Chapter 552: Administration Has Its Merits (Requesting Monthly Votes)
After dismissing Zhang Yu to attend his online course, Gui Yuanzi sent a message to Jin Jun.
Gui Yuanzi: Arranged. He’s now obediently attending his online course.
Jin Jun: Thank you, Senior Brother. I’ll repay you handsomely.
Gui Yuanzi glanced at Jin Jun’s reply, giving a subtle nod. He replied:
As long as Lingbi is a senior Jin Dan, my technical level has increasingly fallen behind the new era of Golden Core Immortals.
He’d once thought about pushing himself, striving hard, competing fiercely—but over the years, he’d seen the new Jin Dans emerging from the school, each more intelligent, more gifted, more talented, and better connected than the last.
The gap kept widening. Now, all he could manage was teaching a mundane course on the history of Alchemy. His own projects and experiments dragged along, barely functional.
Gui Yuanzi had already accepted that being pushed out of the Alchemy Department was just a matter of time. A transfer to some backwater division—Security, Transport, or worse—was inevitable.
But he’d finally let go of the old competition. No more chasing prestige among fellow Jin Dans. Now, his sole focus was making money. As long as it wasn’t illegal, he’d do anything for cash. More money meant a longer life—his only remaining dream.
So, for someone like Zhang Yu, a mere student, quietly making up missed class hours in a legal, compliant way? To Gui Yuanzi, it was nothing more than a minor administrative formality.
He glanced back at the screen. Zhang Yu was still dutifully attending the lesson.
Gui Yuanzi muttered to himself:
Is this kid really dumb enough to just sit there and study? Doesn’t he know he should’ve slipped me some cash?
Or did I not hint clearly enough?
Just as he considered whether to give Zhang Yu another subtle nudge, he noticed something shocking—Zhang Yu abruptly left the spiritual classroom and exited the online course entirely.
“Huh?” Gui Yuanzi blinked, then his face flushed with rage.
Did he just skip my class right in front of me?!
In Gui Yuanzi’s eyes, that was an outright insult—directly defying his authority.
He immediately sent a message:
You where?
Gui Yuanzi: Get back here right now and resume class.
Gui Yuanzi: Otherwise, you won’t pass this course.
At that moment, his Eye Armor flashed—faint but unmistakable. A message arrived from Feng Yuhao, head of the Research Division.
As the department’s supervisor, Feng Yuhao controlled funding approvals and project loans—making him a crucial superior Gui Yuanzi could never afford to offend.
Seeing the message, Gui Yuanzi froze.
Zhang Yu’s matter can wait. First things first.
He instantly logged out of the spiritual world and rushed to the Research Division’s office.
Inside, Feng Yuhao’s Eye Armor shimmered with shifting light—clearly immersed in work.
Gui Yuanzi’s Primary Intelligence Artifact Spirit assistant appeared before him.
“Teacher Gui Yuanzi, Director Feng is currently occupied. Please wait a moment.”
Gui Yuanzi nodded and sat down, waiting.
Two hours passed.
Finally, Feng Yuhao glanced at him, then slid a document across the virtual table.
“Your funding application is flawed. Take it back and rewrite it. Submit it again by tonight.”
Gui Yuanzi blinked in surprise, then panic flared.
Though his projects were few and funding minimal, every bit of money that came in found its way into his own pocket—his primary source of income now.
“Director Feng,” he quickly said, “What’s wrong? I’ll fix it immediately—just tell me what needs changing.”
Feng Yuhao frowned impatiently.
“Everything is wrong. Rewrite it entirely.”
“Fine. You’re dismissed. Don’t waste my time.”
“Submit it by 10 p.m. tonight. If I don’t receive it, consider the funding request withdrawn.”
Back in his own space, Gui Yuanzi cursed under his breath.
Damn it—my draft was too sloppy. No wonder they rejected it.
He spent hours poring over every detail, refining the wording, cross-referencing templates, and even seeking advice from colleagues.
When he finally felt the application was flawless, he sent it again.
Feng Yuhao glanced at it—then looked up, expression cold.
“Still not acceptable.”
Gui Yuanzi froze. “What?”
Feng Yuhao’s voice was icy.
“Gui Yuanzi, are you even trying to get this funding?”
“Take it back. Rewrite it properly. Think hard about where you went wrong.”
Confused and frustrated, Gui Yuanzi returned, scouring every possible resource, asking for feedback, rewriting from scratch.
The next day, he arrived at the office, heart pounding, and submitted the new version.
But as soon as he hit send, Feng Yuhao let out a sharp scoff. A bolt of electricity flared in his eyes—and exploded before Gui Yuanzi’s very face.
“Gui Yuanzi! You’ve been in the Alchemy Department for years. Your skill may be outdated, but now you can’t even write a basic application?!”
Gui Yuanzi sighed. “Director Feng, just tell me what’s wrong—I’ll fix it right away.”
Feng Yuhao sneered.
“Do I have to teach you how to write a simple form? You’re an old man—what’s left of your life is spent in ignorance. You’ve disgraced the name of a Jin Dan!”
Gui Yuanzi was stunned. He’d been verbally torn apart—by a man younger than him.
His martial energy surged, flashing erratically through his Eye Armor. But remembering that his funding still hung in the balance, he swallowed his anger and endured the lecture.
“You old Jin Dans,” Feng Yuhao continued, “you coasted on past glory, clinging to your titles while the school and sect gave you everything. You’ve grown lazy, and now you’re just getting dumber with age.”
After another wave of criticism, Feng Yuhao pointed to a chair beside his desk.
“You’ll write here. Finish it now. If you have questions, ask me immediately.”
Gui Yuanzi gritted his teeth and sat down like a student, silently drafting the document.
Just then, the door opened again.
Zhang Yu entered.
“Zhang Yu?” Feng Yuhao smiled. “Your experiment loan application has been approved. I’ve already assigned someone to process it. You don’t need to come in person.”
Zhang Yu replied, “Thank you, Director Feng.”
Feng Yuhao nodded. “Don’t forget to attend the Ciji Zhenjun and Xianyin God projects on time. If you have any issues, come to me—I’ll help as much as I can.”
Zhang Yu smiled faintly.
He hadn’t expected Feng Yuhao to act so swiftly after mentioning that Gui Yuanzi’s make-up class might interfere with his participation in the Hua Shen Spirit Armor Experiment.
He’s already squeezed the schedule to the absolute limit. If I delay any further, the Yuan Ying Zhenjuns will be on my back.
As for the Alchemy History course—was that even a real class?
Feng Yuhao glanced at Gui Yuanzi, silently deciding: Next year, I’ll push to convert this into self-study. Then I’ll send him to the Transport Division for express deliveries. No more freeloaders in the Alchemy Department.
And building a good relationship with Zhang Yu?
That was a bonus.
As an Evil God Cultist, Feng Yuhao had come to realize that aligning with the Zheng Shen faction was the true path—what loyal believers should do.
Zhang Yu has connections to Zheng Shen. If I cultivate this relationship, it’ll help me in my future work as an Evil God Cultist.
Watching the two exchange pleasantries, Gui Yuanzi felt a thunderclap strike his mind.
Zhang Yu… has a relationship with Director Feng like this?
Jin Jun! You’ve ruined me!
He seethed inside, cursing Jin Jun furiously.
Then, turning to Zhang Yu, he opened his mouth—
“Zhang Yu…”
“Speak,” Feng Yuhao snapped, eyes narrowing. “Focus on your work.”
Gui Yuanzi fell silent, obedient once more.
Zhang Yu watched, quietly impressed.
Administrative teachers do have their merits. Some projects, some professors in this University City—really do need to be properly managed. A firm hand is necessary. A heavy blow is justified.
Not long after leaving Feng Yuhao’s office, Zhang Yu received a message from Gui Yuanzi.
Gui Yuanzi: Zhang Yu, my dear student. I acted rashly the other day.
Gui Yuanzi: From now on, you can come to class when you want, skip when you want—I’ll give you full marks regardless.
Zhang Yu: Just follow the proper procedure for leave.
Zhang Yu: As for grades, just mark them as I earn them. No special treatment, please.
With Gui Yuanzi’s issue resolved, Zhang Yu returned to his work—entirely focused now on building the prototype machine.
…
In Jin Jun’s laboratory.
Under the guidance of a high-priced tutor, Jin Jun felt his refining process accelerate dramatically. Every mistake, every lapse, was immediately pointed out—each moment a step forward in mastery.
When the final calibration completed, the prototype machine successfully Alchemized—reaching a solid level 5.
Jin Jun nodded in satisfaction, reviewing the test data. He then opened his Eye Armor’s friend list—only to find his transfer to Gui Yuanzi had been accepted.
He sent a message—
Just confirming receipt of the funds.
But the system replied:
You are not yet friends with this person.
Jin Jun frowned.
Did he block me?
He couldn’t fathom why. But seeing the level 5 prototype before him, a smile returned to his face.
Based on what he’d learned through Su Yun Ni, Zhang Yu had completed a level 1 prototype—but had rushed the process, blindly stacking materials. The entire project felt chaotic and unstable.
To Jin Jun, it was clear: Zhang Yu’s real skill was exposed. His mindset was unsteady, and the lab’s rhythm was deteriorating.
Tu Mu students are Tu Mu students. When it comes to real Alchemy mastery, they can’t compete.
The following month, Jin Jun advanced rapidly under his tutor’s guidance. The prototype improved steadily, the lab ran smoothly, and his confidence in securing the Military License grew stronger.
…
Mid-January.
In Ye Xingli’s laboratory.
With the final seal placed, Zhang Yu stared at the prototype machine—its surface blazing with radiant light.
He exhaled softly.
The Tian Ri Huang Shen prototype has finally reached level 11.
(End of Chapter)
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