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Chapter 56: Spiritual Assistant Examination
Listening to Zhang Pianpian’s explanation, Zhang Yu raised another question.
"Why am I taking this exam, yet A-Zhen can still be protected?"
Zhang Pianpian rested her chin on one hand, her tone cool and detached. "I can serve as your recommender, endorsing you to take the Spiritual Assistant qualification exam."
"And once you become a Spiritual Assistant, you’ll be allowed to bring on one apprentice under your supervision."
Zhang Yu understood—temporary labor, outsourced to an intern.
Zhang Pianpian continued. "After you’re officially recognized as an auxiliary member of the Eight Great Righteous Gods, I’ll take both of you to Songyang High School to meet with the students. I’ll personally vouch for you and help secure your standing."
"As long as I remain in Songyang City and haven’t yet enrolled in university, you two should be safe from any trouble for the next six months or so."
Go to Songyang High School? Help us? What kind of status do you even have? What’s your exam score? How much money do you have? Can you really protect us?
Seeing the doubt and concern in Zhang Yu’s eyes, Zhang Pianpian didn’t elaborate further. She simply said, calmly, “I’m currently the top student in my year at Bailong High School—and the strongest high schooler in all of Songyang City.”
The strongest high schooler in Songyang City!
If the Zhang Yu from his previous life had heard those words, he’d have just shrugged and muttered, “Nice, not bad.”
But now, hearing it from Zhang Pianpian, he felt like she was radiating an intense, blinding light.
Anyone who’d attended high school in Songyang City knew the weight behind those words. That title wasn’t earned through luck or grades—it came after countless soul-crushing, self-destructive cultivations, after rivers of blood and tears, after stepping over the corpses of countless other students.
Zhang Yu hesitated, then asked, “So… what exactly does a Spiritual Assistant do?”
“Work?” Zhang Pianpian tilted her head slightly. “You don’t need to do anything specific. Once you have the title, you just collect your monthly stipend.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes widened. This is a ghost job!
A real, no-effort, pay-check-from-the-air kind of job? This was finally happening to him?
He pressed on. “What’s on the exam?”
Zhang Pianpian shook her head. “The test content is randomly generated—I don’t know the specifics.”
“But based on my understanding of the Spiritual Assistant role, the higher your Dao Heart, the better. The stronger your willpower, the better.”
“Dao Heart… and willpower?” Zhang Yu nodded slowly. “So the exam… is held in the Ling Realm?”
“Exactly.” Zhang Pianpian stood up, already walking toward the door. “The exam takes place in the Ling Realm.”
“I’ll send you the online application link shortly. If you register today, you could take the exam tomorrow.”
“Don’t forget to request a day off from school.”
“Oh, and I’ll send someone over with a Spiritual Interface Mask for the exam.”
She reached the doorway. “One last thing—don’t tell anyone about our sibling relationship. If anyone asks, just say I admire your talent.”
Watching her leave, Zhang Yu paused, then sent a quick message to Su Haifeng to request a day off. He didn’t wait for a reply—just set his phone aside and began thinking about what he needed to prepare.
Dao Heart? Willpower? The exam in the Ling Realm?
Zhang Yu decided to trust Zhang Pianpian. Following her guidance, he began formulating a plan.
“Boosting Dao Heart and willpower… the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture is definitely the most effective.”
“I’ll push through another round of training tonight.”
But knowing this was critical for both his future and Bai Zhenzhen’s, he resolved to go all in—maximize his effort tonight.
He pulled out his phone and called Wang Hai.
“Teacher Wang, I want to buy some medicine.”
Wang Hai nearly burst into laughter. Finally! His golden-core disciple—the prodigy in his class—was finally coming to him for medicine!
This moment was like seeing a lost student finally come back to the right path.
After a moment’s thought, he asked, “What kind of medicine do you need?”
Zhang Yu replied, “Something that lets me train all night without resting. The side effects must be minimal. Quality is key—price doesn’t matter. I only need it for tonight, so don’t send much.”
He figured, even though the original body had previously overdosed, he’d been recovering for a long time, and his Physical Strength Level had improved significantly. For one night’s push toward tomorrow’s exam, a single dose shouldn’t be a problem.
Wang Hai, both a user and a dealer of performance-enhancing drugs, knew his products inside and out. Though he felt a pang of disappointment that Zhang Yu only wanted one night’s use, he also saw a golden opportunity to show him the full power of his goods—so he’d keep coming back.
“Wait a sec…” Wang Hai quickly brainstormed, then compiled a list tailored to Zhang Yu’s Physical Strength Level: painkillers, focus enhancers, stimulants, and stamina-boosting injections.
He sent the list. “All top-grade, minimal side effects, just as you asked. If you take it, I’ll give you 10% off.”
Zhang Yu stared at the total: 5,800 yuan.
Damn… decent medicine really isn’t cheap. Lucky I only need it for one night.
Between recent expenses—meals, transport, Celestial Spirit Roots, clocks, and the new month’s 15,000 yuan loan, 1,500 yuan rent, and hundreds in utilities—his savings had dropped to 45,000 yuan.
Now, subtracting 5,800… he’d be left with 39,000 yuan.
“Ugh… I’m so broke.”
He transferred the money to Wang Hai and waited.
Given Songyang City’s efficient delivery system, the package should arrive within an hour.
Just then, Zhang Pianpian messaged him—the exam application link.
Songyang City Inspection Department: Spiritual Assistant Recruitment Application…
The Inspection Department—the eighth of the Eight Divine Offices.
Zhang Yu glanced at the page. The requirements? All met.
The job duties? “Patrol and inspection, maintain public order”—vague, meaningless, and utterly uninformative.
But the benefits…
“Work 18 hours per week. Monthly salary: 1,000 yuan?”
That’s less than 14 yuan per hour. Was this really worth taking an exam for?
Zhang Yu sighed. Good thing I’m the one getting paid without doing anything.
Still, based on his understanding of Kunxu’s social hierarchy, the value of a job could be judged entirely by its hourly wage. A position paying less than 14 yuan per hour? That kind of status screamed poverty, weakness, inferiority.
He worried he might’ve been sent the wrong link. He messaged Zhang Pianpian immediately.
Zhang Pianpian replied without delay:
“Even the lowest rank still belongs to the Eight Great Righteous Gods. And the real power of an identity depends on who wields it.”
“Sure, the salary is low. But some hidden benefits aren’t listed in the job posting.”
“For example, upon joining, you’ll receive a free Lushu for official use.”
“And if you study talismans afterward, you’ll get a discount.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes lit up.
With those perks, this job isn’t so bad after all.
He submitted his application, entering Zhang Pianpian’s name as his recommender.
Moments later, he received a confirmation: Examination scheduled for 9:00 AM tomorrow.
As he finished, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but reflect.
Everything Zhang Pianpian had shared today—these pathways, this job, this identity, these secrets—were completely foreign to the past version of himself.
It reminded him of his original self’s memories: blindly walking into the high school interview, only to realize he was utterly outmatched—not just in wealth, talent, or ability, but in information and intelligence. He hadn’t even known where to focus his efforts.
He shook off the thoughts and began meditating, practicing the Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa while waiting for the delivery.
Since the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture required physical movement to activate, he usually relied on the Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa as his primary method of cultivation in his cramped apartment.
Forty minutes passed.
Then, the package arrived: the Spiritual Interface Mask from Zhang Pianpian, and the carefully packed medicine from Wang Hai.
Zhang Yu grabbed the medicine bag and headed straight for the abandoned construction site.
But thinking again about the mask’s value, he decided to keep it on him.
Inside the half-ruined building, he swallowed the painkillers, stimulants, and focus enhancers Wang Hai had prepared. Then, he injected the stamina serum into his arm.
Instantly, his body surged with heat. Blood roared through his veins like molten lava. He felt infinite energy—like his strength had no limit.
Boom!
He launched into the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture.
What used to take 14 minutes to complete now took only 6 minutes—six full sets of the nine martial forms, his movements so fast they left afterimages.
No muscle fatigue. No heavy breathing.
Just pure, relentless momentum.
This is insane!
Wang Hai’s medicine is incredible!
That 5,800 yuan was worth it!
Teacher Wang! Drugs really are better than natural cultivation!
He trained nonstop—one hour, two hours, five hours…
Until dawn broke, and at 7:00 AM, his body finally gave out.
He collapsed onto the ground, heart pounding like it wanted to burst, internal organs aching with dull, deep pain. It took over ten minutes before the agony began to subside.
The drug’s wearing off.
Recalling the agony, Zhang Yu thought: That was too intense. My organs aren’t fully healed yet. I can’t do this again.
But the results were undeniable.
- Physical Strength Level rose from 1.33 to 1.35
- Dao Heart reached Level 3 (5%)
- Most importantly, Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture advanced to Level 6 (3/60)
Now, when Zhang Yu activated the Tianwu Intention, fear and hesitation vanished. No matter the danger ahead, he would push forward—tearing a path through any obstacle with his own hands.
After eating breakfast, he returned to his apartment and rested until 8:50.
Then, he put on the Spiritual Interface Mask, activated the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, and connected to the exam website.
At precisely 9:00 AM, Zhang Yu felt a flash of light in the darkness—and suddenly, he was no longer in his room.
He had arrived in another world.
(End of Chapter)
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