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Chapter 505: Champion of Civil Engineering
(Thank you to 'Silence Is Gold's Quality' for transferring funds to Zhang Yu ten times)
As the competition drew to a close, Zhang Yu had his limbs re-implanted, while Mo Ejin retrieved the Seven Supreme Spirit Armors from the battlefield.
Doctor stared at Zhang Yu’s battered body, still unwilling to let go. “Are you really sure you don’t need treatment?”
Zhang Yu shook his head. “Just reattach the parts I replaced with the Spirit Armors. As for the injuries from the match—don’t worry about them.”
He had no intention of spending money on treatment at Doctor’s clinic. Who knew how much they’d charge?
Still, even without medical care, the transplant had been extraordinarily expensive. The difference in physical bodies between Mo Ejin and Zhang Yu, the urgent demand for speed and time efficiency, and Zhang Yu’s unusually strong physique all made the procedure far more complex than usual.
All these factors combined meant the price was sky-high. In the end, it cost Zhang Yu nearly 8 Lingbi—leaving his account with barely 2 Lingbi, down from a previous balance of just over 10.
He’d already spent heavily on upgrading Spirit Artifacts earlier, in hopes of boosting his chances. But the investment hadn’t been wasted.
The Taiyi Jin Ye Dan had significantly extended the time he could endure against Xiang Shan. Though other Spirit Artifacts—like the Golden Thread Jade Disc—hadn’t proven effective in direct combat, they’d greatly improved construction efficiency when used to support his teammates. And in the long run, they’d boost company profits.
“Repairing the Seven Supreme Spirit Armors will probably cost another 5 to 10 Lingbi,” Zhang Yu sighed, mentally noting he’d have to owe Mo Ejin for now.
But despite the massive expense, in Zhang Yu’s eyes, every coin had been worth it.
Winning the Civil Engineering Competition meant securing the design blueprint for Military-Grade Armor—and locking in his transfer to the Alchemy Department. The road ahead of him, the Xian Dao Road, now stretched wide and open.
As his limbs were re-attached one by one, the four white oxen in his mind roared in unison. His blood and flesh, now activated, fused together under his will, sealing his wounds shut—just temporarily.
Over the next moments, the group waited patiently before stepping onto the stage for the awards ceremony.
In the spotlight, Zhang Yu led Wanfa University’s team up to the top podium.
Whether it was Mo Ejin, who had competed multiple times, or Su Yanyang, a first-time participant, everyone was overwhelmed with emotion. This was their first cross-school championship—something they’d never imagined.
“Finally, we’ve won first place,” Mo Ejin thought to himself. “Now, when I graduate, I won’t have any regrets.”
Shi Huaixu smiled. “With this achievement, no matter where we go—job hunting or postgraduate entrance exams—our chances just skyrocket.”
The thought filled him with hope. Life ahead now seemed bright and full of promise.
Su Yanyang sighed inwardly. “Ah… if Zhang Yu stays in Civil Engineering next year, I could just keep riding this wave of success. Too bad.”
Meanwhile, in the Ling Realm, Soul Cultivators watched in excitement.
Zhao Tianxing felt a deep sense of awe. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
Mo Tianyi, beside him, was ecstatic. “We’re just junior college students, but our resume today beats most of the Top Ten students.”
Ying Xin’s elders chuckled together. “Who would’ve thought we’d live to see a cross-school championship, even if only as ghosts?”
Che Yufei stared longingly at the podium, snapping photo after photo. “I’ll print myself into this one later.”
Suddenly, Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor scanned the Ling Realm—and seemed to notice the Soul Cultivators’ gaze.
“Why don’t you come up here too?” Zhang Yu said, turning toward them.
Zhao Tianxing blinked. “Me… us?”
Zhang Yu smiled. “You participated in the competition too. Come on up—let’s take the photo together.”
Before Zhao Tianxing could react, Ying Xin’s grandfather had already flashed behind Zhang Yu. Then Che Yufei squeezed in beside him.
One by one, Soul Cultivators crowded behind Wanfa University’s team, filling the podium so densely it looked like a sea of people.
Hu Yuntao hesitated for a moment—then stepped up.
“Screw it. I’m not staying at Tianyao University anyway.”
Surrounded by thousands of Demon Descendants in the real world and countless more in the Ling Realm, Hu Yuntao felt more radiant than ever before.
Zhao Tianxing quickly spent Lingbi to boost his pixel clarity and enlarged the size of his name tag, making sure he’d stand out in the photo.
All he could think: As soon as I get this picture, I’m posting it to Moments!
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On the other end of the Ling Realm network, Xiong Wenwu paused, staring at the scene.
“Hu Yuntao… that guy?”
Beside him, another bear spirit asked, “What’s so funny?”
Xiong Wenwu smiled. “My high school friend just won a championship.”
The bear blinked. “Wait—really?”
Before he could ask more, their boss called them out—both now carrying their master on their backs, back to work.
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Tian Xiang Zhenjun glanced at the podium, at the group of Wanfa University students and the Soul Cultivators behind them. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes.
This was the first time he’d seen someone pull Soul Cultivators onto the stage for a celebration.
Shaking his head slightly, Tian Xiang Zhenjun stepped forward to deliver the awards.
He looked at Zhang Yu, his expression calm. “I never expected that a student who hadn’t even earned a Military License half a year ago would now stand as the strongest in Civil Engineering.”
Zhang Yu humbly replied, “True Master, you flatter me.”
At that moment, the crowd erupted in boos. A flood of Demon Descendants unleashed foul, stinking spiritual miasma—thick with demonic aura—directly at Zhang Yu and his team.
Clearly, many were furious with Wanfa University.
But the filth didn’t land. It was effortlessly blocked by the protective barriers.
Tian Xiang Zhenjun then transmitted the design blueprint and usage rights for the Military-Grade Bishui Jinjing Armor to Wanfa University and the team.
With this, Wanfa could now manufacture and study the armor. Team members could also commission others to craft it.
Of course, using the armor required a Military License.
But once they had the blueprint, Wanfa would surely reward them internally.
Zhang Yu quickly scanned the blueprint, thinking: When I transfer to the Alchemy Department, I’ll study this in detail. Why is this Bishui Jinjing Armor included in the Chain Law Diagram Set?
Meanwhile, on the runner-up podium, Xiang Shan stood alone—empty, isolated.
Inside his Eye Armor, countless messages flashed across the screen.
“Why don’t you just die?”
“Give back the money!”
“If I were you, I’d drop out!”
The entire Ling Realm network of Tianyao University was filled with furious, insulting messages from Demon Descendants.
Audiences glared at him with contempt.
Teammates demanded the cost of Physical Body Revival.
Family members walked away in silence, returning to work to make up for lost time.
Though the crowd was dense, Xiang Shan felt an emptiness deeper than any void.
The more adoration he’d received on the battlefield, the more people had loved him—now, the same number hated him.
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After the ceremony, Wanfa University’s team returned home.
Still aboard the Flying Barge, news had already spread. Teammates received a flood of congratulations from classmates and professors.
When they finally stepped off the barge after crossing thousands of kilometers, they were immediately dragged to a banquet.
Before even entering the hall, the rich scent of food—roasted meat, steamed rice, savory broth—filled the air, making their stomachs growl.
Inside, banners and banners of congratulation hung everywhere, celebrating Wanfa University’s Civil Engineering Department’s victory.
The messages weren’t just from the Security, Pharmacology, and Alchemy Departments—Zhang Yu even spotted messages from several vice-presidents.
Mo Ejin chuckled. “It’s been years since we won. The teachers decided to throw a party to celebrate.”
Shi Huaixu smiled. “After all, it’s the first major achievement under Director Gao’s leadership.”
As Zhang Yu and the others entered, hundreds of eyes turned toward them.
He saw Ma Xuan and Gong Shuijin—Civil Engineering students. Feng Tingting, a transfer from Alchemy. High-achievers like Yan Qianji and Ye Xingli. Teachers from the department—Tu Lishan and Lang Yougong. Even professors and faculty from other departments had been invited.
And to his surprise, Xi Yun Zhenjun, the vice-president overseeing academics, had even lowered a Ling Realm projection, chatting warmly with Director Gao.
Under so many gazes, the team tensed at first—then straightened their spines, shoulders back.
Then, someone clapped.
Soon, the entire hall was applauding.
Zhang Yu looked around, thinking: This is… a bit much.
He opened his group chat and sent a message to Ciji Zhenjun:
Teacher, are you okay?
Ciji Zhenjun: Before you left, let Lao Gao enjoy his moment in the sun.
Zhang Yu: I mentioned my transfer during the competition to boost morale…
Ciji Zhenjun: No problem.
Meanwhile, Xi Yun Zhenjun smiled at Director Gao. “Lao Gao, you’ve done a great job leading Civil Engineering.”
Director Gao chuckled. “It’s the leadership of the school and the students’ hard work.”
Xi Yun Zhenjun said, “If you ever need anything, just let me know.”
Director Gao nodded. “We need to strengthen talent cultivation in Civil Engineering…”
Xi Yun Zhenjun thought to himself: After Zhang Yu transfers and Mo Ejin graduates, the department’s performance will likely plummet. We really need to invest in the next generation.
Then Director Gao waved Zhang Yu over and said to Xi Yun Zhenjun, “This boy did a lot this year. He’s talented. I hope you’ll look after him in the future.”
Xi Yun Zhenjun raised an eyebrow. Zhang Yu’s already transferring to Alchemy Department. Why are you asking me to look after him? You worry more about your own department.
(End of Chapter)
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