept it sealed—no one can claim it. Whoever does… becomes the target of everyone.
…
"Human Life Seeds contain an overwhelming amount of Blood Pulse information.
Each cell holds data equivalent to a full video.
A single drop of Life Seeds contains hundreds of millions of cells. Just a few drops can store a cultivator’s entire lifetime of memories—crystal clear, hyper-detailed."
"And yet, with Hua Shen Spirit Armor, transferring all that information takes only five seconds of cultivation.
The speed? Millions of times faster than downloading in your dorm."
Ciji Zhenjun sighed.
"This level of efficiency—this miracle of information transfer—has existed since life itself began. Such is the mystery of Heaven’s Way."
"But Qiongjiang God’s Spirit Armor is even more extraordinary.
It transfers cultivation levels simply through exchanging Martial Energy."
"This means her understanding of Yin-Yang transcends mere physical transformation.
She has pierced the deepest secrets of cosmic harmony and the union of man and cosmos."
Zhang Yu listened, then asked:
"Teacher, about the prize from the Civil Engineering Finals—the Bishui Jinjing Armor… have you heard of it?"
Ciji Zhenjun shook his head.
"Never heard of it. Probably a military-grade tech below level 11. Something newly developed within the Sect."
"Only a guess, though. If you defeat Tianyao University, bring it back. Then I can verify what it truly is."
As Zhang Yu walked away from the laboratory, a thought echoed in his mind:
The Bishui Jinjing Armor appearing now… coinciding perfectly with the Great Saint’s Successor set? Could it really be that coincidental?
Three Great Saint’s Successor techniques already in my hands… and now a fourth?
He shared his thoughts with Fujie—though he left out the Chain Law Diagram and the Great Saint’s Successor lore.
Instead, he said only:
"I just… feel a strange pull toward that armor. Like Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa, the Cannibal Cow Serenity Heart Technique, and Wuliang Xin Nei Fashen—it all feels like it comes from Huangniu Great Saint."
Fujie tilted her head.
"Oh? Then it might not be coincidence after all."
Zhang Yu: "You think someone’s behind this?"
Fujie: "When a cultivator reaches great strength, even after death, their residual power—or even their legacy—can carry a will of its own."
"Perhaps, once you began collecting fragments of Huangniu Great Saint’s inheritance… the rest of it is drawn to you."
"Maybe… you’re the one attracting them."
…
Time flew.
The day of the Civil Engineering Finals arrived.
As the Flying Barge split the sky, Zhang Yu and his team descended upon Tianyao University.
Below, a vast plain stretched endlessly—punctuated by towering black skyscrapers, each resembling a coffin.
Zhang Yu stared, stunned. It was as if countless miniature versions of Wanfa University had been driven into the ground, packed tightly together—so dense they blocked the light.
Inside each building, Demon Descendants overflowed. Heads poked from windows. Others crawled across the walls, building makeshift, illegal structures in the narrow gaps between towers.
From high above, thick clouds of filth were casually tossed out. Zhang Yu even saw a body fall from a window—its descent triggering screams and curses.
When Zhang Yu stepped off the barge, a wave of stench hit him—urine, blood, decay, rot. The miasma of filth was overwhelming. He wrinkled his nose instinctively.
Mo Ejin warned:
"Rent a Spirit Artifact to filter the air. Tianyao University worships the Way of Might, where the strong survive. They conduct open animal experiments everywhere."
"Every tech they develop gets spread freely through Demon Descendant chat groups.
The disease and virus risk here is the highest—second layer.
A single demon you pass might carry a lethal pathogen, a mind-warping virus, or a contagious spiritual toxin.
Stay alert. And if you get sick? The school won’t cover medical costs."
(End of Chapter)
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