Chapter 723: Specially Approved by the True Lord, Bring in the Money! (Bonus chapter 1,690 words)

Chapter 723: True Lord’s Special Approval, Bring on the Wealth! (Plus 1690+ Words)

Chang Buxiu was a poor man.

His mother had named him Buxiu, meaning "without rest," in the devout hope that his future would be blessed with endless toil, ensuring he would never suffer the ignominy of unemployment and the consequent failure to service his birth-debt.

Regrettably, Chang Buxiu’s natural endowments were thoroughly mediocre; it was whispered that at his very birth he had been pronounced congenitally deficient, possessing only the lowest tier of immortal affinity. It was only by enduring three years of high school that resembled a literal tearing asunder of sinew and bone, augmented by a cocktail of potent, potential-forcing narcotics, that he had managed with great difficulty to scrape into a junior college, graduating at the peak of the Qi Condensation realm.

Yet graduation was merely the prelude to unemployment, as the swelling ranks of junior college graduates year upon year rendered employment increasingly elusive, leaving him to subsist precariously on a succession of temporary odd jobs.

With the great upheaval of heaven and earth and the onset of war, his existence grew harsher still; prices soared, vacancies vanished, and earnings plummeted, even as a host of new expenditures requisite for security and self-preservation emerged, causing his weight to drop progressively lower.

In the interim, many classmates and friends he had known slipped one by one into the silence of severed contact—some arrested for unauthorized breakthroughs, others vanished after throwing in their lot with the Righteous Qi Alliance, and yet others caught in the crossfire of battle, disappearing into the collateral void, or succumbing to illness and the famine of medicine.

Chang Buxiu had occasionally pondered whether he ought to defect to the Righteous Qi Alliance, but his heart could never quite summon the resolve to abandon everything and defy the Heavenly Court.

"What if conditions in the Alliance are even worse? What if the Heavenly Court returns?"

The grand promises of the Alliance—of a world without junior colleges, where all arrivals were treated as proper university students, and every soul cultivated the orthodox arts of the immortal sects—mattered not a whit to Chang Buxiu; he merely wished to live, and wished nothing more than that.

As the great clash of the Deity Transformation masters commenced, the times grew narrower and more desperate... until the Sky-Breaking Initiative unfolded, bringing with it an explosion of factories and expanding assembly lines, and Chang Buxiu finally realized his long-held dream, securing a position as a formal factory laborer.

From that moment on, he was finally granted the privilege of volunteering for daily overtime, securing a stable monthly wage and supplementary overtime pay that allowed him to add a few more tablets to his daily ration of painkillers.

He had allowed himself to believe that days would brighten, but following a wave of junior college students who drained their micro-loans before deserting to the Righteous Qi Alliance, Chang Buxiu, branded by the same educational pedigree, found his borrowing capacity drastically curtailed as platforms subjected him to increasingly draconian credit reviews.

The debts accumulated since childhood left his resilience to financial shocks abysmal, and in the twinkling of an eye, he stood upon the precipice of bankruptcy.

Until today, when staring at the notification that materialized within his ocular implant, Chang Buxiu fell into a state of absolute stupefaction.

"No interest, no repayment schedule, disbursed directly into my account?" Chang Buxiu murmured inwardly. "What manner of thing is this?"

Peering more closely at the missive, he thought, "Relief funds? A gratuitous donation?"

His instinctive reaction was suspicion of a hoax, akin to the ubiquitous cultist deceptions that infested the world since the sky had altered; he even suspected his system had been compromised by a demonic virus.

"Am I infected? Is that why I am seeing such illusions?"

Chang Buxiu’s brow furrowed tightly; he dared not utter a word of this suspected infection to outsiders, terrified it might cost him his livelihood.

It was only when the colleagues around him began, one after another, to murmur about the relief funds that Chang Buxiu realized he was not the sole victim of this contamination.

Yet his heart sank further still: "Could the Righteous Qi Alliance have sabotaged the factory and poisoned us all? Will they sack every one of us because of this?"

He recalled a news item concerning a certain facility where a single laborer had contracted the "Two-Day Weekend Virus," resulting in the preemptive termination of the entire workforce for the sake of corporate security.

Some workers, however, refused to believe this was the work of a pathogen.

One remarked, "The funds have already cleared. This must be a glitch in the company’s accounting system."

Another cautioned, "No one touch a single coin of that money! If the company suffers a loss, we will all be dismissed and forced to pay restitution!"

Someone cried out in terror, "What... what should I do? Today is my settlement date, and the deposited money was automatically deducted by my creditors!"

The crowd regarded him with looks of profound pity, as though gazing upon a corpse.

A voice suggested, "Quickly sell whatever you can part with, and replace the company’s misdirected funds before anything else."

Another chimed in, "Quite right, otherwise it will be treated as grand larceny, and you will be ruined. Any future employer will slash your wages..."

Chang Buxiu shook his head as he watched the man, then turned his gaze back to the surplus funds sitting in his own account, his mind racing to determine where the money might be safely cached, so that he could produce it instantly the moment the company demanded its return.

Just then, a video link was broadcasted to the ocular implants of every factory hand.

An exclamation broke the silence: "True Lord Zhuyi!"

"Is that the quasi-Deity Transformation master?"

"What is he saying?"

Chang Buxiu watched Zhang Yu within the projection, listening as the figure spoke words such as "apologies for causing panic," "truly no repayment required," "non-existent interest," and "assisting everyone through these trying times"...

"Madness," Chang Buxiu lamented silently. "Has True Lord Zhuyi lost his wits?"

Following Zhang Yu’s repeated assurances, individuals finally began to utilize the spiritual currency deposited into their accounts.

Unable to withstand the temptation any longer, Chang Buxiu ultimately used the currency to purchase his pain medication.

As he felt the long-standing injuries from his high school years being gently soothed away, a faint smile crept unbidden onto his lips.

"Today I can handle a few more pieces of piecework, and earn a bit more overtime."

"If this keeps up, bankruptcy will be averted."

"How wonderful."

Not long thereafter, another transmission was dispatched, manifesting directly before Chang Buxiu’s eyes.

"...By special approval of the True Lord, you have been granted a wage increase?!"

"An... an increase! A wage increase specially approved for me by the True Lord?" Chang Buxiu’s eyes widened instantly, staring at the script in sheer disbelief.

A salary raise was, in the folklore of countless junior college students, an immortal blessing found once in ten thousand cases, rumored to occur only to those elite 'Top Ten University' graduates who enjoyed the peculiar favor of heaven and earth.

Because no one had ever actually witnessed a junior college graduate receive a raise, Chang Buxiu had always suspected that these were merely fabricated screenplays designed to harvest web traffic, straining to graft the legends of elite scholars onto the heads of common laborers.

Yet today, not only had he encountered such a miracle, but the beneficiary of the raise was himself.

"An immortal providence has befallen me?!"

"Specially approved by True Lord Zhuyi, enlightening me in person?"

In that instant, countless tales of ancient immortals bestowing enlightenment upon mortals, high cultivators guiding subordinates, and wealthy patrons elevating the destitute into sudden fortune rushed through Chang Buxiu’s mind like a tidal wave of populist literature.

Glancing at his fellow laborers who remained hard at work around him, Chang Buxiu exerted every ounce of his will to suppress the joyous expression on his face, daring not betray a single hint: "No one must ever discover that my wages have been increased."

Simultaneously, the spiritual energy within his body accelerated its circulation; all fatigue and soreness seemed to vanish without a trace in that very moment, and his operational efficiency surged once more.

In that flash of inspiration, Chang Buxiu seemed to envision his future earnings climbing step by step under the guidance of True Lord Zhuyi, surpassing the junior college tier, eclipsing the local academy tier, and even rivaling the elite graduates of upper-tier institutions, until his loans were fully expunged and he lived out his days in a paradise of unrestricted painkillers.

"True Lord, look upon me."

"I shall prove to you that your judgment was flawless, and that I indeed possess the potential for a higher salary..."

Yet before he knew it, Chang Buxiu noticed that for some inexplicable reason, a faint, mysterious smile had also bloomed across the faces of his comrades all around him.

The entire factory grew increasingly fervid, the assembly lines being driven by the collective hands of the workforce until they practically began to smoke.

...

The Third Level of Kunxu.

Near the Great Cavity.

Xiong Wenwu had been summoned here by Hu Yuntao.

Following the navigation array within his ocular implant, he arrived at the interview venue, only to discover to his astonishment that the candidates gathered for the assessment were exclusively of demon descent.

"A special interview exclusively for demonkind?" Xiong Wenwu stared in surprise at the projection hovering a short distance away. "Such a recruitment drive exists?"

"Will this truly not be denounced as discrimination?"

As an upperclassman who had already advanced far in his studies at the Heavenly Demon University, Xiong Wenwu was long familiar with the various facets of demon culture.

Just as doubt crystallized in his mind, a demon student from the University of Myriad Laws stepped forward to the front of the stage, unleashing a Golden Core domain that heavily cowed every demon present.

"My name is Shi Yunxiang."

"Count yourselves fortunate that True Lord Zhuyi has shown clemency, condescending to employ you little beasts."

“I’ll be the one conducting your training from here on out.”

“Let me make this clear upfront—I harbor deep prejudice against demon-blooded individuals…”

Xiong Wenwu swept his gaze across the room. Not a single demon-blooded person raised an objection. Clearly, for most of them present, securing employment mattered far more than confronting discrimination—at least for now.

…

In the Spirit Realm, countless soul cultivators erupted into cheers.

Zhao Tianxing stared at the bonus that had just appeared in his account and couldn’t help but murmur in awe, “Is this the might of a quasi-Divine Transformation cultivator? To elevate the cultivation potential of thousands upon thousands in a single stroke…”

Hu Yuntao gaped at the ever-expanding list of bonus recipients. “Money… money is pouring out endlessly! The True Lord is burning through his cultivation base!”

Old Man Ying Xin shouted, “Overtime! More overtime!” He forwarded the updated bonus rules and added, “The sooner you finish your production quotas, the bigger your bonus!”

Che Yufei let out a roar: “I can feel Master Zhaoyi’s power flooding into my body—I’m going all out! I’ll crush every last production task ahead of me!”

Other soul cultivators echoed him: “All out!”

Mo Tianyi bellowed, “The True Lord’s already paid us bonuses—what more is there to say? We’re giving everything we’ve got to this mission!”

…

Watching the funds vanish at breakneck speed, Ying Xin—the company’s finance officer—felt her heart pound with dread.

Especially now, during yet another expansion phase of the Tai Xu Cloud Vault, every production line, distribution point, and channel was hemorrhaging money under the Skyrend Initiative, without generating any new revenue streams.

Staring at the relentless stream of expenditure alerts flashing before her eyes, she couldn’t help but ask Zhang Yu, “Boss Zhang, if we keep handing out bonuses and raising salaries like this, the company’s coffers will run dry again.”

Zhang Yu replied calmly, “I’ll transfer another batch of funds. Keep distributing them. If you run low, just tell me.”

As he spoke, avatar after avatar flickered across his vision—like an ancient emperor signing death warrants—but Zhang Yu was rapidly approving salary increases instead.

After all, wage adjustments within Kunxu were matters of utmost gravity; subordinates dared not approve anything without his personal authorization.

Ying Xin thought to herself, *It’s not that I’m pressuring you for money… I’m terrified of what happens if we keep burning through capital like this…*

Judging by the current rate of expenditure, she found this far more horrifying than any desperate struggle—and the cost far exceeded what most people would pay even by burning their lifespans.

Fu Ji watched the plummeting asset figures with anguish and cried out, “That’s enough, Zhang Yu! Seriously, that’s enough! Do you want to drive your two masters to their graves?”

Zhang Yu ignored her. His eyes remained fixed on the Skyrend Initiative, accelerating wildly—pushing forward, onward, ever onward!

Masses of the latest-generation Tai Xu Cloud Vaults rolled off production lines, alongside Skyrend Spikes—components designed to retrofit older models.

Shared Tai Xu access points flooded the streets, their numbers surging by the minute thanks to the terrifying productivity of the Ten Great Academies.

More and more cultivators began switching to Tai Xu Cloud Vaults equipped with Skyrend Spikes.

Unnoticed by many, the Skyrend Initiative had quietly reached its final stage.

Zhang Yu lifted his gaze toward the heavens and thought silently, *Next, I must rally everyone—together, we’ll activate the Skyrend Spikes on our Tai Xu Cloud Vaults and tear open the firmament itself.*

He knew full well: to shatter the sky at countless points simultaneously and trigger its total collapse, the Ten Great Academies alone wouldn’t suffice—not nearly enough in number.

“So we need more people.”

“Ten Greats, Upper Colleges, Lower Colleges, vocational schools… the more, the better.”

Zhang Yu’s Skyrend Plan aimed to mobilize every single person—students, graduates, elites from the Ten Greats or humble attendees of vocational colleges—all united in rending the heavens asunder.

Meanwhile, one academy after another began deploying their own methods to advance the Skyrend Initiative.

No longer hiding anything, the Ten Great Academies now publicly unveiled the Skyrend Plan to the entire populace, calling on everyone to gather at Kunxu’s Third Layer and jointly activate their Tai Xu Cloud Vaults’ Skyrend Spikes to rip apart the sky above.

To ensure success, Demon College mandated unpaid overtime for all faculty, students, affiliated school personnel, and employees of campus-linked enterprises to participate in the Skyrend Initiative.

Netherworld College issued notices imposing fines on anyone refusing to join.

Vajra College declared that non-participants would be blacklisted—permanently barred from promotions, raises, or advancement.

Celestial Arms College integrated participation directly into performance evaluations, tying it to monthly and annual compensation…

As each academy deployed its unique tactics, vast crowds streamed toward Kunxu’s Third Layer—some clutching newly purchased next-gen Tai Xu Cloud Vaults, others wielding retrofitted older models, and still others renting shared units.

But the actions of the Ten Great Academies soon drew the attention of the Righteous Alliance.

A wave of attacks and propaganda crashed down upon them without warning. Righteous Alliance cultivators descended from the skies, striking relentlessly at the converging masses.

In response, the strongest of the Ten Great Academies stepped forth, unleashing continuous battles across Kunxu’s Second and Third Layers—turning the region into a warzone teeming with danger.

Yet even more impactful—and threatening—was the Righteous Alliance’s propaganda campaign.

“Listen up, everyone!”

In the Shadow Spirit Realm, True Lord Liang Yan roared, “Will you keep dying for the Ten Greats? Are you really waiting for Heaven’s Court to descend and claim you?”

“Neither the Ten Greats nor Heaven’s Court see you as human beings.”

“Only by defeating the Ten Greats and stopping Heaven’s Court can we reclaim our humanity—so we’re no longer driven into bankruptcy, trampled underfoot, or worked to death only to be discarded like rags when we’re gone.”

True Lord Liang Yan continued, “You won’t have to worry about jobs or debts anymore. No more bottlenecking from certification limits—breakthroughs whenever you wish, attend any university freely, study military-grade techniques openly, even learn sect-level arts. Doesn’t that sound like the life you want?”

“You don’t even need to fight or take risks—just refuse to join this so-called Skyrend Plan!”

“Let me remind you: the Alliance Leader has just issued a new task. Anyone who doesn’t actively participate in the Skyrend Plan will receive 100,000 Righteous Points. Go claim your reward now!”

Elsewhere, Junior College True Lord shouted in a video broadcast, “I’ve already crushed three champions of the Ten Great Leagues like Zhang Yu! Three damn champions!”

“And yet under the Ten Great system, I’m still just a junior college student, while someone like Zhang Yu inherits Divine Transformation assets. Why? Because he’s from the Ten Greats—because he’s rich—so he gets wealth we could never earn in a hundred lifetimes!”

“Is that fair?”

“If we blow up the Fifth Layer, Heaven’s Court won’t be able to find its way down. So what if they’re the Ten Greats? Afterward, every one of us can become a Ten Great student—and we’ll stomp them all into the dirt!”

“Doesn’t that feel right? Doesn’t that make sense?”

“Here’s more good news: today, the Alliance Leader announced that every Shadow Spirit Realm user will receive a free military-grade technique of their choice! Those who haven’t claimed theirs—hurry up!”

True Lord Tun Tian also released his own video, declaring, “Attention everyone: the Righteous Alliance will soon launch indiscriminate attacks. If you don’t want to get killed, register your identity in the Shadow Spirit Realm and complete facial recognition.”

“Once we confirm your membership, you won’t be targeted.”

“When registering, use my secret code ‘Tun Tun Tian Tian’ to receive one emergency rescue—if you’re injured, we’ll save you. Hurry and sign up!”

Fueled by this relentless propaganda blitz in the Shadow Spirit Realm, public sentiment shifted dramatically. The flow of people gathering at Kunxu’s Third Layer slowed to a crawl.

Zhang Yu frowned slightly as he examined the latest data. “We’ve only reached 8% of the required participants for the collective sky-rending effort? That’s far too low.”

Beside him, Yu Xinghan remarked, “The Shadow Spirit Realm’s propaganda is overwhelming—mixing threats with generous incentives. Supporting the Skyrend Plan demands real action, while backing the Righteous Alliance requires nothing more than doing nothing.”

“The difference in difficulty is staggering.”

Just then, alarms blared—and another divine radiance in the sky dimmed.

“The Vajra College Divine Transformation…”

Zhang Yu’s heart sank. With another Divine Transformation fallen, only thirty-four remained among the Ten Greats—a gap widening rapidly against the Righteous Alliance. The rate of Divine Transformation deaths would likely accelerate further.

Meanwhile, Magnetic Pole Sovereign’s divine light had already faded to 55% brightness, and Azure Wood Sovereign’s to 43%.

“Their decline is speeding up,” Zhang Yu noted grimly.

Yu Xinghan, standing nearby, harbored silent worries of his own. He knew that even if they succeeded in tearing open the firmament, it wouldn’t instantly relieve the besieged Divine Transformations or immediately turn the tide of battle.

And yet, they hadn’t even managed to breach the heavens—while the vast majority of the populace grew increasingly unwilling to cooperate.

To make matters worse, now another Nascent Soul Sovereign…

At that very moment, Yu Xinghan’s gaze abruptly sharpened. A video flickered into view within his ocular implant—featuring none other than Zhi Gang Shenjun, the once-radiant Sovereign from Vajra University, whose divine light now dimmed.

Yu Xinghan still remembered that Zhi Gang Shenjun was a shareholder of Tuishen Studio, constantly advertising for them by using the physical bodies of Vajra University students.

Now, in the video, Zhi Gang Shenjun’s face was ashen, yet his voice rang with fervor: “Fellow students, esteemed teachers—I, Zhi Gang Shenjun, hereby declare my formal renunciation of evil and pledge allegiance to the Righteous Alliance…”

Hearing those words, Yu Xinghan felt darkness descend before his eyes. He could already imagine how public morale would plummet once more.

A Sovereign’s surrender was far more devastating to morale than outright defeat.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yu’s ocular implant pulsed wildly—a barrage of messages flooding in from several Core Formation True Lords of Vajra University.

He didn’t need to read them to know they were frantically urging him to crack open the Nascent Soul Sovereign’s legacy vault.

Zhang Yu understood that his ability to unlock these legacies had significantly softened the blow to morale among university leaderships following the Sovereigns’ fall.

But for the common folk, the impact on morale was brutally real—and would inevitably further obstruct the final execution of the Heaven-Breaking Plan.

Sure enough, as Zhang Yu checked the data, he immediately saw the rate of manpower gathering slow down once again.

...

“These wretched paupers are utterly hopeless!” Xian Yin True Lord snarled, glaring at the tardy crowds. “Do they truly believe life will improve if the Righteous Alliance wins? A bunch of fools.”

Suddenly, upon seeing the news of Zhi Gang Shenjun’s surrender, Xian Yin’s expression darkened.

This was the first human Nascent Soul Sovereign to defect—an omen of collapse, like a mountain crumbling under its own weight.

Elsewhere, Zhun Da True Lord of Demon University thought silently: *No good. These beggars understand nothing of the grand scheme—they simply can’t be mobilized. The Heaven-Breaking Plan is doomed. Fortunately, I’ve already made a tidy profit.*

Gazing up at the increasingly unstable divine radiance in the sky, he mused: *Perhaps it’s time to withdraw. The later I flee, the greater the danger.*

Wang Yin, standing at the Great Hollow, sighed deeply. “Once the first one surrenders… the rest of the Sovereigns will surely start entertaining their own selfish schemes.”

“Mother…” His eyes fixed on the divine light representing Yin Quan Shenjun, filled with worry. “What choice will you make?”

As the situation deteriorated further, the Ten Great Universities were plunged into an atmosphere of storm and ruin.

...

Within the Shadow Spirit Realm.

Inside the conference chamber.

Projections of all manner of figures converged—demonic gods, heretical cultivators, former finance sect disciples, rebel cultivators…

Aside from those Sovereigns still locked in battle on the Nascent Soul frontlines, nearly every major power of the Righteous Alliance had arrived.

Zhang Yu, summoned by the Demon God Register through Fu Ji, had also come.

Da Zhuan True Lord laughed heartily: “College students are so gullible! You don’t even need to actually care for them—just make them believe the Righteous Alliance has won, and they’ll think their lives will improve.”

Liang Yan True Lord remarked coolly: “A pack of beggars—believe anything they’re told. They deserve to stay poor forever.”

Listening to these words beside Fu Ji, Zhang Yu silently asked her through their mental link: “Can you record this?”

Fu Ji replied: “Impossible! This place is encrypted and monitored by so many demonic gods—it’d expose us instantly.”

“And even if we leaked it, so what? They’d just claim it’s fake. We’re losing the narrative war—nothing we say will matter.”

Zhang Yu said nothing, continuing to listen.

Cang Shi Sovereign spoke next: “When do we strike Heavenly Demon University? Thieves are looting my assets! We must stop them immediately!”

“And that insolent Zhang Yu—who dared act while I was away—and all those beast-blooded thieves following him—they must all be captured!”

But no one paid him any heed. This Sovereign, grievously weakened and stripped of much of his power, was now irrelevant.

Tun Tian True Lord followed: “Zhang Yu’s Heaven-Breaking Plan has clearly failed. Is there even any point in doing anything more?”

With that, everyone turned toward Jian Xian True Lord seated at the head of the chamber.

Jian Xian True Lord commanded universal respect—not only for his formidable cultivation but also for his status as a direct disciple of Fu Xian Tian. Unspoken consensus placed him at the forefront of their alliance.

Within his ocular implant, streams of intelligence flowed ceaselessly—reports on the Ten Great Universities, details of the Heaven-Breaking Plan, and dossiers on Zhang Yu himself.

“The Heaven-Breaking Plan… Zhang Yu? Hmph.”

Recalling how his master Fu Xian Tian had personally negotiated with Zhang Yu—and the outcome thereof—a cold glint flashed in Jian Xian True Lord’s eyes.

*An unworthy fool without the slightest capacity…* he thought bitterly. *The Ancestor must have misjudged him. What right does such a man have to stand as my master’s peer?*

Aloud, he declared: “The Heaven-Breaking Plan is utterly bankrupt.”

“But… there are still some stubborn fools setting out.”

“Perfect. Let us use this opportunity to exterminate them all.”

With a flick of his finger, maps materialized before the assembly. “Attack from these positions—kill as many as you can…”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu’s mind stirred. *This plan is pure slaughter for slaughter’s sake. As Fu Xian Tian’s disciple, Jian Xian must know the truth behind the plan. Does he truly endorse annihilating everyone on Levels 2 through 5?*

...

After returning his consciousness to his body, Zhang Yu immediately transcribed the detailed assault plan he’d memorized and began deploying defenses to intercept the coming attacks, hoping to minimize casualties.

Meanwhile, he watched the fading divine lights of the Nascent Soul Sovereigns—Ci Ji Shenjun’s glow had dropped to 53%, Qing Mu Shenjun’s to 41%.

Yet the manpower required for the Heaven-Breaking Plan had only reached 12%.

The situation continued to worsen.

Zhang Yu knew that as long as conditions deteriorated, thwarting one or two enemy assaults would ultimately mean little.

Watching the ever-slowing trickle of arriving people, he gradually steeled his resolve.

He understood now that at this juncture, propaganda, ideals, promises—even punishment or coercion—had dwindling effect.

“To move the countless masses of Kunxu now…”

“To rally them to shatter the heavens…”

“There remains only one method.”

“Just one.”

When Fu Ji saw Zhang Yu unveil his plan—named the Grand Void Red Envelope—her vision blurred and her head spun. “Z-Zhang Yu! Are you mad? You’re going to give money… to *everyone*?!”

“This isn’t just your company’s few thousand or tens of thousands!”

“This is millions—tens of millions—maybe even *hundreds of millions* of people!!”

“Are you going to evaporate *all* the Nascent Soul assets?!”

If last time—when he raised wages and handed out bonuses to employees—had made Fu Ji’s heart bleed, then merely reading this new plan now shattered her Dao-heart entirely.

Zhang Yu said calmly: “Only this can turn the tide. If everyone dies, what use is all this wealth?”

As the Nascent Soul assets erupted, an oceanic flood of capital surged skyward—brutally, violently—hijacking every advertisement, every headline, every screen, until Zhang Yu’s visage appeared before nearly every pair of eyes in existence.

Tian Sheng Gong, witnessing this spectacle, gasped in horror: “How much is this costing?! What message requires such extravagance?!”

In the Shadow Spirit Realm, Jian Xian True Lord—who had been closely monitoring the battlefield—let out a cold laugh. “Addressing everyone directly? A death rattle.”

Fu Ji wailed: “Nooo, Zhang Yu! You’re trying to *save* them—how can you pay them to do it?! How can you throw money away like this?!”

And then, Zhang Yu spoke to the multitudes: “Everyone, I am Zhu Yi True Lord of Myriad Dharmas University—the wealthiest person among the Ten Great Universities, second only to the Nascent Soul Sovereigns themselves.”

“Now I need all of you to join me in shattering the heavens and turning the tide of defeat!”

“But I know your strength is insufficient—you are all far too impoverished.”

“Therefore, I have decided: I shall bestow power upon you! I shall give money to every single one who breaks through the celestial vault!”

“Come! Everyone! Come and take your share!”

“What the Righteous Alliance cannot provide, what the Ten Great Sects cannot offer—I shall grant it all to you today!”

“Simply use the Grand Void Cloud Treasury to pierce the heavens, and these red envelopes shall be yours!”

The next moment, Zhang Yu raised a finger toward the sky and cried, “Money—come!”

Before the stunned eyes of countless onlookers, an ocean of wealth transformed into a storm of crimson red envelopes, surging upward like a furious scarlet dragon, vanishing into the clouds.

(End of chapter)