Chapter 155: Spiritual Realm Cultivation, Poor Alliance Appears

Chapter 155: Spiritual Realm Cultivation, the Poor Alliance Appears

Just as Zhang Yu was midway through his deduction, his face flushed red, and he said, “Ah Zhen, if you’re going to run, run properly—could you stop shaking so violently?”

Bai Zhenzhen replied impatiently, “Stop nagging! How else can I run fast? I didn’t install any shock absorbers.”

Zhang Yu added, “Then could you tone down the electricity? It’s making me feel sick.”

Bai Zhenzhen sneered, “The Lightning Step isn’t supposed to carry electricity—so why call it Lightning Step? Your flesh is so tough you can take a few shocks without a problem.”

After a while, Zhang Yu fell silent, and Bai Zhenzhen assumed he had no further objections.

But the next instant, a look of disdain flashed across her face: “You little brat… you really should be neutered.”

Bai Zhenzhen felt the situation was like taking a brand‑new car for a spin with a good buddy, only for that buddy to complain he can’t hold his stool and is about to soil the vehicle.

“I warn you, if you mess with me on my back, I’ll operate on you today!”

“Do you think I wanted this?” Zhang Yu winced, “I told you not to shake, not to discharge electricity—wasn’t that your fault?”

Watching Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, Fu Ji thought to herself, “For Bai Zhenzhen to encounter Zhang Yu, allowing her spirit root to evolve rapidly under the nourishment of Zhang Yu’s ten‑level techniques, is a stroke of luck.”

“Conversely, Zhang Yu meeting Bai Zhenzhen and receiving the aid of that true spirit root and his deductions… that too is a blessing.”

“Zhang Yu accelerated Bai Zhenzhen’s growth, and she, in turn, fed back into him, making him stronger.”

“And the two of them meeting me added even more fortune to their fates.”

“Destiny can be downright miraculous at times.”

“I have a feeling.”

“This time may be the most pivotal investment of my life.”

“Maybe this time… I’m really about to strike it rich.”

……

In the blink of an eye, it was already the next day after school.

Today was also the day Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, and Yu Xinghan had arranged to venture together into the Spiritual Realm for a Dao‑heart tutorial.

In the cafeteria of Songyang High School.

Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, Qian Shen, and Zhao Tianxing were eating together.

Around them, students cast glances at the quartet, occasionally tinged with awe.

“Did you hear? The monthly exam results are out, and a teacher said Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen’s data have already reached senior‑year levels.”

“They’re monsters, no wonder they can knock the student‑council president to his knees.”

“What knees? They were forced to vomit on the spot! Look, I even have a GIF.”

“That GIF is reversed, isn’t it?”

“And I’ve got this picture—see how the student‑council officer’s chest bears the three characters ‘college student’…”

“I used to think Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were gentle, but their blows are ruthless.”

“All these high‑scorers are the same…”

“What’s the point? If I were them I’d be even harsher; otherwise I wouldn’t have scored so high. Top students love to trample the underachievers! If anyone’s to blame, it’s the student‑council members for not being good enough themselves…”

As rumors spread, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen became, in the eyes of many students, the school’s de facto tyrants—standing atop Songyang High’s hierarchy, worthy of being called the Songyang Emperor.

Meanwhile, third‑ranked Qian Shen and eighth‑ranked Zhao Tianxing were also regarded as formidable scholars, like generals serving under the Songyang Emperor, constantly guarding Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.

Their table was essentially a banquet for the first‑year elite, exuding a pressure so palpable it made other students feel ashamed and keep their distance.

At that moment, another group entered the cafeteria, led by He Dayou, the fourth‑ranked student of the first year.

Though He Dayou had also become a “purple person,” a special training‑implant surgery had altered his musculature, making his metabolism unusually rapid.

Consequently, some parts of his body glowed deep violet, others a lighter hue, as if segmented.

By Zhang Yu’s description, He Dayou now resembled a purple mantis shrimp.

But his power boost was tangible; the son of a school board member still held the fourth‑year standing and had already become the new vice‑president of the student council.

When he saw Zhang Yu’s table, He Dayou’s steps faltered slightly.

As the board member’s son, his first trouble after becoming vice‑president was how to deal with Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen.

“Abandoning competitions shows those two have completely given up on making the Top Ten.”

“Then they no longer pose any competition for me.”

“As for conflicts of interest or old grudges… those belong to Zhou Chechen, Lan Ling, and the like; they’re none of my concern.”

“I don’t need to race those two penniless wretches; we’re not on the same track. If I make the Top Ten, they’ll be like a beetle seeing the sky.”

He Dayou gave a brief command to a nearby student, and moments later a tray of enchanted beast meat for nourishment was delivered to Zhang Yu’s table.

After a nod of acknowledgment from Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, He Dayou turned and headed up to the second floor of the cafeteria.

But in his mind, another worry began to surface.

“Can I still make the Top Ten?”

“Songyang High’s gap with the three major schools is widening every day.”

“In my cohort, do I still have a chance to snatch Top‑Ten slot?”

Meanwhile, after Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had eaten their fill, they returned to their dorm, donned the Spiritual‑Realm mask, and prepared for the tutorial arranged with Yu Xinghan.

That mask, too, was borrowed from Yu Xinghan.

Putting on the mask, they entered the URL, and in an instant the world before their eyes blurred, transporting them to another realm.

…the Spiritual Realm.

Before Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen stood a tower that seemed to stretch infinitely upward.

As they stood before it, countless figures streamed in and out of the entrance every moment.

Yet those figures were like phantoms—overlapping, passing through one another without the slightest disturbance.

Bai Zhenzhen said, “So this is the public area of the Spiritual Realm; it’s my first time here.”

Zhang Yu nodded, thinking how increasingly it resembled a virtual world.

Previously they had entered the Spirit‑Realm’s constructed illusion, which was mostly a single‑purpose testing arena, like a game that ended once cleared.

But the place Yu Xinghan had summoned them to was the public sector of the Spiritual Realm.

It was like a website on the internet—ever‑present, receiving endless visitors.

Even so, not everyone is qualified to enter; they had paid Yu Xinghan for temporary access rights, which allowed them to be here.

At that moment, Yu Xinghan’s silhouette flickered, appearing beside them, and he said, “You’re here? Then let’s go inside together.”

“This is the Wenda Hall of the Xianyun Group, a tutoring institute built within the Spiritual Realm.”

“But the Spiritual Realm charges steep fees and demands high clearance; it’s always by appointment and recommendation.”

“Even so, the clientele are the wealthy patrons of the entire Kunxu First Layer, so the foot traffic never wanes.”

Listening to Yu Xinghan’s introduction, Bai Zhenzhen exclaimed, “The whole Kunxu First Layer?”

Yu Xinghan nodded and said, “Every floor of the Kunxu can be reached from the spirit realm to attend make‑up lessons here.”

As he spoke, the two of them had already stepped inside.

When they crossed the threshold, flickering lights danced before their eyes, as if they had been whisked to some floor of the building.

Yu Xinghan continued, “This place chiefly offers make‑up sessions for the Dao‑heart and martial paths.”

“After all, the Dao‑heart can be tempered in the spirit realm, and the martial way can be practiced in varied ethereal scenarios, each yielding its own insights; yet power and flesh must still be amassed, grain by grain, in the material world.”

“There are countless methods to hone the Dao‑heart.”

“For instance, one may walk the path of the mighty, treading the very roads they once trod, thereby drawing ever nearer to the Dao‑heart they possess.”

“Even extreme suffering can stir the growth of the Dao‑heart.”

“Yet such methods either bear heavy side‑effects or progress sluggishly.”

“The finest approach remains to tailor fitting scenarios to each practitioner’s cultivation technique, and train within them…”

In the meantime, Yu Xinghan led the pair deftly into a classroom.

“I have leased a venue for Dao‑heart tempering here; this time we shall use it together.”

“By the way, what cultivation techniques are you two looking to temper? We’ll need to set the stage in advance…”

……

Just as Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen followed Yu Xinghan into the building.

Outside the Hall of Inquiry, a vague silhouette continuously monitored those entering and leaving.

Suddenly, Mo Tianyi’s voice whispered into his ear, “Boss, Zhang Yu and the others have arrived.”

The silhouette asked, “Can you see what they are doing?”

Mo Tianyi replied, “I’ve only been here a short while; give me a moment…”

A moment later, Mo Tianyi said, “Found them. They share a classroom with Yu Xinghan, tempering their Dao‑hearts together.”

The silhouette, curious, asked, “Can three people use a Dao‑heart tempering chamber at once?”

Mo Tianyi explained, “In theory, there’s no problem.”

“After all, a Dao‑heart tempering chamber is essentially a setting that matches a practitioner’s technique, allowing intense training to invigorate the Dao‑heart.”

“If three use it together, it should generate a scenario that accommodates all three techniques simultaneously.”

The silhouette said coolly, “Show me their situation.”

Mo Tianyi: “One moment.”

Moments later, an image materialized before the silhouette’s eyes.

Beneath a sky heavy with dark clouds, a factory churned at full capacity.

Striking workers gathered outside the gates in protest, while security formed a human wall to block them.

Suddenly, a guard brandishing a long staff surged into the crowd, clashing with the peak‑qi workers in a tangled melee.

“Yu Xinghan?” The silhouette, seeing the guard’s likeness, asked puzzled, “Which technique is he cultivating this time?”

Mo Tianyi replied, “The Heavenly Martial Heart‑Refining Manual. Thus, he’s been placed in a fiercely brutal battlefield, acting as the company’s security force, pitting a profit‑driven corporation against destitute workers in a savage clash.”

The silhouette nodded slightly, “Indeed, a ferocious arena where life and death hang in the balance.”

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