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Chapter 548: The Kneel (Please Vote for Me)
When Zhang Pianpian heard Zhang Yu’s words, she assumed he was just seeking revenge against Feng Yuhao. But deep down, she couldn’t help but think such retaliation was pointless.
Then Zhang Yu added, “Senior, don’t you think Feng Yuhao is suspicious? One person fighting off an entire Demon Sect cultist unit alone? His combat strength really that high? Could it be he’s been infiltrated by the Demon Sect?”
“I’m not targeting him personally,” Zhang Yu continued. “I just think there might be something off about him. I’m worried he could end up endangering Wanfa University.”
Zhang Pianpian’s eyes flickered slightly. Though she still suspected Zhang Yu was just using this as an excuse for revenge, she had to admit—there was some logic in what he said.
Just as she hesitated, Zhang Yu sighed. “Ah… if you’re not willing to help, then fine.”
That night, Yu Xinghan returned to their dorm and said, “Zhang Yu, I found the discount coupon you wanted. Check it out and see if it works.”
“Speaking of which,” he added, “your Shican Modong is top-tier, sure, but you’ve been using the same model since third year. It’s been almost five years now—time to upgrade.”
Zhang Yu replied, “Money’s tight everywhere. If it weren’t for the lag, I’d keep using it for another year.”
Hearing that, Zhang Pianpian remembered how Zhang Yu had once borrowed 150 Lingbi from her—after cutting back on meals, saving every bit.
Thinking of their sibling bond, and how she’d paused her repayments due to financial strain over the past two months, Zhang Pianpian sighed helplessly. She sent a message.
Zhang Pianpian: Okay… I’ll look into it.
The next day, a detailed report landed on Zhang Yu’s desk.
It contained Feng Yuhao’s base stats—and a full record of his solo battle against Demon Sect cultists.
Zhang Pianpian analyzed it, saying, “On the surface, everything checks out. But… it’s just too clean.”
She paused, frowning. “Especially the battlefield. The traces are too simple, too perfect. And they match exactly what Feng Yuhao claimed.”
“But even Yuan Ying Immortal, after a brutal fight against multiple Demon Sect cultists—could he really remember every single detail so precisely, so flawlessly?”
“It’s as if the scene… was staged exactly how he described it.”
Zhang Pianpian nodded. “You’re right. Feng Yuhao definitely has red flags.”
“But it’s still just suspicion. Hardly proof.”
…
In the Anling Realm, the thousand-handed, thousand-footed Xi Shen emerged from the darkness, appearing in the conference room.
He stared at the hybrid form of Fujie and Zhang Yu before him and said coldly, “Fujie. What do you need?”
Fujie remained calm. “Xi Shen, what are the three most important things for us who serve the Evil God?”
Xi Shen tilted his head. “What are you getting at?”
“First,” Fujie said, “is Security.”
“Second,” she continued, “is Security.”
“Third,” she added, “is Security.”
She locked eyes with him. “Yet what you’re doing now? It’s anything but secure.”
Xi Shen shifted his limbs uneasily. “What do you mean?”
Fujie let out a cold scoff. “You know the Inspection Team in University City has been watching you, don’t you?”
Xi Shen stiffened. “Impossible. We’ve been careful. Nothing’s leaked.”
Fujie pulled up a fragment of the report from the Inspection Team’s internal database and flashed it before him.
Xi Shen’s thousand limbs trembled in unison. His gaze flickered with shock.
This guy… he’s planted someone inside the Inspection Team itself?
How deep is Fujie’s network in Wanfa University City?
Memories flashed through his mind. Then he focused on the report again.
“They’re targeting… Feng Yuhao?”
“But the last investigation was already closed. Why the sudden interest?”
He was deeply concerned. This could jeopardize all his plans in Wanfa University City.
Fujie cut in. “Check him thoroughly. Find out if he’s still bitter, if he’s trying to rebel against you—deliberately causing trouble.”
Xi Shen scoffed. “Unlikely. He wouldn’t dare.”
Fujie narrowed her eyes. “So certain? Has he fully pledged allegiance?”
Xi Shen hesitated, but then recalled the internal report Fujie had just shown him. He answered, “Yes. He’s a true believer. So he wouldn’t risk it.”
Fujie said, “Then check if he’s made enemies. Maybe someone’s trying to frame him.”
She leaned forward. “Xi Shen, I warn you—Wanfa University is my long-term base. I won’t let you come in and ruin everything with reckless moves. Don’t drag me down with your chaos.”
…
“Fool!” In the lower layers of the Anling Realm, Xi Shen’s consciousness clashed violently with Feng Yuhao’s.
“You’ve been targeted!” he roared. “Don’t you realize it?”
Feng Yuhao flinched. “I’m… being watched?”
Xi Shen snapped, “The Inspection Team is investigating you. Any idea why?”
Watching Feng Yuhao furrow his brow in confusion, unable to make sense of it, Xi Shen growled. “Figure it out. Find the leak. Don’t make me have to babysit you.”
Feng Yuhao was just as desperate. He activated his entire network, but found nothing.
For two days, neither of them could uncover the source.
Eventually, Xi Shen had no choice but to turn to the one figure he considered truly formidable—the enigmatic Fujie, whose influence was deeply entrenched across Wanfa University.
Inside the Anling Realm, Fujie said calmly, “You want my help? Then you know the rules.”
Xi Shen smiled. “Of course, Elder. I understand information exchange. Give me real intelligence, and we’ll deliver what you want.”
Fujie replied, “List every person Feng Yuhao has interacted with recently. No exceptions—teachers, students, contractors, temporary staff, even lower school or junior college students. Everyone.”
The next day, Xi Shen returned.
Fujie spoke the name: “Zhang Yu?”
Xi Shen frowned. “Because of this student?”
Fujie continued. “He has a roommate. Both came from Songyang City in the First Layer.”
“The roommate is Zhang Pianpian.”
She handed over a file.
Xi Shen scanned it. His thousand eyes narrowed.
“So… it’s because Feng Yuhao made this student do five times the work? And now Zhang Yu is stirring up trouble through Zhang Pianpian?”
Xi Shen couldn’t believe it. After all his effort, the entire investigation boiled down to two students?
Just because Feng Yuhao had overloaded one of them with work—was that enough to trigger this?
As he considered how to deal with them, Fujie added, “Hmph. Can’t you see? Zhang Pianpian isn’t just a regular student.”
Xi Shen frowned, studying the file again. Then his eyes widened.
Divine Path?
He immediately used his own network to dig deeper—and found that Zhang Pianpian’s records were heavily obscured. Most of her data had been hidden.
Even more troubling: in the recent Top Ten League, a student from Tianmo University—another Divine Path cultivator—had vanished without a trace.
Fujie watched him, then said, “Now do you understand? Zhang Pianpian is far more than she seems. She’s deeply connected. Don’t underestimate her.”
“Even if you defeat her, it’ll cost you dearly.”
“In our line of work, the worst mistake is clashing directly with a Zheng Shen.”
“Do whatever it takes. Make Feng Yuhao reconcile with Zhang Yu. Stop Zhang Pianpian from digging further.”
“What if she uncovers something else?”
As Xi Shen turned to leave, Fujie called out, “The trade?”
Xi Shen asked, “What do you want to know?”
Fujie said, “Why are you targeting the Hua Shen Spirit Armor?”
Xi Shen didn’t answer. Instead, he sent a file.
Fujie opened it.
Her eyes widened.
Zhang Yu’s eyes widened too.
Qiongjiang God… secretly transferring cultivation power to a reincarnated disciple within the Sect?
…
In the lower layers of the Anling Realm, Xi Shen said coldly, “It’s because of Zhang Yu that you’ve been targeted.”
“Go reconcile with him. Stop him from watching you.”
Feng Yuhao blinked. “Me… reconcile with a student?”
Xi Shen sneered. “Know your place. You’re not just a teacher at Wanfa University. You’re an Evil God cultist.”
“If Zhang Yu can draw Zheng Shen’s attention, then you must not provoke him.”
Feng Yuhao gritted his teeth. “But if I reach out first… won’t that look suspicious?”
Xi Shen snapped, “You’re serious? You need me to explain basic strategy?”
He barked, “Fix this within one day.”
…
That night, while Zhang Yu was at the Ciji Zhenjun Laboratory, Feng Yuhao hurried over.
After pacing outside the lab for a long time, he finally steeled himself and stepped inside.
Facing Ciji Zhenjun and Zhang Yu, Feng Yuhao forced a smile, despite the tightness in his chest.
“I know recent events have disrupted the lab’s work,” he said. “But I had no choice. If it weren’t necessary, I’d never have delayed the project.”
“Especially seeing how you’ve made breakthroughs in the Hua Shen Spirit Armor research—I know the entire Research Division is excited.”
“And as for your promotion to Hua Shen, I’ve always supported it.”
He paused, his mind swirling with frustration. But then he remembered the Evil God’s warning.
He knew: to resolve this, he couldn’t just approach Zhang Yu. That would raise suspicion.
Instead, he’d use the chance to appear friendly with Ciji Zhenjun—then, subtly, ease tensions with Zhang Yu. Even if it cost him more.
With a tight smile, he handed Ciji Zhenjun 50 Lingbi and 20 Lingbi to Zhang Yu.
“Just a small token,” he said, “to express my apologies.”
“And I’ll make sure your student’s workload is reduced across other projects.”
Thinking of the extra work he’d have to do just to lighten Zhang Yu’s load, Feng Yuhao felt a pang of pain.
And now, bowing low to both Ciji Zhenjun and a mere student—this was humiliation he’d never felt before.
Watching Feng Yuhao leave, Ciji Zhenjun frowned. “What’s with him? Why the sudden change?”
Zhang Yu said, “Maybe he saw your progress and realized you’re on the verge of becoming Hua Shen. He doesn’t want to anger you.”
Ciji Zhenjun nodded. It made sense.
And in the days that followed, Zhang Yu finally had plenty of time to resume refining the prototype machine.
A few days later, the complete Level 1 Prototype Machine was finished.
As the puppet slowly opened its eyes and floated upward into the air, Zhang Yu allowed himself a rare, satisfied smile.
Then, in his mind, he asked Fujie one final question.
“Fujie… what is the Divine Path? Why are you and Xi Shen so afraid of it?”
(End of Chapter)
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