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Chapter 518: Hold On Tight (Thank you, 'What Should We Eat Tonight?' for your MVP donation)
“No!” Bai Zhenzhen cried out, her voice trembling with fury and dread as she stared at Qingqing God. “Teacher! How could you do this? Are you trying to kill Zhang Yu? One moment of losing control and he’s done for!”
Her heart raced with fear. With Yu-zi’s feelings for me, and that terrifying martial talent of his—if he really goes through with this… his Jiqing Sword Dao might skyrocket to unimaginable heights.
Not just 10th-level Jiqing Sword Dao—could even reach 20th level. The risk of losing control would only grow with every step.
Once that happens, even the slightest emotional ripple could trigger a collapse…
Wanfa’s Alchemy Department won’t be able to contain him. All his years of hard work would be wasted. He’d end up stuck with this useless Jiqing Sword Dao—just like me.
And during that collapse… how much damage would he cause? How much would he have to pay? How many debts would pile up?
Not to mention the lawsuits—no Military License means legal trouble. If Wanfa doesn’t come to his aid, they might seize his Physical Body outright…
The thought sent ice through her veins. She raised her hand, desperate to sever the connection with Zhang Yu.
But Qingqing God gave a cold scoff. A surge of sword intent erupted into the sky, piercing through the Heaven-Scanning Flying Sword, instantly restoring and reinforcing the link between them.
“Hmph,” Qingqing God said, “You were the one who kept trying to sneak contact with Zhang Yu earlier, weren’t you?”
She smirked. “Now that I’ve given you the chance to reconnect, why are you pulling away?”
Suddenly—boom!—Bai Zhenzhen dropped to her knees.
“Mom… please… just let him go. Let’s cut the connection.”
Zhang Yu froze, his body tensing at the sight. “Zhenzhen!”
“Don’t speak!” Bai Zhenzhen snapped, her voice sharp with panic. “Close your eyes! Don’t look at me. Don’t think of me. Don’t let your Jiqing Sword Dao level rise any further!”
She turned her gaze toward Qingqing God’s blurred silhouette and pleaded, “Mom… I promise I’ll cultivate Jiqing Sword Dao properly. Just don’t let Zhang Yu contact me anymore. Don’t let him grow so fast!”
Qingqing God’s tone remained calm. “If you’re serious about cultivating Jiqing Sword Dao, shouldn’t you be training with Zhang Yu every day?”
Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes flared with sword energy. She dropped her forehead toward the ground, ready to bow—when a single blade of Qi shot out, halting her.
Feeling the power surging within Bai Zhenzhen, Qingqing God nodded approvingly. “Look—your Jiqing Sword Dao has advanced again. My method works.”
“I beg you, Mom! Master! Please, don’t make Zhang Yu go down this path!” Bai Zhenzhen cried.
Qingqing God tilted her head. “I don’t understand. What’s so bad about the Jiqing Sword Dao? You chose this path yourself. What’s the problem?”
“Don’t give me that helpless look. If you kneel again, if you bow—then I’ll send you straight to Wanfa University. Right into Zhang Yu’s room. And I’ll make sure you hug him tight every day. Wanfa won’t stop me.”
Bai Zhenzhen’s blood ran cold. She could already see it—two figures locked in embrace, their Jiqing Sword Dao levels spiraling out of control, both collapsing in agony.
She forced herself to rise, her face pale with dread. She looked at Zhang Yu across the screen, the future between them now painted in bleak, gray tones.
Qingqing God said softly, “You refused to change partners when I asked. So don’t blame me for being strict.”
“You wanted Zhang Yu to cultivate your Jiqing Sword Dao? Then go ahead. Keep going.”
“Worst case? When you realize he’s not your best choice, and the sword’s backlash hits… I’ll refine you into a Flying Sword and add you to my collection.”
With that, Qingqing God opened a private space within the Ling Realm and summoned both Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu into it.
“A Zhen!” Zhang Yu’s voice trembled as he saw her appear before him. He shifted, wanting to move—but stopped.
Through Ciji Zhenjun’s explanation, Director Gao’s report, and the conversation just now, Zhang Yu finally understood what Jiqing Sword Dao truly was.
It was a military-grade sword art fueled entirely by emotion.
The deeper the bond, the greater the talent—then the faster the cultivation.
Given how close A Zhen and I are… she should be skyrocketing in this path.
But she clearly doesn’t want me to get stronger…
Zhang Yu recalled the news reports—men who had killed their wives, their children, their entire families, all after cultivating similar arts.
Could it drive someone mad?
So she’s afraid… afraid that if I grow stronger through our bond, I’ll lose control…
As these thoughts raced through his mind, Qingqing God’s voice cut in again.
“Standing there like a statue? Get over here and hug her!”
Seeing Bai Zhenzhen’s resistance, Qingqing God added coldly, “You want me to send you to Zhang Yu’s dorm? That’s not a problem.”
Bai Zhenzhen felt every bone in her body dissolve. She dragged herself forward, step by painful step.
Zhang Yu watched her struggle, his brow furrowed. Should I prove I haven’t mastered Jiqing Sword Dao? That way, she wouldn’t have to worry about me advancing.
But then another thought struck him—fast.
If Qingqing God’s “backlash” refers to emotional instability…
What if they think I can’t learn Jiqing Sword Dao because I lack emotion?
Would that trigger backlash in A Zhen?
He watched her trembling, mind racing.
Then—Bai Zhenzhen’s arms wrapped around him.
Her body shuddered.
“Hahaha!” Qingqing God laughed. “Yes! That’s it! That’s perfect! How do you feel now? Don’t you feel the extreme sword intent building inside you? Can’t you hold back anymore?”
Inside Bai Zhenzhen, crimson sword energy surged violently—like a storm of red flame rippling across her skin. The air crackled with each wave, leaving deep, jagged cuts in the floor and walls.
But Zhang Yu—silent, still.
Not a flicker of sword intent. Not a trace of martial energy. Not even a ripple in his Gang Qi.
Qingqing God’s voice cut in, icy. “See that, Bai Zhenzhen? Open your eyes. Look closely. There’s no sign of Jiqing Sword Dao advancement on Zhang Yu at all.”
“You’ve cultivated this art for years. You should know why.”
Bai Zhenzhen’s face paled. Her sword energy flared even more violently—roaring like a beast trapped in chains.
Zhang Yu’s heart sank. Did I trigger her backlash?
He remembered Qingqing God’s words—about the backlash, about being refined into a Flying Sword.
Without hesitation, he tightened his embrace.
“It’s okay, A Zhen. Trust me. I can control it.”
“You don’t have to worry about me.”
He knew—there was no explanation. No logic. No reason could stand against Qingqing God’s authority or Bai Zhenzhen’s fear.
So he abandoned words entirely.
He trusted only the bond between them.
Because their trust had long surpassed logic, proof, or reason.
And as Zhang Yu spoke, gently, sincerely—Bai Zhenzhen’s sword energy calmed.
The wild, roaring flames of crimson Qi softened, settling like a gentle aura around her—calm, flowing, peaceful.
Still locked in his arms, she nodded slowly.
“…I believe you.”
Zhang Yu felt a sinking weight in his chest.
He’d stopped the backlash—for now. But he’d also pushed her deeper into the Jiqing Sword Dao path. She was now even more committed, even more entangled.
“Good. Good.” Qingqing God chuckled. “Perfect partners for cultivating Jiqing Sword Dao.”
At that moment, a private message appeared in Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor.
Qingqing God: Kid, you’d better fool her for life. Otherwise, it’ll be either her getting refined into a Flying Sword… or you getting cut down by her.
Zhang Yu’s breath caught. He looked down at Bai Zhenzhen, whispering silently in his heart.
A Zhen… I’ll become strong enough that you’ll never be able to kill me. Strong enough that no matter how hard you try, you can’t take me out. Then even if you go farther down this path… it won’t matter.
Bai Zhenzhen listened to his heartbeat, her own heart aching.
Yu-zi… I’ll adapt to this Jiqing Sword Dao slowly—just like I did with the Spirit Root. I’ll learn to harmonize with it. No matter what you do in the future… my sword won’t turn against you. I swear—I’ll never hurt you.
Half an hour passed.
Then the connection severed.
Bai Zhenzhen’s form faded slowly from view.
In the days that followed, Zhang Yu trained with even greater intensity—shuttling between the Construction Site, classrooms, the Laboratory, and the Taiqing Jing. He never rested. His Lingbi account flickered constantly, burning through resources without pause.
But despite his efforts, the Project Funding from the Construction Site remained unapproved.
By late April, Zhang Yu finally sent a message.
When’s the funding coming?
The reply came back coldly:
Don’t make me hear you ask again. If you ask once more… wait until next year.
Zhang Yu blinked.
Who is this guy? Doesn’t he know I’m under Ciji Zhenjun’s protection?
He didn’t react rashly. Instead, he quietly dug into the man’s background.
Turns out, the one in charge of disbursement was Lei Jizhenjun—Ciji Zhenjun’s younger brother.
(End of Chapter)
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