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Chapter 180: Ambush on the Six Cultivators · Oct 18, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Battle Against Zhou Chechen 2026-10-18
152 Chapter 152: Zhang Yu’s Network 2026-10-18
153 Chapter 153: Ah-Zhen, Why Is Your Belly Getting Bigger? 2026-10-18
154 Chapter 154: The First Evolution of the Zhen Spirit Root 2026-10-18
155 Chapter 155: Cultivation in the Spiritual Realm, The Poor Alliance Appears 2026-10-18
156 Chapter 156: Ah-Zhen Opens a Factory, Zhang Yu Gets a Job 2026-10-18
157 Chapter 157: True Ox, True Sacrifice, True Heart Technique 2026-10-18
158 Chapter 158: Zhang Yu Initiates the Ritual 2026-10-18
159 Chapter 159: Taking the First Round of the Foundation Establishment Exam 2026-10-18
160 Chapter 160: The Mysterious Zhang Yu 2026-10-18
161 Chapter 161: Summoned by the Clown Position 2026-10-18
162 Chapter 162: The Strongest High Schooler 2026-10-18
163 Chapter 163: The Unfathomable Zhang Yu 2026-10-18
164 Chapter 164: Gluttony 2026-10-18
165 Chapter 165: Zhang Yu’s Digestive Prowess! 2026-10-18
166 Chapter 166: Settling the Score with Yu Xinghan 2026-10-18
167 Chapter 167: The Final Round, Martial Arts Exam 2026-10-18
168 Chapter 168: Zhang Yu’s Agony 2026-10-18
169 Chapter 169: I’ve Mastered It 2026-10-18
170 Chapter 170: Endless Spring and Autumn Meditation 2026-10-18
171 Chapter 171: Passing the Exam 2026-10-18
172 Chapter 172: Second-Round Selection, Ye Lingxiao’s Fighting Spirit 2026-10-18
173 Chapter 173: Zhang Yu’s Production Tool 2026-10-18
174 Chapter 174: The Seed Deal 2026-10-18
175 Chapter 175: Zhang Yu Earns Money the Hard Way 2026-10-18
176 Chapter 176: Awakening Yu Xinghan’s Potential 2026-10-18
177 Chapter 177: The Hunt Begins 2026-10-18
178 Chapter 178: A Million-Dollar Temptation 2026-10-18
179 Chapter 179: Zhang Yu’s Thunderstrike 2026-10-18
180 Chapter 180: Ambush on the Six Cultivators 2026-10-18
181 Chapter 181: Successfully Hunting the Evil God 2026-10-18
182 Chapter 182 2026-10-18
183 Chapter 183: Evil God Ascension, Inspectorate Attention 2026-10-18
184 Chapter 184: Zhang Yu Is Questioned 2026-10-18
185 Chapter 185: True Potential, Ritual Possession 2026-10-18
186 Chapter 186: School’s Power Tyrant, Level 10 Spring and Autumn 2026-10-18
187 Chapter 187: The Songyang Elites, Zhang Yu’s Threat 2026-10-18
188 Chapter 188: Layers of Shackles 2026-10-18
189 Chapter 189: Zhang Yu’s Time 2026-10-18
190 Chapter 190: Lurking Claws, Waiting for the Right Moment 2026-10-18
191 Chapter 191: High School Saint Body 2026-10-18
192 Chapter 192: High School Saint Body Complete, Exam Leave Request 2026-10-18
193 Chapter 193: The Second Round of the Foundation Establishment Exam Begins 2026-10-18
194 Chapter 194: Good Students Should Take Their Medicine 2026-10-18
195 Chapter 195: The Three Divine Medications 2026-10-18
196 Chapter 196: Two Pills at Once 2026-10-18
197 Chapter 197: High School Saint Body? No—It’s the Qi Refinement Saint Body! 2026-10-18
198 Chapter 198: Exam Suspended? 2026-10-18
199 Chapter 199: Medicine First, Then the Blackwater Pillars 2026-10-18
200 Chapter 200: Mutual Destruction 2026-10-18

After slipping into the hidden door, Huoshan was greeted by a cramped crawlspace—less than a meter high and barely a dozen centimeters wide.

This was a tiny secret chamber he’d deliberately prepared for himself when he first moved into this apartment.

He’d never actually had to use it before. The space was barely enough to fit a plush bear like him.

But that was exactly what made it so well-concealed. As he nestled inside, Huoshan felt a rare sense of relief—and a deep gratitude toward his past self for having built it.

He pulled out his phone at once and fired off a message to Song Xu, urging his followers to hurry over and protect him.

“Damn it. If this were the city center, they’d be here in minutes.”

“But today of all days, they’re all out in the suburbs…”

Just then, Huoshan’s body tensed. He heard something outside the hidden space.

“Someone’s here?”

There were sounds—someone rummaging through the apartment.Huoshan quickly peered out through a narrow slit in the wall, spotting a stranger rifling through the room.

“Some looter neighbor?”

“Or… are they looking for me?”

He silenced his phone and lay motionless, not daring to breathe. Just like a real stuffed toy, he curled up and didn’t make a sound.

Meanwhile, in the apartment outside—

Zhang Yu had disguised himself as a total stranger, hood up, and was searching through the clutter at speed.

But there was just too much junk in this room. Zhang Yu could tell it’d take hours to search everything.

Fu Ji said, “He’s definitely hiding in here somewhere.”

“But Evil Gods each take on different forms—he could be a toy, a pen, a glove, a necklace…”

“We don’t have time to check everything one by one.”

“Smash it! Go as fast as you can. Break everything in the room—we’ll find him that way!”

Formless Cloud Qi surged violently around Zhang Yu.

But before activating it, he’d already triggered the Great Sun Qi Sea Technique to conceal his technique’s signature.

As the light vanished into his body, the Formless Cloud Qi that erupted from Zhang Yu turned pitch black, like thunderclouds churning through the room.

A flurry of shattering sounds followed.

But in this run-down apartment complex full of noise and chaos, it blended in perfectly with the arguing, music, and video sounds from the other floors—nothing out of the ordinary.

Inside the hidden chamber, Huoshan watched through the slit as items were smashed one after another. His heart tightened.

If it were just some looter, they wouldn’t be trashing the place like this.

No—this was personal. Someone was targeting him.

And when he thought of his electronics, gaming consoles, computers, figurines, models… all being smashed to bits, Huoshan felt like his very soul was bleeding.

“Goddamn it… they’re wrecking my place?!”

“You think Evil Gods can’t call the cops?!”

“Just you wait!”

He jabbed at his phone again, furiously urging Song Xu to hurry.

…

A little earlier.

In a half-finished building in the suburbs.

After scanning the site with a Flying Sword and finding nothing unusual—

Song Xu and five other followers emerged from various corners of the ruins.

“There’s nothing here.”

One of them frowned. “Was the intel wrong? Or did we get the timing off?”

Song Xu frowned as well. “Something feels off. Let’s pull back for now.”

But as they exited the abandoned building, a harsh beam of light suddenly swept across them.

Two security guards barked, “You six! What are you doing here? Stealing building materials in the middle of the night?!”

“This is company property, you know that?”

Song Xu eyed their uniforms—Wanli Corporation. His heart sank.

“This building belongs to Wanli? Even an unfinished site like this has security? They got here fast…”

His sense of unease deepened.

Could they just beat the guards and make a run for it?

Absolutely not. These guards represented the company—and they had live-feed cameras on them at all times.

To the six followers of the Evil God, these two security guards were way more dangerous than most rival Evil Gods.

After all, if you fought another Evil God to the death, neither of you would call the cops. Just another day of underground brawling.

But if you laid a finger on a corporate guard? You’d have lawsuits chasing you to the ends of the earth.

Two of the six—one a food delivery guy, the other a courier—were already shrinking back the moment they saw uniforms. Forget fighting; they wouldn’t even talk back.

Song Xu sighed. It was their professional conditioning. No choice but to step up himself.

“We didn’t steal anything,” he said calmly. “You’re welcome to search us.”

The guard raised his baton. “We got a report—someone’s stealing building supplies. You’re all coming with me to register your info.”

One of them, a construction worker type, tried to bribe his way out—offering a Dao Heart Buffer with a greasy smile.

“We’re just out for a late-night run and got lost, that’s all…”

The guard slapped his hand away. “Who are you calling ‘bro’? Move it!”

The six cultists bit back their rage, offering polite explanations.

The head guard grew more arrogant by the second. Didn’t matter that there were six of them—he had a whole company at his back. These six? Poor nobodies.

With decades of experience, he could spot their delivery-worker and construction-site vibes from a mile away. Crushing them was his duty.

Just then, Song Xu finally checked his phone, which had been vibrating nonstop.

His face changed instantly.

“Huoshan’s been reported?”

“Pirated techniques?”

“Someone’s hunting him?”

As he recalled the day’s events, realization hit like a thunderbolt. Rage flared in his heart.

“Internal Evil God conflict—and they brought in snitches? Called in enforcers?!”

“How shameless can they get?!”

He stared coldly at the two guards. He couldn’t afford to waste any more time here.

The other five cultists sensed his shift in energy and exchanged looks.

They straightened up.

No more bowing and scraping.

“If we can’t stall any longer… then we’ll have to…”

In a blur, Song Xu blocked the bodycam with one hand and shoved cash into the guard’s face with the other.

“Bro, the company’s great, but they’re not giving you a raise for this. Come on, help us out.”

The guard glanced at the thick wad of bills—several thousand yuan—and softened immediately.

Song Xu sneered inwardly. “Tch. Just two corporate guards. I was trying to save money earlier, otherwise I’d have shut you up from the start.”

“Now I’m in a rush—no time for nonsense.”

…

While Song Xu and the others dealt with the guards—

Bai Zhenzhen was watching everything unfold through a surveillance app on her phone.

She’d been monitoring the cameras ever since the six men entered the abandoned building.

“Good thing yesterday’s surveillance cams still work,” she muttered. “Not cheap though.”

With all the batteries, SIM cards, and high-res lenses required, Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu had spent several thousand yuan setting it up.

But it was worth every penny. One look at Song Xu and she instantly recognized him.

“It’s him!”

Over six months ago, she’d narrowed down a list of possible leaders of the Alliance of the Resentful Poor—most were from White Dragon High.

Song Xu was one of them. She still had his photo and file on her phone.

“They’re leaving?”

As she saw the security guards confronting the six, she exhaled lightly.

“Wanli Corp is fast—already on-site?”

It was Bai Zhenzhen who’d made the report—calling in a tip that someone was stealing steel bars at the site, which brought the guards running.

But she knew the two of them could be bribed for a few thousand, maybe ten thousand at most.

So she immediately messaged Zhang Yu.

Bai Zhenzhen: They’re leaving the site. Speed up.

Bai Zhenzhen: I recognized one of them—Song Xu. Sending his profile now.

A moment later, Bai Zhenzhen looked back at the feed. The six had shaken off the guards and left the site.

She wasn’t too worried though.

She opened a navigation app and pulled up the route from the abandoned building to the Evil God’s apartment. The map was lit up in crimson.

“Heh. The timing and location weren’t random.”

“It’s midnight rush hour—shift changes, late buses. Traffic’s hell.”

“That should buy us more time.”

…

In the apartment.

Zhang Yu read Bai Zhenzhen’s message.

“They’re on their way back?”

He glanced over the file on Song Xu and scanned the wreckage in the room.

“Why is there so much junk in this dump?”

Clothes for pets, massage pillows, rows of sneakers, detergents, figurines, models…

“It’s a damn landfill.”

In the crawlspace, Huoshan watched him smash things for another ten minutes and, despite the pain, felt oddly grateful.

“Who said I shop too much, huh? If I hadn’t bought all this junk, he’d have found me already!”

Fu Ji muttered, “Something’s wrong.”

“There must be a hidden compartment in this place.”

Zhang Yu frowned. “You want me to break down the walls?”

“Too risky,” Fu Ji said. “Neighbors might call building security.”

Just then, Zhang Yu’s phone buzzed.

It was Bai Zhenzhen again—still in the alley below, keeping watch and monitoring the feed.

Zhang Yu checked the message immediately.

Bai Zhenzhen: They’re here!

Bai Zhenzhen: Get out, now!

His eyes sharpened. “Already?!”

Bai Zhenzhen: Move! They’re fast! If you don’t leave now, it’ll be too late!

Zhang Yu gave the mountain of garbage one last scowl—disappointment flaring in his chest—then turned and left.

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