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Chapter 563: Junior College Enlightenment
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This was Bao Biao—a fresh recruit in the Security Department of a Junior College.
As a Junior College student, Bao Biao carried an unusual confidence in front of the filming crew, unlike most of his peers. Throughout the shoot, he insisted the crew call him a university student.
“Legally, and by school regulations, we Junior College students are university students,” he declared. “Know this—calling ourselves university students is actually approved by the Heavenly Court.”
“My dream?” He grinned. “To land a job at a company with top-tier benefits.”
“Something with bottled water supply, Lingjie Flow subsidies, 24-hour overtime, and free Medicinal Agents—then I can work nonstop, never sleep.”
“And I want the freedom to move around during work hours—preferably with a restroom available. Saves me the cost of retrofitting one.”
“I know it’s hard to find a job that offers clean drinking water, toilets, and the ability to work without sleep. People say I’m asking too much. But I’m a university student, not a vocational school graduate or a technical school dropout. We university students should have standards.”
Determined to achieve his dream, Bao Biao trained relentlessly within the campus. Even in his first year, he signed up for the Foundation Establishment Exam. Though he failed, he remained undeterred.
When asked by the director, he said, “It was just my first year—I wasn’t prepared. I’ll pass it in the coming years.”
One month later, the crew returned to find Bao Biao broken, hollow-eyed.
“I’ve been sleeping for seven days straight,” he whispered, voice trembling. In front of the camera, he ranted about the nearby Pharmaceutical Factory polluting the school’s water supply, making students drowsier, so they’d need more Medicinal Agents to stay awake.
Yet when it came to his studies, his eyes still lit up.
“Last exam, I knocked down a tenant in three seconds, chased away a delivery guy in five, and escaped a villain in half a second,” he boasted. “My teacher said I’m like someone who’s been in Security Work for ten years.”
A month after that, when the crew visited his dorm again, his roommate told them he was gone.
“Gone?” the crew asked.
“He clashed with a senior officer’s sister, scratched someone’s Spirit Artifact, and got captured—turned into a soul-for-refinement.”
The crew sighed. They understood now—Junior College students were fragile. One misstep, one mistake by a senior, one company error, one oversight by the school, or even a single fluctuation in stock prices… and a student could vanish without a trace.
They paused filming Bao Biao’s story and moved on to the next subject.
…
Zhang Yu looked away from the screen, eyes scanning the script title: One Hundred Ways a Junior College Student Dies.
“This… is a documentary?”
The thought of embodying over a hundred such deaths made him hesitate. “This is getting kind of brutal.”
His gaze shifted to the next simulation script.
This one came with both written descriptions and video clips.
The protagonist was a Junior College student majoring in logistics management.
…
Three years of high school. The family budget allowed only one to attend tutoring.
Between A Ming and his older brother, Father chose the brother.
Without tutoring, A Ming’s grades plummeted. He sank to the bottom of the social hierarchy—eating in the bathroom, kneeling in class, having his homework stolen, enduring endless humiliation.
After the College Entrance Exam, A Ming walked away from home with his Junior College acceptance letter in hand.
On the road, Father stared at him, expression torn.
“A Ming…”
“A Ming’s going to Junior College! You picked him! Dad!”
“Do you even know what I’ve been through these past three years?”
He didn’t look back. In his heart, he swore: I will transfer to an undergraduate program. I will get into a bachelor’s degree. I will get a better job than my brother. I will prove Father made the wrong choice.
On the way to school, he remembered every face that changed when they learned he was a Junior College student. He recalled the restricted access zones, the forbidden pathways, the warning signs only visible to Junior College students, the rule that he couldn’t ride the same Flying Barge as university students.
He stored every humiliation, every slight—etched them into his soul.
He kept telling himself: Attending Junior College isn’t shameful. Only vocational school is. We all earned our place through the College Entrance Exam. Only one path leads here—no backdoors, no shortcuts. Unlike universities, where people get in through favors and tricks.
In his eight years at Junior College, he surpassed one ranking above him after another.
Each of these students was relentless—constantly borrowing, drowning in debt, pushing themselves to the limit.
As A Ming left each one behind, he began to lose track. They all blurred together, like identical copies from the same mold.
And every time he passed one, he saw countless others just like them—stretching endlessly ahead.
Like a road with no end. No matter how hard he ran, he never reached the finish.
By graduation, he still hadn’t passed the transfer exam.
So he decided to find a job.
He polished his resume, rehearsed for every possible interview scenario.
But then he realized: no interviews were needed. The jobs were available the moment you showed up.
Within a year, his debts stayed the same. His savings never grew. His work felt like running on a treadmill—staying in place, never moving forward.
Hah… attending Junior College—no future.
He thought this was how his life would end—stuck, forever behind the university students—until a single file download error changed everything.
He accidentally downloaded an Immortal’s fragmented soul.
…
Zhang Yu paused, eyebrows lifting slightly.
Then he scanned the episode titles below the script.
Episode 2: Fallen Immortal, Starting from Bricklaying
Episode 3: Humiliating the Broker, Shocking the Construction Site
Episode 4: Switching to Express Delivery Sorting—First in the Line, Foreman Doubts
Episode 5: Challenge from a Regular Worker! Third-Class Regular, Nothing Special
Episode 6: Fortune in the Risk—Borrowing to Buy a Flying Sword
Episode 7: Master of Delivery, Bright Future Ahead!
Episode 8: 300 Orders in a Day—Stunned the Station Manager
Episode 9: Humiliated, He Fights Back with Complaints
Episode 10: The Dark Delivery World Strikes! Crisis Looms
Episode 11: Immortal Transmits the Dao—Master of the Sword Achieved…
Final Episode: Imperial Decree! Junior-to-Undergraduate Transfer! Finally, a University Student!
Zhang Yu smirked, shaking his head.
So this is a Junior College student’s fantasy drama?
My job is to gather real intelligence on Junior College students—not to entertain myself.
And honestly… it doesn’t even feel satisfying.
He shook his head again and flipped through the next scripts.
Junior College Romance Story
Non-Standard Junior College Life
Call Me a University Student
The Millionaire of the Junior College Dungeon…
The more he read, the more uneasy he felt.
These are too flashy, too entertaining. Not realistic at all.
He returned to the beginning, deciding he still needed to experience the most authentic Junior College script.
He focused on the story of Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong, studying in the Junior College’s Emotional Cultivation Department.
He put on the Spiritual Interface Mask, mentally linked with the Ling Realm…
Moments later, he removed the mask.
His eyes carried a deep weariness. His gaze now held a quiet wisdom—like that of a sage who had seen countless lives, weathered every storm, and understood the weight of existence.
Fujie tilted her head. “How was it?”
Zhang Yu exhaled slowly. “I learned of an ancient sect called Tai Shang Dao. They followed the Tai Shang Wang Qing Path—requiring one to abandon family and treat all beings as mere grass.”
“But the cultivation method was too difficult. Back then, people’s minds were limited by their era. Few could truly forsake their families. The success rate was less than one in ten.”
“Then a great elder restructured the path—breaking it down into stages, step by step, making it possible to gradually achieve the state of Tai Shang Wang Qing—utter detachment.”
He continued, voice steady. “The first step? To watch helplessly as someone forcefully cultivates your Dao Partner.”
“Then, raise the difficulty: watch as someone strengthens their Dao through your Father.”
“Step by step—until even your entire family, as they cultivate before you, can be seen as nothing. Heart cold, soul numb. That is the peak of Tai Shang Wang Qing.”
“This method was revolutionary—no need to abandon family right away. You could grow from simple to complex, building the heart of detachment slowly. A true breakthrough in the immortal realm.”
“But this was only the beginning.”
Zhang Yu sighed. “Later, the Hehuan Sect merged with Tai Shang Dao—kept the essence, discarded the flaws—and refined it even further.”
“Using one family to cultivate one person? Inefficient. Too much cost, too little return.”
“But what if the entire family… were all masters of Tai Shang Wang Qing?”
“Then every member becomes a resource for the others. Each time someone cultivates, it feeds the entire family’s spiritual growth.”
“With that change, the talent output surged over tenfold. And from this method, the Hehuan Sect forged the Many Love Dao.”
“Thus, the truth: Only after experiencing love can one forget it. Only after forgetting it can one truly love again. This is the path taken by the Qiongjiang God of today’s Hehuan University—known as the Tai Shang Duo Qing Dao.”
Fujie said, “I didn’t expect you to learn so much from simulating a Junior College student’s life.”
“Just the beginning,” Zhang Yu smiled faintly. “There’s more.”
“Though Tai Shang Duo Qing Dao dramatically improved training efficiency, it still had flaws. Not everyone has a firm Dao heart. Even with a gradual path, not everyone succeeds…”
(End of Chapter)
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