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Chapter 528: Zhang Yu's Bottom Line (Please Support with Your Monthly Votes)
“Ciji Zhenjun doesn’t seem to understand the issues concerning Laboratory Management, School Property Security, and our work at all,” Feng Yuhao said. “But her negligence— I can’t just ignore it.”
At that very moment, Zhang Yu’s consciousness surged across the layers of the Ling realms, directly plunging into the Taiqing Jing.
A wave of shock washed over Zhang Yu as he sensed it: Could the Taiqing Jing really break through the blockade? Sister’s Dao Seed is truly unfathomable.
At first, Zhang Yu had thought the Taiqing Fulu was on par with Bai Zhenzhen’s Qinglian Jiantai. But now, he increasingly felt that the potential of the Taiqing Fulu might even surpass that of the Qinglian Jiantai.
“Hmph?” In the grand hall, Zhang Pianpian’s eyes snapped open. “You’re sealed?”
After Zhang Yu explained the situation to her, she gave a faint smile. “It’s fine. No need to contact anyone. Just go back.”
Zhang Yu frowned. “Shouldn’t I inform Ciji Zhenjun about what’s happening here?”
Zhang Pianpian replied, “Ciji Zhenjun? Do you think she wouldn’t anticipate something like this? Feng Yuhao has been watching her lab for a long time—how could she not have prepared?”
“Once your Sun and Moon Connecting Bracelet went silent, she likely already knew. Right now, she’s probably observing you and Feng Yuhao from the shadows.”
“If you tried to send word through the Taiqing Jing now, you’d only expose your hand.”
“Go back.”
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High above, Director Gao stared down at Zhang Yu and Feng Yuhao, sighing helplessly. “Ciji, aren’t you going to act? How long are you going to wait?”
Ciji Zhenjun smiled. “Perfect. Let’s use this opportunity to test our disciple’s true worth, don’t you think?”
Director Gao shook his head. “You’re always so fond of testing human nature. But human nature doesn’t hold up under too much pressure.”
Ciji Zhenjun chuckled. “If someone hasn’t been tested through trials, how can I possibly trust them?”
“I know everything in this world has a price.”
“So I only feel safe using someone once I’ve determined their psychological price point.”
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On the ground, as Zhang Yu came back to his senses, he heard Feng Yuhao’s voice again.
“Hand over the key organs to me for safekeeping, and Ciji Zhenjun can apply for experiments using your material.”
“And I’m telling you—this is actually good for you.”
With that, Feng Yuhao’s fingertip shimmered with 300 Lingbi, triggering a ripple across Heaven and Earth.
“The school is offering 300 Lingbi to fully purchase your organ rights.”
As he spoke, a confident smile spread across his face.
He was certain that no Foundation Establishment student would refuse 300 Lingbi for the chance to sell their organs.
Zhang Yu stared at the 300 Lingbi, its aura distorting the air, the Balance digits flickering in the atmosphere, the whispers of Soul Cultivators echoing from the deep Ling realms. For a fleeting moment, doubt stirred within him.
Especially since his upcoming refinement of the Tian Ri Huang Shen prototype machine would require serious funding.
Though he’d received some support from the Alchemy Department lately, refining ten Alchemy Techniques in one go had drained him. His bank account now held barely over 50 Lingbi.
With 300 Lingbi in hand, his plans would be significantly strengthened.
Feng Yuhao added calmly, “Don’t worry—you won’t be excluded from future experiments. I’ll keep your items safe. Whenever you or Ciji Zhenjun wish to conduct experiments, just apply in advance.”
“I’m doing this for the security of laboratory property. I hope you understand, Zhang Yu.”
Zhang Yu shook his head firmly. “Unless my teacher agrees, I won’t sell.”
Feng Yuhao’s brow twitched. “You’ve recently applied for a project loan, haven’t you? The project was about the Tian Ri Huang Shen prototype machine?”
“The application was sent to my office yesterday.”
“But if you refuse to cooperate with us, I don’t think you deserve the school’s loan.”
Hearing the threat, Zhang Yu shook his head again. “It was my teacher who guided me step by step to where I am today. Every drop of blood in my body—without her consent, I won’t sell it.”
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High above, listening to this, Ciji Zhenjun let out a hearty laugh and turned to Director Gao. “Lao Gao, what do you think?”
Director Gao’s expression was complex. “Looks like he really does care about you, his master.”
Ciji Zhenjun smirked. “I think he’s putting on a show. Could he possibly have guessed we’re watching?”
Director Gao sighed. “Ciji, you’re too suspicious. It’s time to act.”
Then, in the next instant, Director Gao unleashed a palm strike—sudden and devastating.
The Disha Gravity beneath them erupted like boiling water.
Zhang Yu felt the world twist and stretch violently, reality warping and deforming as if being pulled into a massive Hollow.
This… is the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power? Zhang Yu’s mind raced. Jin Dan Level? No—this is at least Yuan Ying Level.
Under the twisted sunlight, the entire world dimmed.
At the same time, the chain Feng Yuhao had laid down shattered into fragments.
Feng Yuhao looked up, eyes cold, as Director Gao descended from the sky. “Gao Chongguang. You’re meddling in Alchemy Department affairs now? Are you really so willing to be used by Xiao Yurong? Running errands for her?”
Xiao Yurong was Ciji Zhenjun’s former name—the first time Zhang Yu had ever heard someone call her that.
Gao Chongguang replied coolly, “Our matters don’t concern you.”
As he spoke, the faint outline of the Jiutian Yuanyang Tower shimmered into view within the Ling realm.
Feng Yuhao sneered, retreating slowly. “Ciji Zhenjun, my actions are driven by pure public interest.”
“The Top Ten League is approaching. Every school is in crisis. My methods are the most secure.”
As Feng Yuhao vanished, Ciji Zhenjun appeared before Zhang Yu, studying him.
“Are you alright?”
Before Zhang Yu could even relax, Ciji Zhenjun added, “But Feng Yuhao did make a valid point.”
“Hehuan University hasn’t stopped seeking trouble. The upcoming Top Ten League will likely be full of turmoil.”
“For security’s sake, you’d be wise to hand over your items to me.”
Zhang Yu blinked, his face twisting with hesitation.
Ciji Zhenjun continued, “I won’t let you lose out. Feng Yuhao offered 300 Lingbi—so will I.”
But Zhang Yu still refused.
He remembered the moment he first arrived at Kunxu. He remembered the first time he heard the condition: sterilization was required for enrollment.
Back then, he had felt nothing but revulsion.
Yet over the years, under Kunxu’s relentless pressure, he had lowered his bottom line again and again—selling time, labor, sweat, blood, even seeds.
Now, was he finally to sell his organs?
After years of study, Zhang Yu felt like he’d returned to Songyang High School.
His mind flashed back to the interviewer’s question: Were you sterilized?
And this time, Zhang Yu refused.
“For survival, for life—I can accept some assimilation by Kunxu.”
“But I won’t let Kunxu erase me completely. I won’t become a true Kunxu person.”
In that moment, clarity struck.
From the very day he entered high school, sterilization had become a mental anchor—a line he drew between himself and the Kunxu natives.
In his mind, the four white oxen roared again and again, as if in agreement.
Zhang Yu raised his head, looking straight at Ciji Zhenjun.
“Teacher!”
“Why do you need 300 Lingbi? Whatever’s mine—anything you want, take it.”
“But I’d rather wait until my body refinement is complete, until I break through to Jin Dan, even to Foundation Establishment. Then I’ll offer you something far better.”
Though Zhang Yu had firmly resolved not to let Kunxu break his final bottom line, he knew that strategy mattered.
Ciji Zhenjun smiled. “Fine. If you don’t want to, then don’t.”
“Come on. Let’s go back.”
As they returned to University City, Ciji Zhenjun messaged Director Gao privately: This kid refused 300 Lingbi just to keep a single root?
Director Gao rubbed his chin, a faint smile forming. I haven’t seen a student like this in ages.
Ciji Zhenjun laughed. You were like that too, back then.
Director Gao’s face darkened. Why are you dragging me into this?
Ciji Zhenjun: I was just thinking—hundreds of years ago, the disciples we took in, weren’t they all like this when they were alive?
After a long silence, Director Gao replied: Yeah.
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Back in Wanfa University City, Ciji Zhenjun seized Zhang Yu’s arm, preparing to head straight to the lab.
He glanced at Director Gao, who stood watching nearby.
“You want to come along and watch?”
Director Gao waved dismissively. “Alchemy. What’s there to see?”
“I’ll go with Zhang Yu.”
With that, Ciji Zhenjun dragged Zhang Yu away, leaving Director Gao alone, staring at their retreating figures.
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A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Time had reached early September.
During this time, Zhang Yu had been tirelessly studying Spirit Artifact Diagrams. With the aid of the Taiqing Jing and his Alchemy Genius, he’d advanced rapidly—already mastering nearly half of the prerequisite diagrams needed to refine the Tian Ri Huang Shen prototype machine.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu had watched Ciji Zhenjun painstakingly develop the Yang Instrument Spirit Armor through biotechnology, iterating through countless versions until the final one was settled. The final design had now been pushed all the way to level 30—just one level away from meeting the requirements for Replication Dao Seed.
In the midst of this intense, productive routine, Zhang Yu began to sense a growing tension across the entire University City.
The new Top Ten League was about to begin.
And from Zhang Yu’s observations, this year’s competition among universities had reached an unprecedented level of intensity.
Amidst this fierce rivalry, under the eyes of countless observers, and completely unprepared for it—
a Financial Crisis struck.
(End of Chapter)
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