Chapter 442: Seeing President Wang Again, Fighting Ping Han

Chapter 442: Meeting President Wang Again, Battling Zhan Pinghan

The first layer of the Kunxu Realm.

Songyang City.

Songyang High School.

In recent days, sponsored by Ziyun Corporation and Ziyun High School, a lecture series has been held within the walls of Songyang High School.

At the school gate, a statue of Zhang Yu has been erected, reportedly donated via a private corporate line by Le Jingchen, an alumnus of Ziyun High School.

On the training grounds at this very moment, the freshmen of the first year sit obediently, joined by numerous school administrators and physical education teachers, all gathered to listen to Wang Hai, a special-grade gold-medal PE instructor, share his advanced insights on physical refinement.

"The Top Ten—they are the pinnacle of all universities."

"Wanfa University, that is the pinnacle of the Top Ten."

"It is said that at Wanfa University, a low-ranked slacker walking down the street has a certain probability of being beaten to death by the patrols."

"Students with poor grades simply cannot survive at Wanfa University."

"And my student, your senior, Zhang Yu, was admitted to Wanfa University."

"After getting in, he never ceased his forward momentum; not only did he become the top of his class, but he also broke into the top hundred of the entire department, and recently, he even obtained his military certification."

"They say he earns millions every single day now."

Listening to Wang Hai’s account, the students below let out a collective gasp of awe.

The school administrators, though already briefed on the news relayed by Le Jingchen through Ziyun, felt a fresh wave of deep emotion as they listened.

Meanwhile, the other PE teachers looked at Wang Hai with envy, for he had become the highest-paid physical education instructor in all of Songyang City.

Wang Hai continued from the podium: "Back when Zhang Yu was a freshman, I had already discerned his extraordinary nature."

"He didn't just ask me for advice on physical refinement techniques every day; he insisted on training without medicinal supplements to temper his own willpower."

"Of course, do not imitate him in this regard; without the medicine, you simply won't keep up..."

The second layer of the Kunxu Realm.

Wanfa University.

Le Jingchen looked at the message relayed from the first layer via the corporate line and thought to himself, "Let it be for now."

"There is no need to proactively broadcast these trivialities. Next year, when new students from Songyang City join the hometown group, they will naturally speak of these things for me. It is best to let everything ferment naturally."

Le Jingchen did not know if this approach would be effective, but based on what he had heard about Zhang Yu’s character from Le Mulan, he felt this method should have some merit.

Regardless, it cost him few resources, so he did it as a matter of convenience.

"If the opportunity arises in the future, perhaps I can have Ziyun High School merge with Songyang High School."

"That way, Zhang Yu and I will be alumni of the same school."

...

The Spirit Realm.

Li Xuelian flicked her fingertip, and a stream of chat logs from the Songyang Hometown Group appeared, along with photos from Zhang Yu’s social media feed, rumors circulating in various places, and much more.

A moment later, she looked at the Starfire Immortal before her and said, "Father, that is the situation..."

"I told you, if you had listened to me back then and signed Zhang Yu..."

The projection of the Starfire Immortal in the Spirit Realm waved a hand, sighing helplessly, "Enough, enough. My ears have grown calluses from hearing you repeat that."

"It is rare for me to wander the Spirit Realm and come up here to hear news, not to listen to you repeat yourself."

Seeing Li Xuelian about to speak again, the Starfire Immortal quickly pointed to the chat logs before him and asked, "Is this sent by Yu Xinghan? Why is he always discussing dual cultivation with this Lian Tianji? Does he wish to dual cultivate with this woman?"

A strange look flickered in Li Xuelian's eyes as she replied, "Perhaps."

"Sigh, this boy is truly..." The Starfire Immortal shook his head, then continued to peruse the various intelligence reports regarding Zhang Yu, a faint smile appearing on his face.

Watching the Starfire Immortal smile continuously, and then just keep smiling, Li Xuelian asked, "Father, if Zhang Yu ascends to the Golden Core stage, can he help you return?"

Seeing no reaction from the Starfire Immortal, Li Xuelian frowned, looked closer, and a look of helplessness crossed her eyes: "Sigh, so he’s frozen."

"Has your spiritual roaming data run out?"

...

Youming University.

Wang Yin, having successfully become a graduate student, opened the video in his ocular prosthesis as usual.

It was playing footage of Zhang Yu’s competition from last year.

Over the past year, Wang Yin had watched this video incessantly—day and night, while meditating, while taking medicine—until he had memorized every sequence by heart.

He, who once watched with a bleeding heart and agonizing pain, now wore a look of indifference, his heart entirely unmoved.

He said calmly, "Mother, I have not only regained my strength to the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, but my Daoist heart has become as thick and vast as the boundless earth. No matter the failure, the insult, or the humiliation, it can no longer cause the slightest ripple in my heart."

"In fact, every failure and every insult will only transform into fuel for my Immortal Path, allowing me to walk even further."

His mother replied flatly, "You said the same thing last time."

"A Daoist heart is forged through practice."

"It is not something you simply talk about."

"Do you know what people outside are saying about you now?"

Wang Yin said calmly, "What do they say? Mother, please speak freely. The more they insult me, the more my Daoist heart will be tempered."

His mother said coldly, "They say that Wang Yin is a man who cannot even manage to live off his parents properly; his achievements in this life will be limited, and he will likely never even reach the Golden Core stage." Wang Yin’s brows furrowed slightly; he understood the weight of such an insult.

Every descendant of a wealthy bloodline inevitably possesses long-lived elders.

As a scion of wealth, living off one's parents—or rather, learning to utilize the resources of one's elders to thrive—is an essential ability, a key skill, a tradition passed down through generations, and one of the standards by which the strength of a descendant is judged.

"They actually say my ability to live off my parents is lacking? How is this any different from calling me unfilial?"

Wang Yin sneered, his Daoist heart churning, and infinite fighting spirit welled up within him: "I will show these people just how capable I am at living off my parents."

His mother nodded slightly: "It seems you have indeed made progress."

"Then let me tell you something about Zhang Yu; consider it a few questions for you. Do you wish to hear them?"

A sharp light flashed in Wang Yin’s eyes, his fighting spirit burning even brighter: "Proceed, Mother. My Imperial Heart has been craving this day for a year."

"For this past year, I have looked forward to this moment every second, to turn Zhang Yu’s victory into the fuel for my own advancement—this is the Yin-ology of Wang Yin!"

"Mother, I won't hide it from you," Wang Yin said with a confident smile. "If someone defeats me, I might even give them money—ten spirit coins on the spot."

His mother said, "Zhang Yu is now in the top 30 of the Civil Engineering Department at Wanfa University."

Wang Yin smiled faintly and said, "As expected of my rival, Wang Yin’s opponent. He has indeed made great progress over the past year."

"If he is in the top 30 of the Civil Engineering Department, he will eventually have the chance to come to Youming University. This gives me the opportunity to defeat him with my own hands."

"This is truly wonderful."

His mother continued, "Zhang Yu has become the dual cultivation partner of a disciple of a Transformation Deity."

Wang Yin was slightly taken aback, then laughed heartily: "He can actually dual cultivate with a disciple of a Transformation Deity? It seems he has the aptitude for such things."

"Then the value of defeating him in the future will be all the higher."

Mother continued, "He has earned his military certification in the field of cultivation techniques."

"Pfft!"

Wang Yin laughed heartily, "Mom, I know you’d fabricate some tall tales just to test me."

"But claiming Zhang Yu earned a military certificate in his junior year?"

"That is simply too absurd; it fails to serve as any kind of test at all..."

Seeing her indifferent expression, Wang Yin’s smile gradually faded: "It’s true?"

Mother tapped her fingertip, and the news feed of Wanfa University materialized, displaying a photograph of Zhang Yu being awarded his military certificate.

Under his mother’s gaze, Wang Yin fell silent for a moment before murmuring, "I don't know how to solve this problem! I can't do it! It's too difficult!"

Mother shook her head, saying coldly, "Wang Yin, you truly have become incapable of even sponging off your parents properly."

Just as she turned to leave, she suddenly sensed a startling surge of fighting spirit emanating from within Wang Yin.

"Mom, I’ve said it before: the more failures, the more insults, the more setbacks I face, the more it ignites the fire within me."

"I am no longer the person I once was."

Mother smiled, "Good."

"Then do you still require the concealment talisman to shield you from all news regarding Zhang Yu?"

Spiritual energy surged around Wang Yin, bowing to his will like loyal subjects, coalescing and radiating a faint, ethereal glow.

Wang Yin replied, "No need. Now, even if I witness Zhang Yu’s triumphs every single day, I shall only grow stronger."

"I might even add him as a friend myself!"

Mother beamed, "Excellent. This past year, you have truly made great strides; you have finally mastered the mental cultivation of the Imperial Heart."

...

"Hm?"

Zhang Yu’s eyes flickered: "President Wang? He actually sent me a friend request? Didn't he block me ages ago? Could this be a scammer?"

After accepting the request, Zhang Yu checked with Tian Yang and confirmed it was indeed Wang Yin.

Yet, once the connection was made, Zhang Yu had no time for pleasantries and hurriedly closed the chat window.

For he had far more pressing matters to attend to.

Today was the departmental round of the Civil Engineering Competition, a clash between his team and Ping Han’s.

The vast simulated battlefield stood deserted, yet countless civil engineering students were watching the match via livestream.

"It’s starting, it’s starting, it’s finally beginning."

"Zhang Yu versus Ping Han—who truly deserves that military certificate?"

"Who cares about that? I’m here to see who’s better at speculating on Qiongjiang coins."

"It’s definitely Zhang Yu. Rumor has it he’s a master of dual cultivation and partners with a Nascent Soul disciple; his insight into Qiongjiang coins must be far superior to Ping Han’s."

Before the simulated battlefield, the two teams stood in opposition.

Ping Han stared coldly at Zhang Yu, his eyes burning with intense combat intent.

"You bought Qiongjiang coins too?" he asked.

Zhang Yu shook his head, "I don't speculate."

Ping Han let out a cold snort, "Those who do not speculate are destined to be discarded by the era. What right do you have to claim a military certificate?"