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Chapter 91: The Dark Side of Kunxu (Thanks to Alliance Lord 'Gaby is Also')
Hearing the enormous sum The Doll mentioned, Zhang Yu’s heart gave a slight leap. A flicker of greed flashed in his eyes. Right now, he truly wanted to make more money.
After all, in Kunxu, money was potential, it was future, it was power. Without money, you couldn’t even pay next month’s loan interest. A beggar had no sense of security at all.
The Doll continued persuading: “Besides, the risk isn’t nearly as great as you think.”
“You feel it’s dangerous only because of the company’s propaganda. They’ve been constantly planting ideas into your mind—‘Don’t oppose the company,’ ‘Oppose the company, and you’ll suffer horribly.’”
“Dark Tutoring Realm has endured for so long—there must be a reason.”
After listening to The Doll’s explanation, Zhang Yu finally grasped the deeper reality.
Major corporations held an iron grip over the first layer of Kunxu, even managing to summon the Eight Great Righteous Gods to spy on all corners. But the world wasn’t entirely under their control. There were still places where even the Eight Great Righteous Gods couldn’t see.
“The poorer the area, the more destitute the people, the fewer cultivators—infrastructure crumbles, surveillance is almost nonexistent. That’s exactly where you can slip through the cracks.”
“As for the Eight Great Righteous Gods and the city government—they’re all the same. Any major gang pays taxes legally and worships sincerely. They still have righteous deities watching over them.”
Zhang Yu sighed, incredulous. “Paying taxes legally, being devout—does that mean you can break the law?”
The Doll responded with utter certainty: “Of course it does. Why wouldn’t it?”
“Every major gang is backed by powerful companies. Gangs are just tools—weapons companies use against each other. The Top Ten Sects may monopolize Kunxu, but even they compete fiercely among themselves.”
“A gang is just a company’s night pot—useful, and it has its own space to survive.”
“Listen to me. If you were just a regular freshman, I’d never recommend this. But you’ve got a Level 10 cultivation technique—this is perfect for hiding your identity and running illegal tutoring.”
“And we’re in the same boat. If you get caught, I’m dragged down too. Why would I lie?”
Zhang Yu had heard vague rumors about gangs before, but never such deep secrets. Though it all sounded plausible, he still couldn’t fully trust the Evil God in front of him. So he sent a message to Zhang Pianpian, asking about the Dark Tutoring Realm.
Zhang Pianpian: Why suddenly asking about this?
Zhang Yu: A friend told me. I’m short on cash—just looking for ways to earn some quick money.
Zhang Pianpian: Hmm. Being able to rank first in martial arts does give you some leverage.
Zhang Pianpian: Try going to this address. If you can do it, go ahead. If not, keep building your strength.
Then Zhang Pianpian called him—video chat.
When Zhang Yu answered, he saw her fingertip drawing a rune in the air. A single Invisibility Charm shot through the network and landed directly on his head.
Zhang Pianpian: Done. This charm will hide your true identity for twelve hours.
“Besides, if you want to disguise your face and body, you can try your newly refined Chisui Hunyuanqi.”
Zhang Yu watched in fascination as Zhang Pianpian drew the rune. “That ability—drawing runes through the internet—how high a faith level does that take?”
Zhang Pianpian: Don’t overthink it now. Focus on what’s ahead.
After hanging up, Zhang Yu stared at the address Zhang Pianpian sent. It was nearly 70 kilometers from the center of Songyang City—deep in the remote outskirts.
As he pondered her words, a thought struck him: My sister knows about the Dark Tutoring Realm… but she seems to doubt I’d even get a job there.
Is it because she doesn’t know I’ve already mastered several Level 10 techniques? She thinks I won’t survive in that underworld?
Zhang Yu’s trust in Zhang Pianpian far surpassed his trust in The Doll.
Outside, the night was thick, neon lights shimmering across the sky—perfect timing to go out. And with the Invisibility Charm protecting him, it was the ideal moment.
“Still… if I’m going into the shadow tutoring world, I do need to hide my identity. She said I could try Chisui Hunyuanqi?”
Then an idea sparked in his mind. “Wait—does she mean I should manipulate my muscles to change my appearance?”
As Zhang Yu pondered how to use Chisui Hunyuanqi to alter his form, the doll around his neck suddenly spoke in surprise: “You’ve got a woman this powerful watching over you? She can draw runes through the network—her rune cultivation is no joke.”
Zhang Yu ignored The Doll and began experimenting with his facial muscles.
With his Level 10 Chisui Hunyuanqi, he already had perfect control over every muscle in his body—something he’d never realized could be used to change appearance before.
A small adjustment, and the mirror reflected a completely different man—no longer the striking, elegant figure he once was. He looked ordinary, even plain. After further control, his height visibly shrank. He looked like a complete stranger.
…
Over half an hour later, as Zhang Yu drew closer to the destination, the infrastructure deteriorated. Ten kilometers out, even bus stops vanished. He had no choice but to walk.
But with his current Physical Strength Level, running wasn’t a problem—fast and steady.
Yet the houses grew smaller, the roads worse. The alleyways on both sides were pitch-black, silent, with almost no lights at all.
Zhang Yu felt like he’d left a sci-fi metropolis and stepped into a forgotten, run-down county town.
Compared to this, his rented apartment felt like luxury.
The eerie silence made him slightly uneasy. “Right… these are all ordinary people. Of course they’re asleep at night.”
Sleep—a word long forgotten to Zhang Yu. A pang of nostalgia hit him.
But this is exactly why such places are perfect—no surveillance, no management. Companies don’t invest here. That’s how gangs survive.
Pushing forward, when Zhang Yu felt a warmth rise in his body and sweat begin to form, he finally arrived at the location.
A grand gate. Vehicles coming and going. A security booth. And the sign above: Songyang Beiyue High-Tech Service Industry Park.
Everything was the opposite of what he’d imagined—no damp, dark hideout, no underground lair.
Zhang Yu blinked. “This is the base of an illegal tutoring gang? It looks… too official.”
The Doll said: “They pay taxes legally. They’re devout. They’re a legitimate gang.”
Zhang Yu frowned. He’d never thought of “gang” and “legitimate” in the same sentence.
Zhang Yu muttered, “Gangs aren’t supposed to be… legal, right? They’re supposed to be violent, underground, hidden from light.”
The Doll laughed lightly. “You’re thinking of the lowest-level scum—useless tools, thrown away once they’re done. In this world, it’s about money and connections. If all you know is fighting, you’ll end up dead on the streets.”
She spoke with the calm authority of someone who’d seen it all.
“Look at this service industrial park—it’s the territory of the Dark Learning Sect. They handle illegal tutoring, cracking cultivation techniques, modifying martial arts, spreading pirated methods. Their parent company? Shenhai Education Group.”
Zhang Yu froze. “Shenhai Education Group?”
He remembered—his original self had enrolled in a tutoring class under that very company’s name.
Zhang Yu asked, “But isn’t Shenhai Education Group itself an education conglomerate that develops techniques and runs tutoring centers? Why would they support a shadow gang?”
The Doll chuckled again. “How naive. There are other companies in the education business. The Dark Learning Sect is just their weapon—used to crack rival companies’ techniques, run experiments, and sabotage enemy gangs. You know… the dirty work.”
As she spoke, Zhang Yu stepped into the complex. Following Zhang Pianpian’s address, he found the number on a small building.
Along the way, the security guards were polite, the scenery pleasant. To Zhang Yu, it looked like any ordinary business park—nothing like a gang’s den.
He pushed open the door and, after a moment’s hesitation, said to the front desk: “I’m here to offer lessons.”
The receptionist smiled. “Of course, sir. Please wait in Room 105. Our sales representative will be with you shortly.”
Zhang Yu walked toward the indicated direction. As he passed several rooms, faint arguing drifted out.
“Damn it… I lost two brothers to bankruptcy, one was dismembered and sold—now you’re trying to lowball me?”
“Don’t talk back. The rule is clear—Level 7 lesson, that’s the price.”
“Rules? Rules! I used to single-handedly raid Jinke Sect’s operations—burned sixteen underground tutoring centers. Why didn’t you tell me about rules then? Now I’m old, can’t train anymore, and you’re quoting rules?”
The door slammed shut. Silence followed.
Zhang Yu entered Room 105 and waited.
After a few minutes, a well-dressed middle-aged man entered, closed the door, and politely asked, “What can I help you with, sir?”
At that moment, The Doll’s voice echoed in Zhang Yu’s mind:
Tell him I’ve got a batch of lessons to offer. Let’s check the goods first.
You don’t know the local gangs. Do as I say. Don’t let them think you’re a rookie. Let me handle the negotiation. You’ll make more money.
Zhang Yu was stunned. He hadn’t expected The Doll to speak directly into his mind.
But the suggestion made sense. He decided to follow her lead.
Lowering his voice, Zhang Yu said: “I’ve got a batch of lessons to offer. Let’s see the goods first.”
His body trembled. A stream of milky-white spiritual energy surged from within, swirling around him in an instant—forming a misty aura.
It was Level 10 Wuji Yunshou.
(End of Chapter)
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