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Chapter 536: Kunxu's Zero-Value Grab (Requesting Monthly Tickets)
“Grabbing shit! Grabbing shit!”
“Get lost! All mine!”
“Hahaha, haven’t eaten this full in ages!”
Watching the frenzied chaos of the alchemists-turned-ascetics, Zhang Yu and Mo Ejin casually unleashed their Disha Gravity—its overwhelming force sweeping through the crowd like a storm, instantly knocking them all unconscious.
This was the third wave of Cultists they’d encountered on their journey. Though these Cultists clearly looked like destitute wanderers who’d been surviving on the streets for days, the sight still sent a chill through many students from the Civil Engineering Department. They hadn’t realized—unnoticed until now—how many of these heretical followers had quietly infiltrated the heart of Wanfa University City.
As time passed, the group soon noticed something more alarming: with no Zheng Shen oversight, no surveillance, and no intervention from the university’s elite, more and more people began acting recklessly. The city descended further into chaos.
A passerby, in the midst of fighting a Cultist, had killed the enemy and stripped off their Spirit Armor.
Others joined the Cultists in storming a store, looting its supplies without restraint.
Still others screamed about reincarnation and rebirth, launching suicidal attacks that only intensified the violence, claiming more lives.
Burning fires. Explosions. Dead bodies. Brutal combat. And from deep beneath the earth, tremors shook the ground at irregular intervals.
The scene before them was unrecognizable—this once-familiar University City now felt alien, warped.
“Professor Tu Lishan!”
Just as relief began to settle over the group, a shadow wreathed in black smoke clashed violently with Tu Lishan.
The clash of Jin Dan-level martial energies sent shockwaves through the air. Zhang Yu and Mo Ejin immediately activated the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, dragging the others back in a desperate retreat.
But for Foundation Establishment cultivators, a Jin Dan-level battle was still too terrifying. The aftershocks scattered them like leaves in a gale. The once-cohesive group was instantly torn apart.
Zhang Yu glanced around. Thankfully, Yu Xinghan, Le Mulan, Xiao Qingxuan, Shi Huaixu, Shi Yunxiang, and Ying Xin—his six companions from the same dorm—had stayed close, refusing to be separated.
…
Meanwhile, outside Zhang Yu’s dormitory.
A figure—disguised as a man—smashed the door open, stepped inside, and found the room empty. He sighed.
“Zhang Yu… they’re gone?”
Behind him, a towering figure wrapped in thick, swirling black mist spoke softly.
“This is the place where you said Zhang Yu lived?”
The man nodded.
“That’s him. Not only is he a prodigy from the Civil Engineering Department, but he passed his Military License exam as a third-year student, mastered the 20th-level Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, and even transferred to the Alchemy Department. His talent is unparalleled.”
“He also participated in the Hua Shen Yin Qi Experiment. He must’ve gained significant advantages from it—there’s no doubt he knows secrets about the project.”
The towering figure smirked.
“Indeed, he’s exactly the kind of talent we need. If we successfully bring him into the Cult, the Sect Leader will be very pleased. There will be great rewards.”
He turned back to the man.
“What do you think? Do you believe he’ll join willingly?”
The man’s voice hardened.
“Zhang Yu has helped me so much. How could I let him continue drowning in the mud of the Top Ten Sects? Whether he wants to or not—no matter what, I’ll force him into the Cult, even if I have to drag him by the hair.”
“But we don’t know where they are now…”
The towering figure waved a hand.
“No matter.
Ling Realm Collapse doesn’t mean the Ling Realm is gone. It merely means the Sect Leader has temporarily seized control over the Ling Realm both inside and outside Wanfa University.”
“At this moment, for the university’s students and faculty, the Ling Realm is unusable.
But for us? We can still tap into fragments of Ling Realm energy to summon nearby resources.”
“And since we’ve found the location where Zhang Yu once stayed… finding him won’t be difficult.”
With a flick of his finger, the towering figure summoned the surveillance feed from the dorm’s vicinity.
“Oh? Mo Ejin?”
“Perfect. We’ll take him too.”
…
Moments later, on the shattered streets.
Mo Ejin knelt half-dead, bloodied and broken, staring in shock at the man in front of him and the massive figure behind him. His face twisted in grim disbelief.
“You…?”
The man’s face had been altered—deformed beyond recognition—but even so, a cruel, triumphant smile lingered on his lips.
Watching the once-proud senior now kneeling at his feet, the man couldn’t suppress a laugh.
“Mo Ejin… never thought this day would come. Never thought you’d end up on your knees before me.”
“Even with perfect grades? Even with your status? Now you’re just like me—joining the Cult.”
Crack.
The towering figure shattered Mo Ejin’s last resistance with a single gesture, then casually lifted him by the collar.
“Let’s go. There’s still Zhang Yu.”
The man hurried after, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Zhang Yu… I’m coming for you.
The thought filled him with a deep, festering resentment.
Why did you help Le Mulan? Why did you help Yu Xinghan? Why did you help Ying Xin? Why not me?
The truth was far from what he’d claimed earlier. His desire to bring Zhang Yu into the Cult wasn’t gratitude—it was vengeance.
How many times did I try to win your favor? How many times did I beg you? I gave everything—tried to please you in every way I could. And what did I get?
For days, I waited outside your dorm like a dog, begging, pleading, just to receive a sliver of martial energy. What did you do?
A storm of fury surged through Li Xiao’s chest.
Zhang Yu… you were just playing with me. Playing with me and Ji Yuanchi.
Why couldn’t you help us more?
If only you’d given us a little more… Ji Yuanchi might still be alive. I wouldn’t have had to join the Unemployed Cult.
In the suffocating grip of the ongoing economic crisis, Li Xiao’s faith in his Xian Dao path—his very future—had crumbled. And seeing Zhang Yu’s effortless success only deepened the agony of envy, jealousy, and helplessness.
We’re both First Layer cultivators. Why is the gap so wide?
Why did you help others, but never me?
You had so many resources… just a little more would’ve saved me from this disaster.
That pain reached its peak after Ji Yuanchi’s death.
And so he joined the Unemployed Cult—voluntarily handing over Zhang Yu’s whereabouts.
And the Cult responded with eager enthusiasm.
Now, finally, he saw Zhang Yu ahead—just a short distance away. A twisted, feverish joy surged through him.
Hahaha… Zhang Yu. No matter how good your grades are, how brilliant your transfer, how much of a genius in Alchemy—you’ll end up just like me. Just like me. Hahaha!
At that same moment, Zhang Yu and his companions spun around, eyes locked onto the towering figure charging toward them from behind, and Li Xiao, trailing far behind.
Seeing Mo Ejin limp and lifeless in the hands of their enemy, Zhang Yu’s heart sank.
Then, the towering figure flicked his finger—activating the Ling Realm’s power.
A surge of ancient formation energy flared to life, sealing off the entire battlefield.
With a series of deafening cracks, the surrounding buildings and streets warped and twisted—forming massive, impenetrable walls that sealed the entire area.
The figure spoke, voice calm and chilling.
“You may call me Wuying.”
“There’s no Ling Realm surveillance here. The surrounding structures are temporarily sealed. No one will hear our conversation.”
“Zhang Yu. I’d like to invite you to join the Unemployed Cult.”
He glanced at the others.
“And of course, any of you are welcome to join as well.”
Zhang Yu’s mind raced. He forced a smile.
“Sorry, but unemployment leaves too much damage on one’s resume. I’m not considering it right now.”
Wuying remained expressionless.
“Won’t you at least hear the terms? If you join, you’ll have access to every technique the Cult possesses—expert-level, military-grade, even.”
“Not just from Wanfa University. We have military-grade techniques from universities across the country.”
Zhang Yu’s pulse dropped.
If he’s telling the truth… that means the Unemployed Cult has spies in multiple universities. That’s how they’ve collected all these techniques.
He forced a chuckle.
“Too bad… none of them come with certification, huh?”
Wuying replied coolly.
“Xian Dao cultivation doesn’t need certification. True mastery of high-level techniques enhances your power. What does a piece of paper matter? It’s just empty fame, external trappings.”
Zhang Yu sneered inwardly.
If I cultivate any of their techniques… I’d become a weapon in their hands. A liability. A trap.
Seeing the flicker of doubt in Zhang Yu’s eyes, Wuying sighed.
“It seems you misunderstand us. I’ll have to take you by force… and then we’ll talk.”
Before he could finish, Zhang Yu’s body surged with Gang Qi—suddenly entering the Yishan Lishi state.
Then, Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power erupted, fused with Jiuxiao Yun Kongjin—Zhang Yu unleashed everything in a single, desperate all-out strike.
Move Mountains to the Ninth Heaven!
Thousand-Hand Sacred Martial Might!
Dozens of golden spiritual waves—like the combined might of a thousand warriors—raced toward Wuying, closing in from all sides.
The ground trembled. The air shattered.
Wuying was swallowed by the torrent of golden flames.
But in the next instant—before anyone could react—Wuying tore through the Gang Qi like paper, then calmly pointed a single finger at Zhang Yu’s chest.
Crack!
The sound of gold armor shattering echoed through the air. Zhang Yu’s chest exploded open, blood spraying in a crimson arc.
“Jin Dan!”
The overwhelming martial energy radiating from Wuying sent fear rippling through everyone present.
Wuying spoke softly.
“If you come with me peacefully, you’ll suffer less.”
Just as the battle seemed decided, Zhang Yu spat a massive gout of blood—blood mixed with Gang Qi—toward Wuying.
Wuying casually waved it aside, then struck with another palm.
Zhang Yu flew backward, crashing into a wall.
This time, Wuying’s brow twitched—surprised.
This guy… is too durable.
Zhang Yu’s mind raced:
Should I activate the Divine Spirit Root?
Against a Jin Dan cultivator… my chances of survival are zero.
But if I use the hidden power of the Divine Spirit Root, I might create an opening to escape.
But… that would expose my secret.
And once it’s revealed… not just to the Cult… but to Yu Xinghan and the others.
Joining the Cult?
For Zhang Yu, that was the absolute worst option—worse than death.
He even suspected that if he joined, the Cult’s idiotic ritual would activate immediately, killing him on the spot.
(End of Chapter)
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