Chapter 399: Cult

Inside the medicine factory.

With Zhang Yu having successfully completed the construction of the factory building, today was the day for formally setting up the operator assembly line.

Zhang Yu arrived early at the site to coordinate the work.

As long as the assembly line was set up today, he would finish the job five days ahead of schedule and receive a bonus.

Walking through the site, Zhang Yu watched the assembly line setup while activating the Yin-Yang Bracelet to continue tempering his physical body.

Feeling the yang qi and yin essence within his body oscillate back and forth under the stimulation of the Yin-Yang Bracelet, Zhang Yu had the sensation that his body was being repeatedly forged by two flames, one hot and one cold, gradually becoming stronger and tougher.

This feeling… sometimes made him think he was a magical artifact being hammered and refined by the Yin-Yang Bracelet.

Regarding Zhang Yu's feeling and thought, Fuji commented, "Speaking of which… in the eyes of the Magnetic Pole True Lord, you might well be a piece of artifact material."

"Once he discovers you have no talent in artifact refinement techniques, he will probably turn his attention to developing your talent as a refined artifact."

"The reason the Magnetic Pole True Lord started valuing you after the competition was likely that he saw your potential to become a refined artifact."

After being reminded by Fuji in this way, Zhang Yu also became alert.

"If I really get trained as artifact refinement material, forget about the Ten Great Sects—I probably won't even have a chance to participate in the Ten Great Leagues."

"Indeed… I need to finish the artifact refinement courses as soon as possible and gradually demonstrate my talent in artifact refinement."

Just then, on the assembly line that had only been set up for a short while, a vocational college student suddenly dropped dead.

A moment later, a medicine factory staff member walked over.

He was a graduate of a 72nd-level lower school, responsible for maintaining the assembly line.

With a few operations on his part, a phantom figure emerged from the body of the dead vocational student.

The vocational student laughed loudly and said, "Everyone, I'll die first. Keep working hard and use my corpse to continue working properly!"

The surrounding vocational students looked on with envy on their faces.

"Dead from overwork on the first day?"

"Now he can go to the spirit world and enjoy himself. As a soul cultivator, he won't be hungry or tired, and his next life's job is also secured."

"I heard soul cultivators can work unlimited overtime, and on the first day after death, their hourly wage is 0.0006 spirit coins."

"That much?!"

Hearing the noise from the vocational students around him, the maintenance worker impatiently pressed the assembly line's mute button, instantly putting all the vocational students into silent mode, unable to make a sound.

"All of you, work honestly. Don't chat during work hours."

After speaking, the maintenance worker took the corpse to the production manager and said respectfully, "Manager Qu, a vocational student died. I've handled it."

The production manager's name was Qu Lecheng, a graduate of the Myriad Methods University. In the maintenance worker's eyes, he was the ultimate über-nerd, the cultivator among cultivators—a person from a completely different world compared to lower-school graduates like himself.

Qu Lecheng frowned and said, "What's going on with the lines you manage? The death-from-overwork rate has been a bit high these past few months, hasn't it?"

The maintenance worker said helplessly, "It's all because the quality of this new batch of vocational students is too poor."

Qu Lecheng said flatly, "That's a problem you need to solve. If another vocational student drops dead this month, I'll deduct 0.02 spirit coins from you."

The maintenance worker opened his mouth, then finally bowed his head and said, "Manager Qu, I have something to ask for leave to go home."

Qu Lecheng patted the other's shoulder and said, "No problem, just think of the factory as home."

Seeing Zhang Yu approaching, Qu Lecheng waved the maintenance worker off and urged, "Hurry up and get back to work. Remember, if another vocational student drops dead this month, I'll deduct 0.02 spirit coins from you."

With that, Qu Lecheng proactively walked toward Zhang Yu.

Qu Lecheng came from the Pharmacy College of Myriad Methods University and was currently one of the production managers of the medicine factory, as well as the person responsible for liaising with Zhang Yu this time.

Although he was a graduate of Myriad Methods University, Qu Lecheng had been a student who had never managed to obtain his Foundation Establishment Certification all the way until graduation.

Now standing in front of Zhang Yu, he felt deeply inferior, and even his posture unconsciously hunched as he spoke.

"Engineer Zhang," Qu Lecheng said with a smile, "I'll be counting on you for the rest of the project. Just a small token of appreciation, not worthy of your acceptance…"

[0.5 spirit coins]

Looking at the amount the other party had transferred, Zhang Yu thought to himself that this really was just a small token.

Zhang Yu accepted the 0.5 spirit coins and said flatly, "Don't worry. Finishing quickly benefits me too, so I'll definitely work as fast as I can."

A few hours later, the assembly line was finally set up and running smoothly.

Zhang Yu's task of building this factory zone was now completely finished, and next he would participate in other factory zone expansion tasks.

Qu Lecheng smiled and said, "Engineer Zhang, thank you for your hard work today. I know that senior engineers in civil engineering all need massages, so I specially arranged a technician for you."

Zhang Yu's eyes flickered, and he sized up Qu Lecheng before saying, "You're thoughtful."

Qu Lecheng said, "I'll take you there now. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things here and inform you immediately if anything comes up."

So shortly after, Zhang Yu arrived at a nearby office and began to enjoy the massage technician relieving the fatigue and strain in his muscles.

Feeling the technician's technique, Zhang Yu was somewhat surprised as he glanced at her robust physique. He hadn't expected that the technician Qu Lecheng hired would be quite skilled. The massage technician's name was Wan Sirou, a graduate of Qinghe Art University.

And her purpose for coming here today, posing as a massage technician, was to steal his seed.

While massaging Zhang Yu, Wan Sirou flaunted her tall, muscular physique, especially her arms, which were like cast iron and bronze, which she waved in front of Zhang Yu.

Seeing Zhang Yu close his eyes directly, Wan Sirou thought to herself, "By now, an ordinary civil engineering college student would already be getting handsy."

"This man obviously has the ability to procreate, yet he doesn't feel the slightest temptation? Just as the employer said, his Dao heart is firm, and ordinary methods can't stir his desires."

But Wan Sirou knew he was a top student from Wanfa, and she had never planned to subdue him with just her physical allure.

She circulated her mana and activated a spiritual technique she had cultivated painstakingly for years, exuding a captivating, vigorous charm in every movement.

"Classmate," Wan Sirou said, "Would you like a kidney maintenance massage?"

Zhang Yu opened his eyes and glanced at Wan Sirou, feeling that her entire body was engorged with blood, making her appear even taller, and her arm muscles seemed even more swollen.

Zhang Yu closed his eyes and said flatly, "No need. Just keep massaging."

"Give it a try, classmate," Wan Sirou said. "I'll give you a 30% discount."

Zhang Yu said, "No need."

Wan Sirou was shocked inwardly: "He didn't even react to a 30% discount?"

No matter how she tempted him, she felt that Zhang Yu's heart was like still water, without the slightest reaction, leaving her no opening to exploit and causing her to severely doubt her own charm.

Wan Sirou judged in her heart: "This guy... could he not like biological women? Or does he have some twisted aesthetic?"

Just as Wan Sirou was feeling defeated, a loud explosion suddenly rang out from within the pharmaceutical factory.

Zhang Yu's eyes snapped open, and his figure flickered as he shot toward the source of the explosion.

…

The location of the explosion was at one of the drug production lines.

When Zhang Yu arrived, he saw a large crater blown into the equipment, with various raw materials spilling everywhere as the line continued to run.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu was shocked: "Did someone attack the assembly line?"

"Who?"

He looked around but found no trace of the attacker.

Soon, more factory workers arrived; some began repairing the production line, while others started investigating the cause of the accident.

The truth was simple: according to the surveillance footage, a soul cultivator had controlled a magical puppet to carry out a suicide attack, leaving behind a symbol.

Watching the explosion of the magical puppet in the surveillance footage, Qu Lecheng gritted his teeth and said, "It's the Two-Day-Rest Cult!"

Zhang Yu asked in confusion, "Dual cultivation... counts as a cult?"

Qu Lecheng explained, "Dual cultivation is of course the great path of immortals, as orthodox as can be."

"The 'Two-Day-Rest' I'm talking about uses the character for 'rest.'"

Qu Lecheng fumed, "This Two-Day-Rest Cult goes around advocating for two days off every month, and they recruit employees from various factories and companies—it's lawlessness!"

Meanwhile, news about the Two-Day-Rest Cult was spreading along the assembly lines, making the college-level workers anxious and uneasy.

Especially those on the temporarily halted lines—having no work to do, they felt even more panicked.

"They actually want us to rest two days a month? What kind of monster would think of that?!"

"Taking two days' wages away, does he want to starve us to death?"

"The competition among pharmaceutical factories is so fierce. If we let the factory take a break and it goes bankrupt, what then? Where will we find jobs?"

For a while, the entire assembly line was filled with complaints about the Sabbath cult.

Zhang Yu looked at Qu Lecheng and couldn't help asking, "Where did this Sabbath cult come from?"

Qu Lecheng: "I don't know where it came from. It suddenly appeared out of nowhere—a bunch of deranged bastards who refuse to work hard. They've used some unknown method to seduce many spirit cultivators and junior college students into launching terrorist attacks."

"Although the true gods and various universities hunt them down everywhere, they can never be completely wiped out."

"Damn it... there must be a company mole using them for business competition. A two-day weekend? Who could come up with an idea like that?"

Just then, a maintenance worker came over and said, "Manager Qu, the assembly line has been severely damaged. I'm afraid it will take two days to repair and restart production."

Thinking about the losses caused by the shutdown and how it would affect his own performance evaluation, the anger in Qu Lecheng's eyes grew even fiercer.

"Two days?" Qu Lecheng said furiously. "This is definitely the work of that Sabbath cult. They love using terrorist attacks to force people to stop work for two days."

Qu Lecheng said to the maintenance worker, "We must not yield to these cultists! Give it everything to repair the production line! Shut down for at most one day—one day later, production must restart!"