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Chapter 478 - 478: 478 Golden Core Sneak Operation

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“Don’t worry,” Chen Yu reassured Zhao Shandong, “your son won’t be bothered by that spirit again.”

“Take him back to sleep, and he’ll be perfectly fine and full of energy when he wakes up tomorrow.”

“As for Wang Kang,” Chen Yu continued, “that’s between you two. Deal with it as you see fit.”

Zhao Shandong’s gratitude was overflowing.

He nearly bowed in thanks, but remembering Chen Yu’s dislike for such displays, he simply mumbled, “Thank you, Dr. Chen, thank you so much.”

“Dr. Chen,” he added, “you saved my son and helped me find the culprit. How can I ever repay you?”

Chen Yu smiled. “Do as you wish.”

Zhao Shandong understood his meaning.

He scanned a QR code at his desk and added 50,000 yuan to Chen Yu’s consultation fee.

He wasn’t cheap, but the incident had been costly.

The shattered White Jade Guanyin, a four-million-yuan investment, was now a pile of useless fragments.

It was half his net worth, a consequence of his own careless boasting.

Still, the loss stung.

Chen Yu cleaned up the Guanyin remnants after seeing Zhao Shandong and his son off.

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Examining the jade fragments, he realized they were ancient.

He decided to hold onto them and visit Meng Dahai that weekend. With his craftsmanship, he could surely find a use for the valuable jade.

The weekend arrived.

Chen Yu, alone in his shop, hailed a taxi to Meng Dahai’s house.

He passed Meng Dahai the jade fragments and got back a Gundam statue before returning to his clinic.

“Brother Gundam,” Chen Yu addressed the statue, “my Golden Core breakthrough depends on you today.”

He placed the Gundam on a table and meticulously set up seven arrays around it.

“After the cultivation pill is made, ghosts and gods can’t tolerate it,” he reminded himself, emphasizing the importance of thorough preparation.

The Aura Refinement Stage was a mere start for cultivation.

The Foundation Stage was just touching the door, and only the Golden Core stage marked true progress.

The Heavenly Secrets Strategy had blessed him with karma and luck exceeding what ancient cultivators might gather in millennia.

Reaching the Golden Core wouldn’t just extend his life; it would elevate him beyond the mortal realm.

He would be able to fly, freeing himself from the grasp of gravity.

After meticulous checks, Chen Yu, confident in his preparations, picked up the Gundam and vanished from the room.

He reappeared in the mountains outside Hangzhou City.

“Time to trouble you, Brother Gundam,” he said with a faint smile, tossing the Gundam to the ground.

Moments later, he returned to the treatment room, sat cross-legged, and activated the seven arrays.

A surge of spiritual energy erupted from him.

Time blurred.

By midnight, the once clear sky was swallowed by thunderclouds.

A fierce wind howled, and an oppressive aura choked the city.

Lightning split the darkness, and thunder boomed.

Ordinary citizens, oblivious to the true cause, believed a monstrous storm was brewing.

At 4:00 AM, a sudden crack of thunder jolted countless citizens awake.

Groggily, they stumbled towards windows and balconies as confusion filled the air.

“The forecast said clear skies for days!” someone scoffed.

“It looks like those weathermen are as reliable as a politician’s promises.”

A newlywed couple exchanged playful jabs as the storm raged outside.

Lightning danced across the inky sky, illuminating thick, churning clouds. A heavy downpour seemed imminent.

Suddenly, a colossal bolt of lightning, nearly a meter wide, tore through the darkness, striking a mountain peak over ten kilometers away.

The impact was devastating, leaving a crater several meters deep.

The target of the thunderous boom? A Gundam statue, obliterated into dust by the wild electricity.

As quickly as it began, the storm subsided.

The deafening roar of thunder faded, replaced by an eerie silence.

The night sky, moments ago a canvas of fury, was now clear and calm.

Meanwhile, Inside the Psychological Treatment Room,

Sweat beaded on Chen Yu’s brow, a testament to the intense ordeal he’d just endured.

His plan, a cunning maneuver, had been a success.

By infusing the Gundam statue with a portion of his essence, qi, and spirit, along with a third of his spiritual energy, he’d cheated the Golden Core Lightning Tribulation.

The statue, constructed from a special material, served as a substitute, absorbing the punishing lightning that should have struck him directly.

While conventional cultivators faced the tribulation head-on, Chen Yu devised a shortcut, a risky sneak operation that shifted the burden onto the unsuspecting Gundam.

The next morning, Chen Yu awoke with a renewed sense of power.

Gone were the limitations of his Foundation Establishment stage.

Now, a Golden Core cultivator, he could manipulate his spiritual energy with newfound ease.

Previously, flight required external objects or limited bursts of spatial bending.

But now, his will was enough. He could soar through the air with effortless grace.

This ability to fly, a defining characteristic of immortals, separated him from the realm of mortals.

While cultivators below Golden Core could achieve temporary flight using their energy, true mastery and control arrived at this stage.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the room was shattered by the arrival of an unexpected visitor.

A man in a windbreaker entered, claiming to be a fan of Chen Yu’s livestream.

“Hello, Dr. Chen. I’m a fan.”

He revealed a troubling situation and sought Chen Yu’s help.

With a knowing smile, Chen Yu asked, “Is it about money?”

“As expected of Dr. Chen, you sure know everything.”

“As long as you can give me 100 million, I’ll give you a gift.”

The man looked around, closing the door behind him.

Chen Yu, unfazed, declined the offer.

“I’m not interested in the gift you mentioned.” Chen Yu crossed his arms and sat down behind his computer desk.

“As for the 100 million you need, even if I give it to you, you might not be able to spend it.”

“Whether I can spend it or not is my business. Dr. Chen, you don’t have to worry about that.”

The man, frustrated, reached into his jacket, revealing a handgun, and aimed squarely at Chen Yu’s head.

“One last time,” he snarled.. “Money or your life?”