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Chapter 57: Passing the Trial, Heading to Songyang (Please support with your monthly votes)
“Zhang Yu!”
“Zhang Yu!”
“Zhang Yu!”
The repeated calls snapped Zhang Yu awake—only to be met with stifled giggles echoing from the classroom.
He looked up toward the podium and saw the teacher glaring at him coldly. “Out. Stand outside.”
With a sigh, Zhang Yu stood and walked to the doorway.
Day after day of high school life, yet he felt no hope.
His grades kept plummeting, his ranking sank lower and lower—falling from the Model Class all the way to the worst-performing class. Everyone, classmates and teachers alike, looked at him like he was nothing but trash.
The debts he’d accumulated for his Dao cultivation only grew heavier, crushing him beneath their weight.
One day, he found himself on the school rooftop.
Just as he stepped forward, ready to leap—his phone rang.
Zhang Yu answered.
“Hello?” a cheerful voice came through. “Is this Mr. Zhang Yu? We’ve just opened a new cemetery in the northern suburbs. Only 200,000 yuan, and you’ll enjoy post-mortem corpse refinement services. You might even get a second life!”
Zhang Yu laughed bitterly. “Wow. Your big data’s really accurate. You even knew I was about to jump off a building. Too bad I’m broke—can’t afford your cemetery.”
The voice replied, “No money? Well, how about a chance to turn your life around? Our company has a Butiong Plan. Interested? I’ll send you the details.”
Zhang Yu hung up.
He stared down at the darkness below—the abyss.
“Turn my life around…”
After a long silence, he reached for his phone again.
The link from the caller appeared on screen.
A stuffed bear doll blinked on the screen.
“Make a wish to the deity,” it said.
“Just perform a Ritual for me, and your wish will come true in five minutes.”
“Completely free. No threshold. No extra fees.”
“Click now—your life will be reborn.”
Zhang Yu stared. Something stirred in his mind—a flicker of pain, a memory of being pushed, tormented, forced to suffer again and again. A deep, simmering rage.
But before the memory could fully surface, instinct and emotion surged first.
“Fck!” Zhang Yu roared, hurling his phone into the air—and flipping him the middle finger.
“Hah! You think I’m that stupid?
Not in this lifetime!”
His consciousness snapped—then he was back in the classroom.
But now, the memories of the Demon God burned stronger than ever.
He remembered.
“I was taking the Spiritual Assistant qualification test.”
“And this test… it’s connected to the Demon God?”
Zhang Yu realized the core of the trial.
He decided—this time, he’d show them what he was made of.
…
Sun Jiayi was proud.
Not because he was human—but because he wasn’t.
He was a god.
Though only a low-ranking minor deity in the Songyang City Inspection Department, one of four hundred and eighty million Gongcao spirits, he was still a god.
And as such, he had the power to judge mortals.
Even if the job he was reviewing was just an entry-level, 14-yuan-per-hour contract.
Still, he took it seriously—because he believed in duty.
Even the smallest god must not forget his responsibility!
Before him, a series of glowing screens flickered—one after another—each showing a candidate’s trial in the Ling Realm, facing the Demon God’s temptations.
The test wasn’t about skill or talent.
It was about whether the candidate could resist the Demon God’s lure in the trial.
That was the key.
“This candidate from Tai Tian City… why did they list their family’s wealth and background in their resume?” Sun Jiayi sneered. “Over a billion in assets? So what? Can’t pass the test? You think I’d bend the rules for your family’s money?”
He watched as the candidate hesitated in the dream realm—then clicked “Fail.”
“Willpower weak. Not qualified.”
Sun Jiayi was proud.
The more elite the failed candidate, the greater his sense of divine superiority.
The more he upheld justice, the more satisfaction he felt.
His focus shifted to the next candidate—this one from Hong’an City.
The resume was dazzling: top student in grade 10 and 11, frequent award winner in competitions, brilliant talent, exceptional potential, likely to enter a top university, even possibly join a major Dao sect.
Yet in the trial, the candidate struggled for ten long minutes before finally rejecting the Demon God’s offer.
Sun Jiayi didn’t hesitate.
“Hmph. Think your golden resume earns you mercy? I’m not some grade-obsessed mortal.”
“Even if you’re a university prodigy, you fail under my judgment.
You took too long to reject. Your will is weak. Not passing.”
His gaze moved on.
Now came Zhang Yu’s file.
“Hmm. Threw the phone off the rooftop—solid choice.”
“Now the real test begins. Let’s see how he handles it.”
The screen shifted.
Temptations flooded Zhang Yu’s dream realm.
A beautiful woman approached, whispering, “Come with me. Let’s make a wish to the Demon God together.”
Zhang Yu kicked her hard, then sprinted away.
A mob chased him—cornered, helpless. The Demon God offered salvation.
Zhang Yu laughed. “Save me? No way.” He tossed the Demon God doll at his pursuers. “Hey! This thing grants any wish! Grab it!”
A giant, tattered doll chased him, roaring, threatening to force a contract.
Zhang Yu ran, dialed emergency services, and when the police arrived, he shouted: “Let’s take it down together!”
But Sun Jiayi wasn’t watching.
Someone had contacted him.
On his screen, Zhang Pianpian’s name appeared—along with her title: Deputy Captain, Acting, Songyang City Inspection Department.
Sun Jiayi frowned. “What is it, colleague?”
Zhang Pianpian said, “I’d like to request—”
Sun Jiayi raised a hand to refuse—then froze.
She had already activated Lushu, casting a spell.
“You dare cross the Ling Realm and cast a spell on a high-ranking Gongcao God?”
“You have no fear!”
But as he saw the spell’s form, his expression softened.
“Affinity Charm?”
A smile spread across his face.
The Affinity Charm—a spell that instantly increases a deity’s favor.
No name needed. No account info. No data.
As long as you cast it during contact, it automatically transfers money to the target’s account—while hiding the transaction.
Sun Jiayi relaxed. “Impressive. A mere mortal from the lower realm… you actually mastered the Affinity Charm?”
Then he checked his account balance.
A warm smile appeared.
“A high school student… this much devotion to the gods?
Your faith is truly strong.”
“What do you need?”
Zhang Pianpian wasn’t surprised.
After two years of using Lushu, studying spells, and learning Daoist rituals—she knew the truth:
Faith level? Top up.
Learning spells? Top up.
Hiring a Spiritual Assistant? Top up.
Spells were just another form of topping up.
But the method mattered.
Top-up via Lushu? Private transfer? Public? Affinity Charm?
The difference was massive—reflecting the caster’s skill.
Zhang Pianpian said, “Could you… lower the difficulty of Zhang Yu’s test just a little?”
Sun Jiayi waved dismissively. “Hah. A 14-yuan-an-hour job? What’s the difficulty?”
…
In the dream realm.
Zhang Yu stood in a white room.
Before him, a single sentence floated in midair:
The Demon God tempts you. Will you accept?
Below it: two options—Yes or No.
No way.
This was a trap.
Too simple. Too obvious.
Zhang Yu stared for ten full minutes, searching for the trick.
Finally, nervous, he clicked No.
The screen flashed.
Qualification Passed.
Zhang Yu blinked, disoriented, pulled out of the Ling Realm.
Still confused, he answered his phone.
Zhang Pianpian’s voice came through. “You passed, right?”
Zhang Yu blurted out his confusion.
Zhang Pianpian explained, “Oh, I sent a payment to the duty Gongcao God. Lowered the test difficulty a bit.”
“…A bit?”
Zhang Yu was stunned. “You can buy a god?”
Zhang Pianpian laughed. “No. You can try to buy a god. But it depends on how much you spend—and how you spend it. It’s all about spellcraft skill.”
Zhang Yu stared at the ceiling. “But… he’s a god!”
“In Kunxu,” Zhang Pianpian said matter-of-factly, “gods work for money. That’s how money gets through to the gods.”
“No money? How do the Eight Great Righteous Gods run Kunxu? How do they govern the world?”
Zhang Yu was speechless.
He now understood Kunxu—a little more clearly.
Then he remembered her earlier words.
“You said this test was about Dao Heart and willpower?”
Zhang Pianpian nodded. “Yes. You need real Dao Heart. Real will. You must hold on long enough… until I find the duty Gongcao in the Ling Realm, and use a spell to send money straight into his account.”
She added, “Alright. I’ve brought your work ID and your Lushu. Meet me at your high school gate.”
“Now… we can start talking to students at Songyang High.”
Zhang Yu rushed to the bus, exhausted, and arrived at the school stop an hour and a half later.
From afar, he spotted Zhang Pianpian standing at the intersection.
She handed him a black-and-white device—like a small, sleek manual.
“This is your Lushu. It grants one free spell use per day. And any training in Inspection Department spells through it? Discounted.”
She pointed at the strange symbols etched into the surface.
“See this mark? It’s the Inspection Department’s seal. Show it when you’re in trouble.”
Zhang Yu cradled it carefully.
This is a Lushu… the cheapest ones cost nearly 100,000 yuan.
Lushu was the key to mastering Daoist spells—critical for high school Dao grades.
He’d heard of students selling organs just to afford one.
“Wait… they just hand this out? The Inspection Department’s that rich?”
If A-Zhen sees this… she’d probably kneel and call me Dad. Beg me to let her play with it.
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