Chapter 267: Zhang Yu's Influence

Just at the moment when Zhang Yu and Wang Yin began their fight.

Within the Divine Power Network, the gods on both sides were both checking each other and maintaining order at the scene.

They seemed to be split into two factions, all seated together in a giant meeting room, with the table in the middle of the room displaying the entire battlefield.

And at the center of the battlefield was the fight between Zhang Yu and Wang Yin.

At the same time, streaks of divine power crisscrossed the heavens and earth, constantly monitoring every bank account, talisman script, and livestream channel...

Someone on site had just pulled out their phone to try and secretly film, only to see a pirated copy fine message pop up on the screen.

Huang Zichou snorted coldly: "Do you have the broadcast rights? How dare you pirate right in front of so many gods?"

Just then, the god Mu Guiyin standing opposite said: "Huang Zichou, you still have the mind to worry about pirated filming? Have you thought about what to do if you lose?"

Huang Zichou glanced at Mu Guiyin and said: "Old fellow, last time I saw you speaking up for Ye Lingxiao at every turn, I knew you must have taken some kickbacks. By then, you were already backing the Oasis Group, weren't you?"

Mu Guiyin immediately fumed: "Don't slander me like that! Whoever I support, it's for the Heavenly Court, for Kunxu. If Oasis does well, I support them. I have a clear conscience in that regard."

"You'd better think about what to do now that Zhang Yu has lost!"

"Wang Yin was born a company shareholder, a fifth-tier believer. You could say he was gifted by heaven. He's the pioneer of reform chosen by the higher-ups..."

Just then, out on the field, Wang Yin had already been pinned to the ground by Zhang Yu.

As Zhang Yu pulled out the Soul-Harming Brick and smashed it repeatedly, Mu Guiyin suddenly stopped talking, and many of the gods on site stared with wide eyes.

"How is this possible? What exactly is the background of this poor kid?"

"In just an hour and a half... he managed to defeat Wang Yin?"

"Could this be a setup from above?"

The many gods at the scene watched this sight. Even though they were well-traveled and knowledgeable, they all showed shock at that moment, then fell into deep thought.

In their view, a first-level student like Zhang Yu could never surpass Wang Yin.

There was only one possibility for Zhang Yu to beat Wang Yin... that someone from above had made a move.

In that instant, Zhang Yu suddenly became mysterious and unfathomable in their eyes.

At the same time, Huang Zichou's eyes flickered as he sensed the fluctuation of divine power on site.

"Has Wang Yin been unable to resist and started using semi-automatic talismans?"

Clearly, at this juncture, the other side had abandoned their earlier promises.

Just as Huang Zichou was about to act to suppress the other side's talismans, he saw Mu Guiyin jump out, wave his hand grandly, and completely seal off the divine power network around Wang Yin.

Mu Guiyin shouted: "This Wang Yin has quite the nerve, trying to break the agreement right under the noses of so many gods?"

"With conduct like his, I think the Oasis Group has gone too far. How to reform the First Level should still be discussed at length."

Huang Zichou chuckled lightly and was about to utter a few mocking remarks when he found that Mu Guiyin had already sent him a favor talisman.

After seeing the number on the favor talisman, Huang Zichou couldn't help but feel a surge of respect. This senior was indeed worthy of emulation, and he had much to learn.

Deng Bingding raised a hand to stop the gods' uproar and calmly ordered: "Everyone, prepare to clean up the aftermath."

"The mess the Oasis Group created will ultimately fall on us to deal with."

"And by the way, it's also time to clean up the First Level."

"This is the decree of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect..."

Ziyun High School.

It was still class time.

But because of the decisive battle between Zhang Yu and Wang Yin, neither the teachers nor the students seemed in the mood to attend lessons.

So in the martial arts class, the teacher simply played the livestream, leading the students to watch and comment at the same time.

"CEO Wang is so rich! I heard his company’s overtime pay is the highest in all of Songyang. I'd be happy to work under him after graduation."

"What CEO Wang says makes so much sense. If not for him, I wouldn’t have known our purchasing power here is so strong—things are actually very cheap."

"He's even going to open a nurturing ground to support mortals? I never thought he'd be so rich and so kind."

Yue Mulan listened to the whispered chatter of the classmates around her, but there was no surprise on her face.

After all, having money makes you handsome, makes you powerful, makes you excellent in every way—this was also the idea she had been raised with since childhood.

Yet for some reason, at this moment, watching the two sides locked in battle on the screen, she couldn't help but harbor a small hope—even knowing how slim that hope was, she kept thinking it.

She wanted Zhang Yu to win.

"Why?"

"Isn't it only natural for the rich to defeat the poor?"

"Why do I hope the poor man wins?"

"Is it because…" Yue Mulan murmured to herself, "in front of Wang Yin, I'm no different from Zhang Yu—just another poor person?"

"Is this what being poor feels like?"

"Powerless… hopeless… no chance of victory… at someone else's mercy…"

"Is being poor really this miserable?"

Down below, the students whispered among themselves; up at the podium, the teacher commented, "Watch this battle carefully. When someone at Boss Wang's level of wealth makes a move, you won't see it more than a few times in decades on the First Layer."

"Students who have the means can watch it again and again when you go back home."

"After all, the fight will probably end quickly. Zhang Yu should be defeated very soon."

"Your homework today is to go home, write a reflection, and analyze the reasons for Zhang Yu's defeat…"

As for Lian Tianji, the more he listened to the teacher's analysis, the darker his expression grew, like a gambler who had lost his bet: "It's over, it's over, I'm done for. When Zhang Yu loses, he won't be able to pay me back, will he?"

Just then, on the screen, Zhang Yu had already grabbed Wang Yin violently and was slamming him against the ground again and again.

As the crashing sounds echoed again and again in the video, along with the strange noise of the Soul-Harming Brick striking Wang Yin's head over and over, the entire classroom gradually fell silent.

But it seemed that everyone's gaze toward the screen had changed—different from before.

Was it possible that even a high-and-mighty upper-layer rich man like Wang Yin could be defeated by someone from the First Layer?

Lian Tianji leaped to his feet, feeling as though Zhang Yu had given him a powerful push forward on the path of immortality…

Inside Songyang High School.

The students were also watching the live stream of the battle.

When they saw Zhang Yu pick up the Soul-Harming Brick and bring it down on Wang Yin's head—once, again, and again—they felt as if the entire world was shaking.

Each blow seemed to strike not just Wang Yin's head, but also their own hearts.

Qian Shen watched as Wang Yin finally collapsed to the ground, motionless, and felt an overwhelming shock in his heart.

"Zhang Yu, the strongest high school student on the First Layer under the complete Gaokao system, can even defeat elites from the upper layers."

"What does that prove?"

Qian Shen slapped the square box in front of him and said excitedly, "It proves that the Gaokao system indeed spans multiple layers of Kunxu!"

"As long as we become the strongest within that system, we people from below are no worse than those from above."

From the square box came Zhao Tianxing's voice: "Old Qian, be careful! Don't crush me to death."

!

Qian Shen quickly apologized, then consoled him, "Old Zhao, I'll take you to the office in a bit and help you fill out the transfer application."

"Don't worry either. The Gaokao system is so perfect. Since soul cultivator students are also part of this system, that means this path is absolutely viable."

"Once you go to Mangshan High School and study hard, you may not end up any worse than regular high school students."

…

Inside Hongta High School, many demon-blooded students listened to Wang Yin's propaganda, their expressions indescribably complicated.

Xiong Wenwu thought to himself, "So that's it… no wonder so many breeding bases in the reserves are being shut down."

"So the Oasis Group isn't planning to breed demons anymore—they're switching to breeding humans."

"In that case... will the demon offspring of the first layer gradually fade away?"

Thinking of this, Xiong Wenwu's expression darkened slightly.

Only after watching Zhang Yu smash Wang Yin brick by brick until he had no strength to resist did Xiong Wenwu finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked down at his vibrating phone and saw a message from An An.

An An: Wenwu, look! Zhang Yu won!

An An: So our jobs are safe now, right?

An An: Without the influence of the Oasis Group, the reserve will still breed demon offspring in the future, right?

Deng Bingding's consciousness wandered through a vast network of divine power.

Countless pieces of information flowed before her.

There were comments on the internet.

There were danmaku in videos.

There were various data on likes, views, and shares.

There were even conversations collected by microphones from phones, computers, and other devices...

Through this massive amount of information, she could feel the impact and trend of change on the entire first layer of Kunxu after the battle between Zhang Yu and Wang Yin.

"The wealthy will join in pushing down the wall when it's crumbling, and will completely carve up the Oasis Group."

"Some families will rise, and some will fall."

"And the students..."

"The mortals who haven't entered high school yet, inspired by Zhang Yu and intimidated by Wang Yin, have all made up their minds and want even more to pass the high school entrance exam."

"The students already in high school, also inspired by Zhang Yu, want to study harder."

Deng Bingding mused inwardly: "In the next few years, if we continue to promote Zhang Yu, it will probably inspire many students, right?"

This wandering deity understood very well that with limited quotas, everyone becoming more diligent wouldn't increase the number of students who pass the high school exam and ascend to the second layer.

Deng Bingding sighed inwardly: "Their efforts may not necessarily make their lives better."

"But at the very least, their efforts can make the first layer more prosperous and provide more excellent resources for the upper layers."

Thinking of this, Deng Bingding couldn't help but sigh again: "The upper layers really have a far-reaching plan."

"Using borrowed strength to strike, simultaneously neutralizing and attacking, they easily broke the reform plan of the Nether Palace, reorganized the first layer, and bought another period of calm for several years."

At the same time, Zhang Yu was still unaware of the impact his battle had on the first layer.

He was lying quietly on the operating table, surrounded by more than a dozen doctors who were continuously treating him.

In the just-concluded battle with Wang Yin, although Zhang Yu had suppressed his opponent shortly after the fight began and achieved final victory,

he himself knew that the process had been fraught with danger, and his body had suffered severe injuries from Wang Yin's all-out attacks.

Not only was one arm twisted and necrotic, but the meridians, muscles, and bones all over his body were also heavily damaged by Wang Yin's Qi.

At the moment he finally defeated Wang Yin, Zhang Yu understood that he himself was also nearing his limit.

But fortunately, with the blessing of the Martial Saint Embryo, Zhang Yu's ability to heal both internal and external injuries greatly increased. Once he stopped taking damage, he gradually began to recover.

This formidable vitality made the doctors treating him sigh in admiration repeatedly.

Starfire True Man, standing nearby, was also observing Zhang Yu's condition and thought: "Despite suffering such severe injuries, he is gradually recovering on his own."

"Even without the doctors' treatment, most of the wounds on his body would probably heal themselves over time."

Starfire True Man, with his countless combat experience, had naturally experienced all kinds of injuries, large and small, and had an extremely deep understanding of the human body.

It was precisely for this reason that he could now better appreciate how remarkable Zhang Yu's displayed constitution was.

"And he only established his foundation today."

"Really... such a domineering physique. Could it really be that legendary Martial Saint Body?"

"How much medical expenses can this save?"