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Chapter 517: Receive My Jiqing Sword Dao
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As colorful light shimmered into existence, a vague silhouette slowly materialized within Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor.
A woman’s voice echoed into his ears.
“Zhang Yu… We meet again.”
Gazing at the hazy figure, Zhang Yu’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re… the Qingqing God?”
His mind raced with alarm: Damn. Wen Wuya’s movement has been exposed. Now it’ll be even harder to keep in contact with A Zhen.
Could she be here to settle accounts with me?
But this is Wanfa University City…
Zhang Yu suddenly recalled the moment when the Qiongjiang God had crossed the Ling Realm to descend upon the university, clashing fiercely with Wan Hua Shen Jun.
Even if Hua Shen God isn’t here in person, the aftermath of such a battle could still bankrupt me.
Should I call Ciji Zhenjun for help? Request aid from the three Immortals stationed at the school?
But that would completely sever any ties with the Qingqing God. Maybe I should just hear her out first…
As Zhang Yu’s thoughts spun wildly, the Qingqing God spoke calmly.
“Zhang Yu, I’ve often heard Bai Zhenzhen speak of you.”
“You wanted to join Hehuan University since high school, didn’t you?”
Zhang Yu froze, unsure how to respond. After a moment, he managed a sheepish smile. “Back then, I had no idea which major was worth it. Now, I just want to focus on mastering Alchemy Dao here in the Alchemy Department.”
The Qingqing God offered no reaction—only a quiet, “The Alchemy Department is indeed more reliable than Civil Engineering. If you hadn’t switched to Alchemy, I wouldn’t have bothered coming to you today.”
Pride swelled in Zhang Yu at the unexpected compliment—until the Qingqing God added:
“Since you’re in the Alchemy Department, I’ll offer you a slightly better deal.”
“1,000 Lingbi.”
“I’ll give you 1,000 Lingbi…”
Zhang Yu’s heart jolted—then sank.
Is she offering me 1,000 Lingbi to leave A Zhen? Ha. She really underestimates me. Even 1,000 Lingbi won’t make me agree.
The voice continued:
“In three days, you must arrive at Tianjian University. You’ll live with Bai Zhenzhen—eat, sleep, and cultivate sword techniques together every day. No matter what she does to you, you cannot resist. You must endure this for three full months.”
As she spoke, the number “1,000 Lingbi” appeared floating in Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor—ready to be transferred the instant he nodded.
Zhang Yu’s chest tightened. His resolve wavered.
1,000 Lingbi… and three months with A Zhen? That’s basically free money.
Say yes. Say yes. Say yes.
A voice inside him screamed to accept—but he clamped down with sheer willpower.
No. This is too suspicious.
Leaving for three months? Would Wanfa University even approve? What if my teachers refuse? And what if the Qingqing God plans something after I get to Tianjian? I can’t hand my fate over to her.
Especially as memories of Ciji Zhenjun’s warnings about the Jiqing Sword Dao, and the reports Director Gao had sent him on the Qingqing God’s disciples, surfaced in his mind—he regained his composure, silencing the inner temptation with cold logic.
Seeing through his inner struggle, the Qingqing God spoke again, her tone cool:
“Looks like you’re reluctant to leave your achievements at Wanfa University.”
“Fine. I’ll change the terms.”
A ripple of light swept across Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor—then a scroll materialized in midair.
Its cover bore four bold characters: Jiqing Sword Dao.
The Qingqing God declared:
“As long as you cultivate the Jiqing Sword Dao and reach level 10 within three years, I won’t interfere—no matter what you do. Even if you open a Mutual Cultivation Department at Wanfa University, invite Qiongjiang God to join, or bring Bai Zhenzhen along for a three-way cultivation, I’ll stay out of it.”
Zhang Yu froze.
His eyes locked onto the title—Jiqing Sword Dao—but his mind reeled with the horrifying reports he’d read: stories of disciples murdering their spouses, parents, even entire families.
If I train in this, will I become a killer too? Then I’ll be ruined—completely.
No… it’s not just ruin. It’s self-destruction. If I go mad and start killing… who among my friends could survive?
The Qingqing God asked, “Well? Are you unwilling?”
Zhang Yu exhaled slowly. “I don’t have the certification.”
“I only hold a Military Civil Engineering Certificate. That won’t register Jiqing Sword Dao, will it?”
The Qingqing God waved a hand dismissively. “Cultivate it in secret—no one will find out. No certification? That’s fine. If you reach level 10, I’ll arrange a makeup exam for you.”
Zhang Yu’s unease only deepened.
No certification? The risk is too great. I can’t risk getting caught. And this Jiqing Sword Dao… it’s unstable. The chance of exposure is too high.
Just then, the Qingqing God let out a cold scoff.
“You refuse one thing, you refuse another… always making excuses.”
“Receive the sword!”
Zhang Yu startled.
In an instant, the scroll in his Eye Armor snapped open—pages of Jiqing Sword Dao cultivation techniques flashing before his eyes at blinding speed. Within seconds, the entire method had burned into his mind.
The Qingqing God chuckled. “The Jiqing Sword Dao is now yours. With your martial talent, you’ll master the sword techniques quickly. You can’t run. You’re already destined to walk this path.”
“Like emotions, it grows naturally in the heart—unstoppable, impossible to erase.”
“Jiqing Sword Dao is like love. It takes root, spreads, and cannot be cut off.”
Zhang Yu glanced at his Feather Scroll, flipping through the Technique records.
But there was no trace of Jiqing Sword Dao.
If what the Qingqing God said is true—just now, I fully absorbed the entire method—why isn’t it registered?
Could it be…?
The Qingqing God continued, her voice laced with amusement:
“People say my Jiqing Sword Dao is a heretical path—against ethics, forbidden by society.”
“But only I know… it’s the true path. The problem lies not with the Dao, but with the Kunxu world—it’s the one that’s gone mad.”
Zhang Yu thought bitterly: Forget whether this is right or wrong… From the Feather Scroll’s behavior, this Jiqing Sword Dao isn’t complete at all.
He’d seen this happen before—when a technique wasn’t fully recorded, the scroll wouldn’t register it.
And the most common reason? The content was incomplete.
Is the Qingqing God cultivating an incomplete version of her own Dao?
Or… is she deliberately giving me a flawed version?
He dared not voice his suspicion. Without proof, accusing her would only bring trouble.
The Qingqing God added:
“Since you’ve learned the Jiqing Sword Dao, I’ll no longer cut off your connection with Bai Zhenzhen.”
“No. Not just no cut-off. From now on, you must call her for at least half an hour every day. Do you understand?”
Zhang Yu blinked. “Huh?”
“Fail once in a day? I’ll warn you.”
“Miss three days in a month? I’ll expose your cultivation of the Jiqing Sword Dao.”
“Believe me—having ‘Cultivated Jiqing Sword Dao’ on your resume? That’s a career killer. Especially in the Alchemy community.”
“You wouldn’t want your teacher, Ciji Zhenjun, to find out you’ve been secretly training this Dao, would you?”
Zhang Yu silently fumed: Damn it… You’re using it as blackmail, yet you still call it the righteous path?
Then, a flash of light—Bai Zhenzhen’s face appeared.
Not a recording. This was a real-time, cross-Ling Realm transmission.
Bai Zhenzhen stared at him, her voice urgent: “Yu-zi… did you really cultivate the Jiqing Sword Dao?”
The Qingqing God’s soft laughter echoed.
“He’s learned it. I’ve already passed it to him.”
Bai Zhenzhen’s face paled. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she stared at Zhang Yu.
“Yu-zi… really? You actually did?”
The Qingqing God smiled. “I’ve reviewed Zhang Yu’s records. With his martial talent, he’s likely already reached Level 1 of the Jiqing Sword Dao.”
“Zhang Yu… how do you feel? Any pressure building inside? That urge to rush to Tianjian University? Do you feel sword qi stirring within you?”
Beneath Bai Zhenzhen’s anxious gaze and the Qingqing God’s hypnotic words, Zhang Yu felt awkward admitting he hadn’t actually cultivated anything.
Even though he’d seen flashes of sword forms and movements earlier—fleeting, unstructured—none had made sense. He couldn’t grasp a single technique.
After all, Zhang Yu had three rules:
- Never cultivate incomplete techniques.
- Never cultivate techniques not registered on the Feather Scroll.
- Never cultivate techniques that can’t be switched in the Scroll’s Specialization.
And Jiqing Sword Dao? It was the kind of technique he’d never even consider.
Bai Zhenzhen bit her lower lip, eyes filled with sorrow.
“Yu-zi… it’s my fault. I’ve led you down this heretical path.”
Her body erupted with crimson sword qi, her eyes flashing with sharp, piercing light.
“Don’t worry. I’ll speed up my own cultivation. Once I’m strong enough, I’ll personally purge your Jiqing Sword Dao cultivation.”
Remembering how Zhang Yu had risked everything to exchange Spirit Roots with her, she clenched her teeth.
“From now on… we should stop contacting each other. I’m afraid too much time with me will make your cultivation progress too fast…”
“No.” The Qingqing God’s voice cut through, icy and final.
“You don’t stop. You meet every day—in the Ling Realm.”
Her sinister laughter echoed between them.
“Yes. Not just meet. I’ll open a private space in the Ling Realm—so you two can be together every single day. You’ll stay entwined. You’ll be inseparable. You’ll be glued to each other. You’ll be in love—forever. Hahaha…!”
(End of Chapter)
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