Chapter 739: Ten Billion Mending Heaven (Bonus chapter 1,140 words, last day of this month)

Chapter 739: A Hundred Billion to Mend the Heavens (Bonus Chapter 1140+; Last Day of the Month—Secure Your Guaranteed Monthly Tickets!)

After securing investments from the ten academies’ Nascent Soul cultivators, Zhang Yu still did not stop. His next target was the Righteous Alliance.

He thought inwardly, “The ten academies have already contributed both funds and effort. The Righteous Alliance can’t just sit back and reap the benefits.”

Before him, a map of the entire fifth layer of Kunxu emerged within his ocular implants, dotted with numerous coordinate markers.

Zhang Pianpian’s voice followed immediately: “I’ve reviewed all video records from the Divine Power Network over the past year and pinpointed approximate locations where the Righteous Alliance’s Nascent Souls store their cultivation resources.”

Zhang Yu shared the map and coordinates with Bai Zhenzhen beside him and said, “Ah Zhen, come with me—we’re going looting.”

Bai Zhenzhen blinked. “Looting whose house?”

Zhang Yu replied calmly, “The houses of those Nascent Souls in the Righteous Alliance.”

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhenzhen first gasped in shock, then a surge of wild joy flooded her heart. She thought gleefully, “We’re going to be rich again! Finally, we can patch up that hole left from last time when we threw money around like fools!”

She burst into laughter. “Dad! I absolutely adore you!”

Hand in hand, the two streaked across the sky like a long white line, arriving moments later at one of the Righteous Alliance’s strongholds.

A torrential wave of Extreme Emotion Sword Qi swept downward, instantly dismantling the entire building’s defenses.

Zhang Yu then activated the power of his Immortal bloodline, breaking through successive layers of restrictions until they stood before the storage vault of one of the Righteous Alliance’s Nascent Souls.

Their advance was unstoppable—no opponent could withstand them. Those they encountered either knelt in surrender or scattered in terror.

After all, with Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen now linked in combat prowess, no one outside the Zhou Tian Galaxy Formation’s circle of Nascent Soul Sovereigns could stand against them. That was precisely why Zhang Yu had chosen to act alongside Bai Zhenzhen.

Potions, magical artifacts, spirit frames, medicinal herbs, raw materials of every kind… Gazing upon the dazzling array of treasures filling the warehouse, Bai Zhenzhen sucked in a sharp breath. “These Righteous Alliance Nascent Souls hoarded so much?”

She picked up a random vial. “Isn’t this for Qi Refining cultivators? Even Nascent Souls stockpile this stuff? They’d rather let it gather dust here than give it to outer sect disciples who actually need it?”

Meanwhile, Zhang Yu released a flying sword to scan and catalog every item in the vault, then summoned personnel from his company to take possession of the goods.

When Bai Zhenzhen heard Zhang Yu intended to sell everything and use the proceeds as future wages for workers, her earlier delight vanished. “W-wait… You’re giving it all away as salary?!”

Zhang Yu nodded. “Sell what we can. If something can’t be sold, distribute it directly as wages.”

“According to calculations by Teacher and Senior Sister, to slow the Heaven-Collapse, we must expand the outer formation to encompass the entire fifth layer.”

“To complete such a massive project in a short time, we must mobilize everyone possible.”

“No amount of money is ever too much.”

Hearing this, Bai Zhenzhen couldn’t help but ask, “Then… how much will it cost?”

Zhang Yu considered it. “Our company’s funds, plus the ten academies’ investments, plus everything we can seize from the Righteous Alliance—once it’s all poured in, it should be enough.”

*Thud!*

At those words, Bai Zhenzhen felt as if a hammer had slammed into her chest. Her ears rang, her vision blurred.

“All of it?!” she cried in disbelief. “So all this looting… it’s just taking money from Nascent Souls and handing it straight to others?”

Seeing Zhang Yu nod, she said bitterly, “Yu-zi… can’t we at least keep a little for ourselves?”

Zhang Yu took a deep breath. “Ah Zhen, I ache too. But if I take a bit for myself, and you take a bit for yourself, everyone below us will follow suit. In the end, everyone dips their hands in—and however many spirit coins we start with, nothing will remain.”

“This is a matter of life and death. Money can be earned again later—but first, we all have to survive.”

Moments later, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen had already breached three more strongholds.

As storage after storage fell, and vast quantities of goods were hauled away—none of which she could claim for herself—tears silently welled in Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes.

Through sobs, she asked, “Yu-zi… how much are we really going to spend?”

Zhang Yu answered flatly, “Probably over ten billion spirit coins.”

Her sword hand trembled uncontrollably. After a long pause, she forced out a shaky breath and said, “Son… I feel your resolve. Go ahead. If we become beggars… we’ll just earn it all back together.”

As the number of raids grew, Bai Zhenzhen’s initial resentment, pain, and sorrow gradually gave way to numbness.

Meanwhile, the Sentient Sword Spirit within her Qingtian Sword had initially doubted Zhang Yu’s motives. *“Could someone in this age really be so selfless? Is this kid pretending to spend recklessly just to swallow Bai Zhenzhen’s share?”*

In the sword spirit’s view, Kunxu cultivators of this era schemed endlessly to steal from comrades—it was far more plausible than some noble fantasy of “tripling wages for all under heaven.”

But as she observed Zhang Yu’s actions firsthand, she slowly realized—he truly intended to pour everything out.

“How utterly mad.”

Even in ancient times, she’d never seen anyone empty their entire treasury like this.

“What’s the difference between this and a sect distributing all its stored wealth to commoners below the mountain?”

Unable to contain herself, the sword spirit whispered to Bai Zhenzhen, “Has this guy always been this insane?”

Bai Zhenzhen’s mind drifted back—to Zhang Yu in high school, in university—and she sighed softly. “Sometimes I think Yu-zi… is like a sword, long and thick, unyielding in shape, never worn down by circumstance. To him, if it doesn’t fit, it’s the scabbard’s fault. He forces the scabbard to conform to him, making everyone around adapt.”

Watching Zhang Yu sweep his arm grandly once more, ordering another massive haul of goods removed, Bai Zhenzhen’s eyes flickered. Silently, her ocular implant captured the moment.

Though not a single spirit coin had been gained today, somehow… she felt this act of reckless spending would imprint itself deeper in her memory than any profit ever had—like a sword scar etched permanently into her soul.

Even decades hence, she knew she would never forget it.

As Zhang Yu’s raids continued, the Righteous Alliance finally stirred into action.

But their Nascent Soul assets were bound by layers of complex seals, impossible to relocate quickly. Some Righteous Alliance cultivators, upon seeing Zhang Yu approach, even proposed cooperating to unlock the vaults and split the spoils—but Zhang Yu rejected every offer outright.

They couldn’t win in battle, and cooperation was refused. Helpless, they could only watch as Zhang Yu violently shattered seal after seal, hauling away oceans of Nascent Soul-grade wealth.

After fleeing the battlefield, Dazhuan True Lord had been quietly observing events unfold.

Now, his eyes bloodshot, he watched Zhang Yu breach yet another storage site—like a powerless husband standing outside a wall, forced to witness someone repeatedly enter and exit, stealing everything he held dear.

Each time torrents of priceless goods gushed forth, Dazhuan even felt a strange thrill of excitement.

He cursed himself bitterly: “Li Qiuxian! You useless fool, Li Qiuxian! Watching your own treasures get stolen—and you don’t dare lift a finger!”

Just then, his ocular implant flickered—a message appeared in the Righteous Alliance’s Core Formation cultivator group.

Flowing Gold True Lord: I’ve got a plan to reclaim the money Zhang Yu stole!

Devouring Heaven True Lord: What plan?

Measuring Derivation True Lord: I knew we weren’t finished yet! Quick, tell us!

Dazhuan’s eyes lit up with hope.

He recalled Flowing Gold True Lord’s background: once a finance major at Netherworld University, deeply versed in the *Sutra of Burning Dao and Mortgaging Life*, yet thrice defeated by Zhang Yu. Rumor had it that after his last resurrection, he was drowning in debt, his cultivation severely regressed—so much so he hadn’t even qualified for the final battle.

Ironically, that failure had saved his life.

Flowing Gold True Lord: Zhang Yu’s using the stolen funds to pay construction workers. So if we go work on those sites, we’ll earn the money right back! With our strength, can ordinary laborers compete? It’s effectively stealing directly from the Sovereigns—without risking conflict with them.

Devouring Heaven True Lord: You idiot… that’s called *working*.

Measuring Derivation True Lord: Besides, our identities are blacklisted. How can we even apply?

Flowing Gold True Lord: I checked Zhang Yu’s hiring terms—no limits on education, age, or cultivation level. Even former Righteous Alliance members are accepted, paid fairly, as long as they consent to monitoring.

Devouring Heaven True Lord: You traitorous bastard! Are you betraying the Alliance?!

Flowing Gold True Lord: Betrayal? The Alliance Master’s collapsing the heavens, trying to slaughter us all! Even the Sovereigns have ascended to hold up the sky. What loyalty is left to betray?

Measuring Derivation True Lord: But if we help the ten academies win… won’t the Heavenly Court return?

Flowing Gold True Lord declared proudly: “The situation is clear—only two outcomes remain. Either the heavens collapse and we all die together… or the heavens hold, and the Heavenly Court returns.”

The True Lord Liu Jin analyzed, “We either wait to die, or work while waiting to die. If Heaven’s Court descends in the end, at least we’ll have paid more fines and suffered less.”

True Lord Liu Jin was silenced.

Gazing at the silent group chat, True Lord Da Zhuan could still sense… that after Liu Jin’s words, each Nascent Soul True Lord in the group was likely caught in turbulent thoughts.

Da Zhuan thought inwardly, “Should I go work for Zhang Yu?”

Meanwhile, with most of the Divine Transformation assets on Kunxu’s fifth layer already breached by Zhang Yu, he began asking Zhang Pianpian to check whether the second through fourth layers held any assets belonging to the Righteous Alliance.

As for the first layer—it had been completely sealed off from the second by Heaven’s Court during the Great Upheaval of Heaven and Earth, so it no longer mattered.

Just then, a message arrived from an unfamiliar account—none other than Chainhub Immortal of the Righteous Alliance.

Chainhub Immortal spoke coldly, “Zhang Yu, haven’t you taken enough? If you keep looting like this, don’t you fear we’ll refuse to cooperate?”

Within the Zhou Tian Galaxy Formation right now, besides the Divine Transformation cultivators from the Ten Academies, many Divine Transformation experts from the Righteous Alliance were also jointly resisting the Sky Collapse.

Without their support, the pace of Sky Collapse would accelerate drastically.

Zhang Yu replied, “Chainhub Immortal, you now have only two choices.”

“Either sit back and watch Fu Xian Heaven succeed in annihilating the world, watching your wealth go unused as you die.”

“Or join me in stopping Sky Collapse—no matter how much money remains, at least you’ll survive.”

After a heated argument, both sides parted ways bitterly.

But Zhang Yu knew well: these Divine Transformation cultivators of the Righteous Alliance—especially those with financial backgrounds—would never cease resisting Sky Collapse. Their extreme rationality, their absolute profit-driven logic ensured they’d never choose mutual destruction.

Such self-annihilation simply wasn’t in their nature.

Zhang Yu hadn’t particularly liked the financial mindset before—but now, suddenly, he found it not so bad after all.

He thought inwardly, “The myriad personalities, styles, and customs of Kunxu’s people aren’t entirely worthless.”

While Zhang Yu furiously seized Righteous Alliance assets, vast quantities of materials were continuously liquidated.

Because Zhang Yu urgently needed cash, these goods were dumped at low prices onto the Ten Academies and their Divine Transformation cultivators, rapidly draining spirit coins from their hands.

These academies’ Divine Transformation experts—who had already fought long battles and recently supported Zhang Yu—now faced unprecedented liquidity crises.

Yet since the Righteous Alliance’s goods came cheap, there was still profit to be made, so the academies cooperated readily.

More and more funds poured into Zhang Yu’s corporate accounts. Countless job applications flooded in—and foremost among those hired were various kinds of Soul Cultivators.

Zhang Yu understood: managing and directing a project uniting all under heaven required massive Soul Cultivator support—especially now, without True Gods present. They were essential for surveillance, guidance, recordkeeping, equipment operation, and countless other tasks.

Thus, under Zhang Yu’s orders, Soul Cultivators became the company’s top hiring priority.

Countless Soul Cultivators traversed the Spirit Realm, deployed according to construction plans across every corner of Kunxu’s fifth layer.

Having completed these preparations, Zhang Yu knew it was time to intensify recruitment efforts. Next… he would make every cultivator under heaven work for him.

In the next moment, countless screens across Kunxu’s second through fifth layers flickered simultaneously—all forcibly hijacked by a single advertisement.

On screen, Zhang Yu stood atop Kunxu’s fifth layer and declared, “Everyone watching—you may already know, or perhaps not yet… but the sky is falling.”

As he pointed upward, visions of Sky Collapse appeared before countless eyes.

“So I’ve decided to mend the heavens.”

“And to do so, I will invest…”

Above his head, a string of digits began appearing—one zero after another, rapidly multiplying before everyone’s stunned gaze.

10,000!

100,000!

1,000,000!

…

At the construction site, Zhou Chechen and Lan Ling watched the ever-growing number on screen, feeling each added zero radiate overwhelming pressure that left them breathless.

Zhou Chechen murmured dazedly, “Has Zhang Yu… really become this rich?”

To this former Student Council President of Songyang High School, Zhang Yu now seemed capable of buying all of Songyang—or even the entire first layer!

Beside him, Lan Ling trembled, “It’s still rising! Still rising! How can anyone have this much money? Is he even human anymore?”

100,000,000!

From Layer 1.5, Ye Lingxiao cried inwardly in shock, “One hundred million spirit coins?!”

Staring at that terrifying figure, he felt Zhang Yu on screen resembled a deity—more godlike than Divine Transformation cultivators, more divine than True Gods. He was the true god of Layer 5 right now!

1,000,000,000!

“Ten billion spirit coins!” Wang Yin stared at the number, sensing an almost magical weight in the air around him, so heavy it made him want to kneel—to prostrate himself in worship.

Not out of reverence for Zhang Yu—but for those ten billion spirit coins. In Kunxu, such wealth *was* heaven, *was* earth, *was* divine miracle, *was* damn well the Heavenly Dao itself.

At that moment, Wang Yin felt whatever Zhang Yu said next must be right—how could someone with this much money possibly be wrong?

10,000,000,000!

Even Kuang Tianqing gaped wide-eyed, his cultivation energy surging uncontrollably until his Dharma Bones showed signs of overload.

“One hundred billion spirit coins?! He actually has one hundred billion?! Is Zhang Yu really going to throw down a damn hundred billion?!”

Even this cultivator steeped in sect lore was dumbfounded, utterly awestruck.

He couldn’t help but wonder: “If the True Gods still existed—if the Spirit Realm could still contact the heavens above—what would Zhang Yu be like now? The very earth would reshape at his whim; the skies would sing hymns for him; gods would bow before him; the world itself would revolve around his will…”

Meanwhile, Zhang Yu on screen spoke firmly, word by word: “To halt Sky Collapse, I will invest one hundred billion spirit coins.”

“If one hundred billion isn’t enough, I’ll sell company shares, my magic treasures, my Dharma Bones, my flesh, even my seed essence… Even if I’m reduced to nothing, I *will* stop Sky Collapse this time.”

“From this moment onward—I, Zhang Yu, summon all under heaven to work. I alone provide all jobs for the world.”

“Those they reject, I hire. Wages they dare not raise, I raise.”

“Triple wages. Unlimited positions. This is the Hundred-Billion Heaven-Mending!”

“I will force this sky back into place!”

In that instant, the weight of one hundred billion pressed upon heaven and earth alike, and Zhang Yu’s figure burned itself into everyone’s vision.

Alone, he summoned the entire world to labor! At that moment, holding one hundred billion, Zhang Yu became a god in everyone’s eyes—and his words became heavenly edicts, his direction the path of the future.

As Zhang Yu’s declaration echoed through Layers 2 to 5 of Kunxu, countless people followed the direction of his outstretched finger, surging toward Layer 5 like a tidal wave.

But Zhang Yu on screen wasn’t finished. Pointing his finger at the ground of Kunxu’s fifth layer, he said, “Go to work.”

“I’ve placed all one hundred billion spirit coins here—in Layer 5.”

The colossal number above his hand suddenly split apart, fracturing into countless tiny digits scattered across the entire fifth layer, each linked to specific engineering tasks.

Instantly, infinite question-mark projections shimmered over the land of Layer 5. Under the supervision of Soul Cultivators, each mark represented a different task—complete it, and earn the spirit coins Zhang Yu had invested.

“If you want spirit coins—go work!”

In the sky, waves of people surged upward like floods, breaking through barriers between realms, rushing toward Layer 5, toward construction sites, toward their jobs.

From that moment on—human or demon, man or woman, from the Ten Academies or vocational colleges—all of Kunxu’s people from Layers 2 to 5 poured forth en masse.

Fear of Sky Collapse? Threat of death? No… In their eyes now burned only greed—for money, for wealth, for Zhang Yu’s one hundred billion spirit coins.

For spirit coins, they would shatter the very earth beneath their feet and dare mend a collapsing sky.

As the tide of humanity surged violently forward, Ying Xin watched in stunned disbelief as company revenues skyrocketed—both the loan platform and the Grand Void Cloud Vault saw user numbers explode in a new wave of unprecedented growth.

Ying Xin gasped, “So many people are leasing Grand Void Cloud Vaults just to work on the Fifth Layer—and to lease those vaults, they’re all borrowing from the lending platforms!”

At this moment, few had actually arrived at their workplaces on the Fifth Layer; most were still en route. Thus, in Ying Xin’s eyes, the company’s account balance wasn’t falling—it was surging wildly, driven by the explosive rise in shared cloud vault users and their mounting deposits.

The sheer magnitude and terrifying speed of this financial surge left Ying Xin breathless, as if witnessing a myth unfold before his eyes.

He thought silently, “Mr. Zhang… was this part of your plan too? I’m truly awed…”

Meanwhile, the construction sites on the Fifth Layer grew ever more frenzied.

Chang Buxiu, who had arrived early, finished watching Zhang Yu’s video and felt his fighting spirit soar to the heavens. Alarms blared incessantly within his ocular sockets, warning of mana overdrive.

His feet blurred into a trail of afterimages as he pushed the wheelbarrow before him at breakneck speed.

“A hundred billion spirit coins for triple wages? Truly worthy of Lord Zhuyi!” he roared inwardly. “He’s pouring every last coin into our wages!”

“I’ll give it everything I’ve got!”

In that instant, Chang Buxiu held only one thought: working twenty-four hours a day was merely the world’s limit; exerting qi refinement strength was merely his cultivation’s limit—but neither came close to the boundless depths of his loyalty to Lord Zhuyi.

Zhao Tianxing, Mo Tianyi, and other soul cultivators were now bustling across the Fifth Layer of Kunxu.

Watching countless Nascent Soul, Core Formation, Foundation Establishment, and Qi Refining cultivators pour forth like a tidal wave—transforming heaven and earth with a single point from Zhang Yu’s finger, gazing upon the triple-wage spirit coin tasks blanketing the entire Fifth Layer—Zhao Tianxing’s heart swelled with overwhelming fervor.

“Max out my Spirit Realm data package!” Zhao Tianxing barked. “Set projection quality to minimum! Overclock performance mode—I’m doing ten times the work today!”

Earlier, as the war dragged on and civil engineering projects dwindled, Su Yanyang had begun feeling drowsy again. But after witnessing Zhang Yu’s hundred-billion-coin act of cosmic repair, a fire ignited within him, burning away every trace of sleepiness.

“The instructors at the Restlessness Rehabilitation Center were right,” he mused. “A pay raise truly is the best cure for the ‘weekend virus.’”

He thought to himself, “With Lord Zhuyi’s decree of triple wages across the entire world today, he’s probably cured every single person infected by the weekend virus in one fell swoop.”

Mo Shengjin stepped out of the laboratory, sighing inwardly. “I never imagined that after exhausting myself to enter the Artificer Division and throwing myself into research, I’d end up back on a construction site.”

“When I was in civil engineering, you were in artifice. Now that I’ve joined artifice, you’re pouring money back into civil engineering.”

“Lord Zhuyi… you truly are impossible to fathom.”

In the next moment, channeling the full might of Heaven-Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Power, he charged toward the Fifth Layer’s construction grounds.

Amid the mountains, Gongshu Jin slammed his palm down. Heaven-Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Power erupted forth, tearing vast swathes of mountainside apart, pulverizing them into dust, and sending the debris hurtling into the distance.

Having reached Golden Core, mastered military-grade martial arts, and now earning triple wages… recalling it all, Gongshu Jin felt as though he were living a dream. Even the agony of his homeland—the Fourth Layer—being utterly annihilated seemed to ease somewhat.

“Lord Zhuyi…” Gongshu Jin raised his eyes to the sky. “Hold this heaven back in place. We must never let any other layer suffer the fate of the Fourth.”

Back in the Research Society’s laboratory, Jin Jun was the first to bolt out the moment Zhang Yu’s video interrupted their work.

He grabbed Bei Wufeng beside him and urged, “What are we still doing in the lab? The True Lord’s already on-site—we need to hurry!”

Jin Jun resolved then and there: even if it meant digging dirt, he’d do it right before Zhang Yu’s eyes.

Bei Wufeng sighed inwardly. Watching hordes of Yaoyi flood the roads, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy thinking how many billions of the hundred-billion spirit coins would end up in Yaoyi bank accounts.

“Why should Yaoyi receive triple wages?” he thought bitterly. “Even letting them work is already showing them undeserved favor.”

…

As hundreds of millions surged toward Kunxu’s Fifth Layer, the land transformed beyond recognition by the second. The grand Celestial Star Array was being reforged at a pace never before seen in history.

It was at this precise moment that Zhang Yu received a message from Fu Xiantian.

Though he had already burned away his flesh and cultivation, transforming into the Dharma-Seal Spirit of the Grand Nirvana Final Scene, Fu Xiantian still retained the last vestiges of his wisdom and memory.

Now his projection materialized before Zhang Yu, who asked slowly, “Was it worth it?”

Zhang Yu replied, “Worth what?”

Fu Xiantian said, “Burning a hundred billion spirit coins—just to save them. Was it worth it?”

Zhang Yu answered, “There’s no question of worth or not. They want to work. They want to earn money. They want to use that money to survive. That’s why they opposed you. That’s why they chose to mend the heavens. This is the choice of everyone on Layers Two through Five of Kunxu. What’s wrong with that?”

“If you think they’re mistaken, then I’ve already said it—I stand mistaken with them.”

Fu Xiantian let out a long sigh. “Human desire is endless. Born to chase profit, they will inevitably be twisted beyond salvation by Kunxu’s environment.”

“And even if you save Layers Two through Five now, what will you do when the Heavenly Court descends?”

“Zhang Yu, you truly are different. It would be such a waste—for you to die here, or face the Heavenly Court’s reckoning.”

Gazing at Zhang Yu before him, Fu Xiantian extended his hand once more, renewing his invitation: “Come with me to the new world.”

Zhang Yu ignored the outstretched hand. “And if I refuse?”

Fu Xiantian’s gaze lowered slightly. Calmly, he said, “Zhang Yu… you’re a follower of the Evil God, aren’t you? A devotee of the Fortune God?”

(End of chapter)