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Chapter 63: Annihilation, Friend
Inside the dilapidated building, Zhou Tianyi had waited over two hours, finally feeling he’d found a chance to ambush Zhang Yu.
But in a flash, his attack was utterly thwarted—Zhang Yu’s back erupted with a sudden surge of Wuxiang Yun’gang, catching him completely off guard.
With one foot already off the ground from his kick, Zhou Tianyi was thrown completely off balance by the explosive rebound force. He was sent flying backward like a ragdoll.
“What?!” Zhang Yu had only just begun mastering Wuji Yunshou—less than a month ago! How could he already be projecting Wuxiang Yun’gang from his back?
The moment Zhou Tianyi felt the overwhelming power surging through the Wuxiang Yun’gang, shock surged through him, uncontrollable and raw.
But before he could recover, disaster struck again.
As he rolled across the floor and snapped his head up, a figure cloaked in murderous aura had already closed in—suddenly standing right before him.
Earlier, from a distance, Zhang Yu had looked imposing while training. But now, face-to-face, Zhou Tianyi truly felt the weight of that presence.
Unleashed fury. Infinite battle spirit. Under the influence of the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, Zhang Yu now looked like a demon from hell—pursuing him with relentless intent.
A primal urge to flee surged through Zhou Tianyi’s chest.
But as he instinctively stepped back, Zhang Yu struck without hesitation.
Now, under the grip of Tianwu Intention, Zhang Yu was fully immersed in combat mode—bloodthirsty, merciless.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Crush every enemy into dust!
Level 10 Wuji Yunshou unleashed in full force.
Zhang Yu slammed his palm forward. His Martial Energy surged violently from his dantian, vibrating through seven layers in an instant, transforming into a torrential wave of Wuxiang Yun’gang that roared outward.
Facing that crushing force, Zhou Tianyi knew this was life or death.
With a roar, he planted his foot, summoning every ounce of strength into a single, desperate kick.
Boom!
The collision sent shockwaves through the air.
Zhou Tianyi felt his Martial Energy crumbling, retreating like a tide. The Wuxiang Yun’gang struck him like a speeding truck, blasting him backward. He crashed hard into a concrete wall—cracks exploded outward, and a large hole formed where he hit.
He fell to the ground, scattered among broken concrete and rubble.
He tried to rise, but a searing pain shot through his body—bones shattered, tendons torn. He collapsed again, utterly broken.
Zhang Yu slowly approached, still deep in the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture state, radiating a chilling, bloodthirsty aura. Coldly, he stared at the masked Zhou Tianyi and asked, “Who are you? Why did you attack me?”
Zhou Tianyi didn’t answer. He focused on his injuries, his heart sinking into despair.
This kind of damage… it would cost a fortune to heal. His cultivation path—his xian journey—was now in ruins. It might be over for good.
Just as he was lost in thought, Zhang Yu yanked off his mask.
The moment he saw the face beneath, Zhang Yu’s expression flickered with surprise.
“Zhou Tianyi?”
Zhou Tianyi’s mind raced. Looking at Zhang Yu, he said, “Zhang Yu… do you know why you got into Songyang High School?”
Zhang Yu gave a subtle nod, listening.
Zhou Tianyi continued, “Because your body matches the requirements of certain wealthy families. They selected you for training—just like many other poor students here.”
“Besides grades, physical compatibility has always been an unspoken standard.”
Zhang Yu narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t ready to believe this man—Zhou Tianyi—just yet.
“So why bring me here? Why not train me elsewhere?”
Zhou Tianyi let out a cold laugh. “You think Songyang High School is just a school? It’s far more complex than you can imagine.”
“Here, poor students can be their dogs… or spare parts. They’re all trained together, in the same way—unified.”
Zhang Yu suddenly remembered the Tianmo Jisheng Jue. Could that really be a technique being practiced by a student here?
He stared hard at Zhou Tianyi. “So you’re from the Student Council?”
“I told you… Songyang is complicated…” Zhou Tianyi shook his head, then suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
In the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture state, Zhang Yu had shown no mercy—his attack was lethal from the start.
Now, feeling the depth of his wounds, Zhou Tianyi realized he had to act fast. If he didn’t treat himself soon, not only would his cultivation be ruined—but his life itself was in danger.
Panic flashed in his eyes. He hurried, “Zhang Yu! You were awakened by the Evil God, right? That’s how you gained your power!”
Zhang Yu’s gaze sharpened—but he said nothing. He wouldn’t reveal anything about the Evil God Ritual to anyone.
Zhou Tianyi gasped, his face flushed with a sickly red. The pain tore through him, silencing him for a moment.
“Zhang Yu… we… are on the same side…”
“Take… take me to a nearby clinic…”
Zhang Yu remained motionless. Zhou Tianyi, feeling his life slipping away, desperation took over.
Finally, he blurted out, “I… I have an Evil God on my back too… that being… is very interested in you…”
At that moment, his body began to heat up rapidly. Tiny sparks of flame flickered across his cheeks.
Fear flashed in Zhou Tianyi’s eyes. He screamed, “I didn’t mean to say it! I didn’t really mean it! Wait— I’m just using him!”
But the flames wouldn’t stop. They surged uncontrollably.
With a roar, he cursed, “Idiot!!!”
“Stupid fool!”
Then, a torrent of crimson flames erupted from his body—blazing violently.
In an instant, Zhou Tianyi was reduced to ash.
Zhang Yu’s brow furrowed.
Zhou Tianyi… was an agent of the Evil God?
But then, remembering the Eight Great Righteous Gods’ greed for money—and the Evil God’s hunger for lives—Zhang Yu realized: maybe the Evil God wasn’t all bad.
After all, Kunxu was full of poor souls who had nothing but their lives.
Maybe the Evil God’s followers aren’t so rare after all.
He stared at the fading ashes. “Was this… a backlash from some kind of Ritual Power?”
“Looks like another one of those… idiotic rituals.”
Then he thought back to today’s events.
Did I draw the Evil God’s attention because I’ve been making too much noise? No… Zhou Tianyi knew me long before this. He must’ve been watching me all along.
A cold weight settled in his chest.
And there was no one he could talk to.
Three top schools. The Student Council. The Evil God…
Thinking of the enemies ahead, Zhang Yu sighed.
In the end… I just need to grow stronger.
Especially after how easily he’d defeated Zhou Tianyi—had he been weaker, he’d be the one lying dead now.
Recalling the day’s events—facing or retreating in the dream trial, receiving protection from Zhang Pianpian, defeating Zhou Tianyi with his own strength—he suddenly paused.
A thought struck him.
Earlier, switching between Huangniu Zhenhun Xinfa and the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture, he’d felt inner conflict.
But now, clarity came.
Fight when you must. Retreat when needed. Adapt your mind to the situation. Why was I so conflicted before?
In that instant, the flow of Tianwu Intention became seamless, harmonious. The transition between techniques was now fluid—no hesitation, no resistance.
“Keep training.”
No matter the enemy in the dark, or the rivals from Songyang High, the three elite schools—Zhang Yu had to grow stronger.
One night passed.
Zhang Yu’s Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture advanced to Level 6 (41/60).
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Meanwhile, in the office of Songyang High School.
Su Haifeng listened to the phone, stunned. “He… self-destructed? He betrayed us?”
He nodded repeatedly. “I’ll cooperate. I’ll handle Zhou Tianyi’s expulsion.”
“Don’t worry. No one will notice anything unusual.”
“But what about Zhang Yu?” he asked. “Honestly, the Board, the Student Council, the Inspection Department—they’re all watching him now. Since Zhou’s operation failed, we can’t risk exposure. Maybe… we should let Zhang Yu go for now. Watch other candidates.”
“After all, Zhang Pianpian can only protect him for half a year at most…”
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Back at Songyang High.
The campus remained calm—filled with the usual quiet of study and cultivation.
Zhang Yu stood in the midst of it all, sensing the peace.
He looked at students absorbed in their books and practice—so focused, so ordinary.
Yesterday’s brutal clash on the training ground felt like it had never happened.
Even Zhou Tianyi’s disappearance went unnoticed. Some said he’d been expelled—just like Liang Qin. No one cared. Expulsions were common here.
Only when someone jumped off a building did students talk about it during lunch.
But Zhang Yu sensed subtle changes.
No one came near him anymore.
The classmates who used to greet him, ask for help, or seek advice in cultivation—gone.
It was as if an invisible wall had formed around him, pushing everyone away.
He knew why.
They’re afraid of being dragged into trouble with the Student Council. So even talking to me is too risky.
Clang!
Bai Zhenzhen dropped her tray and sat across from Zhang Yu.
Seeing her, Zhang Yu sighed—thankful he still had a real friend.
Bai Zhenzhen shoveled food into her mouth as she said, “Yu, lend me your Lushu for a few days.”
Zhang Yu blinked, then silently revised his earlier thought: I don’t have a brother who asks to borrow a 100,000-value item like that.
Clang!
Qian Shen slammed his tray down and sat beside Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu smiled. Lao Qian might be lower in grades, wear thick glasses, and look down on low-scoring students—but he was still reliable.
After a few bites, Qian Shen suddenly asked, “Uh… that Zhang Pianpian from yesterday—699 points—how close are you two?”
“Can you introduce me? I wanna add her on socials…”
Zhang Yu stared at him in shock.
He immediately retracted his earlier thought.
You little creep!
You’re my brother, and you’re eyeing my sister?
Who do you think you are, trying to climb onto that leg?
But then he paused.
Qian Shen was an orphan too. And the way he looked at Zhang Pianpian—eyes blazing with admiration.
Zhang Yu realized: This guy’s just a fan. A hardcore one.
He said, “Sure, I can introduce you.”
“But the friend request? 3,000 credits. Send it to me.”
(End of Chapter)
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