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Chapter 533: Zhang Yu's Refugee Camp
Seeing the condition of Ying Xin and Shi Yunxiang, Zhang Yu immediately understood that their time had been far from easy.
At the same moment, both Ying Xin and Shi Yunxiang felt Zhang Yu’s gaze fall upon them.
Ying Xin gave a light wave, then sent a message:
Zhang Zong!
Zhang Yu: What’s wrong with your Spirit Armor?
Ying Xin: Didn’t have time to fix it.
Ying Xin: Repairing Spirit Armor is way too expensive now. I’m just gonna wait it out until this economic crisis passes.
Zhang Yu: Company Group Chat—your family’s avatars all seem to be darkened.
Ying Xin: The economic crisis hit hard. Work’s almost impossible to find, so they’ve frozen their accounts for now.
Ying Xin: Don’t worry, Zhang Zong. If anything comes up, all four generations of us will pull through.
Ying Xin: If we need more hands, I’ll wake them up right away.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Shi Yunxiang was also sending a message.
Shi Yunxiang: Senior, wanna buy some meat?
Shi Yunxiang: People are going absolutely crazy with hunger—some are even trying to steal my meat just to sell it.
Shi Yunxiang: I figured, rather than live in fear, I’d just sell it to you. Then I’ll have barely any meat left—no one’ll bother me anymore.
Without a word, Zhang Yu activated his Disha Gravity, his body flickering in midair as he instantly appeared before the two.
Seeing the exhaustion in Shi Yunxiang’s eyes, Zhang Yu clapped him gently on the shoulder and said:
“Don’t worry. Now that I’ve shown up, few will dare to target you.”
“Keep the meat. Train hard. There’s still room to grow.”
Before either of them could react, Zhang Yu reached out, grasping both of their hands and pouring a stream of pure Martial Energy into their bodies.
The moment the energy surged through them, both Ying Xin and Shi Yunxiang exhaled in quiet relief, their faces softening with comfort.
For the next few days, whenever Zhang Yu spent an hour supervising the Construction Site, he’d take the chance to feed them a little more Martial Energy.
Each time, they’d patiently wait by the side, letting him finish his work before accepting the energy.
At first, Zhang Yu assumed they were just punctual. But one night, when he arrived at the site for work, he was surprised to see Ying Xin and Shi Yunxiang already waiting nearby—An An quietly standing by, eyes alert.
Later, he learned that they’d been camping out at the site every single day, searching for work.
During this time, Zhang Yu had also run into Su Yanyang, who, thanks to his exceptional strength, managed to snag a few jobs.
But after observing him closely, Zhang Yu noticed something odd—Su Yanyang would work for one day, then vanish for several days straight. Whether he couldn’t secure jobs consistently or was busy with other tasks, Zhang Yu couldn’t tell.
Now, seeing Shi Yunxiang and Ying Xin again, their conditions had worsened.
Shi Yunxiang’s fur was matted and tangled, his body visibly thinner. Both had lost a limb and an eye—evidently, they’d stripped off every removable part of their Spirit Armor to reduce their body’s energy consumption.
Recalling the days when Ying Xin and Shi Yunxiang had fought side by side with him on the battlefield, claiming victory after victory, and remembering the ashes Ying Xin had once given him—Zhang Yu made up his mind.
After wrapping up his work, Zhang Yu approached them and asked:
“You two… don’t have a place to stay?”
They nodded.
Fujie sighed, clearly annoyed:
“Young man, are you really gonna bring more people into the dorm again? We’re already full of penniless ghosts! The stench of poverty clings to everything. Don’t you feel it?”
“Yeah, they helped you before. But they can’t help you now.”
“There are tons of college students out there—just pay money, and you can hire one.”
Ignoring Fujie’s complaints, Zhang Yu looked at them and said:
“Come with me. Just squeeze in my dorm for now.”
Ying Xin blinked in surprise, then quickly said:
“No need, Zhang Zong. I don’t want to rent.”
Shi Yunxiang nodded eagerly:
“Rent’s too expensive. We’d rather stay here at the Construction Site until the crisis passes.”
Zhang Yu smiled.
“Come on. No rent. Stay until the crisis ends.”
They stared at him, stunned, disbelief written all over their faces. After Zhang Yu explained again, they finally believed it—truly, he was offering them free shelter.
Thud.
Both dropped to their knees, eyes glistening with emotion.
“Zhang Zong!”
“Senior!”
In the depths of Zhang Yu’s Eye Armor, the grateful spirits of Ying Xin’s elders flickered into view.
Fujie groaned:
“Damn it… another loss. Zhang Yu, you just keep meddling in other people’s lives!”
Under the curious stares of his roommates, Zhang Yu led the two back to the dorm—making the already snug space even more packed.
Seeing the others inside, Ying Xin and Shi Yunxiang were equally shocked.
After a round of polite greetings, they settled into corners of the room. Ying Xin and Shi Yunxiang took the seats closest to the door, immediately beginning their TimeBreathing Technique to absorb Spirit Energy.
Xiao Qingxuan and Shi Huaiyu leaned near the training area, quietly scanning the spiritual world for part-time work.
Yu Xinghan’s eyes shimmered with flickering light as he watched a martial arts video, all while handling his work.
With the economic crisis triggered by the Hua Shen Conflict, Yu Xinghan’s wellness company had seen a sharp decline in business. But since it was his mentor’s venture, he hadn’t been laid off—yet.
Closer to Zhang Yu, Le Mulan sat against the wall, eyes closed. Her body alternated between waves of icy chill and scorching heat—she was practicing the pharmaceutical techniques of the CultivationPharmacology Department, synthesizing medicine within her own body.
At the far end sat Zhang Yu himself, beside the spot where Zhang Pianpian usually slept.
But Zhang Pianpian was currently participating in the Top Ten League, so she wasn’t staying in the dorm this time.
Suddenly, Zhang Yu waved at Ying Xin.
“Let me take a look at your damaged Spirit Armor.”
Moments later, Zhang Yu activated Yuhuo Shenjian, unleashing a stream of true fire. Under Ying Xin’s bewildered gaze, he carefully repaired the armor just enough to make it functional.
On the other side, Xiao Qingxuan turned to Shi Yunxiang and said:
“You’ve got injuries. Let me check them.”
“But I’m using ancient medical techniques. If you don’t trust me, that’s fine.”
With prices skyrocketing, medical costs had become unbearable. Like many others, Shi Yunxiang had been enduring his wounds, hoping they’d heal on their own.
When he heard Xiao Qingxuan’s words, his first question was: “How much does it cost?”
Xiao Qingxuan simply said:
“Relax. I don’t have a medical license. I can’t charge.”
Hearing that, Shi Yunxiang let out a sigh of relief:
“Alright, go ahead. Do whatever you want.”
Hours passed.
Then, a projection flickered into the air.
Yu Xinghan said:
“The match has started?”
Zhang Yu nodded, confirming it.
These days, while cultivating inside the Taiqing Jing, Zhang Yu also played the Top Ten League matches in the dorm—just as background noise.
Most of the time, everyone casually glanced at the screen, barely paying attention. Only when the Hua Shen Conflict appeared did their focus sharpen.
It was then that the group, affected by the economic crisis, could catch a fleeting glimpse of the shifting world.
On screen, Dao Qiankun—prodigy of Wanfa University’s Dao Arts Department—was casting Dao Incantations, summoning meteorological disasters that tore apart the floating battlefields like paper.
Zhang Yu sent another message to Bai Zhenzhen. No reply.
He thought to himself: A few days ago, I still saw A Zhen rank tenth in the Du Jian. Security must be fine.
Then, Xiao Qingxuan suddenly growled:
“They’re fighting again.”
Zhang Yu turned sharply.
A burst of radiant light split the sky—no one could tell who was clashing, but the chat was already exploding with speculation.
Yu Xinghan said:
"Can't tell who's involved. We'll have to wait for someone in the spiritual world to post a ten-thousand-word breakdown."
Soon, they began watching the analysis video.
“The one who unleashed the thousand-mile aurora—definitely Tianyan God from Wanfa University. No surprise. He’s the Dao Arts Supreme. Rumor has it he holds over ten thousand Dao Arts patents. Just the licensing fees alone are astronomical. His specialty? Studying others’ Dao Arts, adapting them, improving them rapidly—after just a few iterations, he surpasses the original.”
“The other figure? Silent, almost invisible. But our data shows the coin price fluctuations during the fight were most extreme not just for Wanfa University—but also for Hehuan University. So this one is almost certainly Lingxi God from Hehuan University.”
“Lingxi God’s strikes seem quiet, but that’s exactly the power of the Heavenly Yin-Yang Grand Ode. The thunder comes in silence. You don’t even realize you’re falling in love—until it’s too late. No wonder he’s a Network red god with over a billion fans. If he had no patents, no assets, he could still sustain an entire school just on fan donations.”
“This time, I didn’t even realize it—but I ended up donating 5 Lingbi to Lingxi God. Can you understand that kind of charm? Everyone, go hard for her!”
Even just glancing at the Top Ten League every day, watching the Hua Shen clashes, the group could feel the tension rising.
The Hua Shen Gods from the top ten universities were entering the fray one by one. Zhang Yu could sense a subtle division forming.
On one side: Wanfa University, Tianjian University, Xianbing University, and Jinguang University.
On the other: Youming University, Baigu University, Tianmo University, and Hehuan University.
As the Hua Shen moved, the economic crisis deepened.
The Financial Storm warning level had risen from 1.8 to 2.3. Stocks and coin prices kept crashing. Prices soared. Jobs vanished.
People without work spent more time resting. The spiritual world echoed with righteous gods spreading anti-cult propaganda.
Even Zhang Yu’s luxurious dorm had begun restricting Spirit Energy supply—just enough to keep the five of them alive.
Zhang Yu said nothing. He simply remained submerged in the Taiqing Jing, studying one Spirit Artifact Diagram after another.
(End of Chapter)
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