This is Bao Biao, a freshman in the Security Department at a *Dazhuan*.

As a *Dazhuan* student, Bao Biao seemed to have a different kind of confidence in front of the film crew’s cameras compared to other *Dazhuan* students.

During the filming, he insisted that the crew refer to him as a “university student.”

“Whether by law or by school regulations, we *Dazhuan* students are a type of university student.”

“Do you know? We can call ourselves university students; this is something even the Heavenly Court permits.”

“My dream? It’s to work for a company with high benefits.”

“This company must at least have bottled water, spiritual realm traffic subsidies, and offer 24-hour overtime with potions so I can stay awake for free.”

“I should be able to move around freely during work, and it’s best if they provide toilets so I can save on renovation costs.”

“I know it’s not easy to find such a job nowadays—one where I can drink clean water, use the restroom, and not sleep. Many people say my demands are too high… but I am a university student, not a *Zhongzhuan* or a technical school student. I think we university students should have some aspirations.”

To find his dream job, Bao Biao diligently practiced every day on campus, even enrolling in the Foundation Establishment examination in his first year of *Dazhuan*.

Although he failed the exam, Bao Biao was very confident.

When asked by the director, Bao Biao told him that he felt his first year was just due to a lack of preparation, and he still had a chance to pass the Foundation Establishment certificate in the remaining years.

A month later, when the film crew met Bao Biao again, they found that the once high-spirited *Dazhuan* student now looked utterly dejected.

“I haven’t slept for seven whole days.”

In front of the camera, the university student continuously complained to the film crew, repeatedly expressing suspicion that a nearby pharmaceutical factory was polluting the school’s water source, making students more prone to sleep to sell more potions.

However, when the topic of his coursework came up, Bao Biao still showed excitement.

“In the last test, I took down a tenant in 3 seconds, drove away a delivery person in 5 seconds, and managed to retreat completely from a gangster in 0.5 seconds.”

“My teacher said I’m like someone who’s done 10 years of security work.”

Another month later, when the film crew visited Bao Biao’s dorm again, they were told by his roommate that Bao Biao was no longer there.

“No longer there, meaning?”

“He collided with a senior student who was a colonel, damaged her magical artifact, and was taken to be refined into a living soul…”

The film crew felt helpless about Bao Biao’s disappearance, but they understood that *Dazhuan* students are like that; a collision with a senior student, a company’s mistake, a school’s oversight, or even a fluctuation in stock prices, could all lead to the rise and fall of *Dazhuan* students.

The film crew could only suspend their follow-up on Bao Biao and begin filming the next *Dazhuan* student.

Zhang Yu retracted his gaze and looked at the script’s title: *One Hundred Ways a Dazhuan Student Dies*.

“Is this really a documentary?”

Thinking about having to portray a hundred ways *Dazhuan* students die, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but hesitate: “It feels a bit masochistic.”

His gaze shifted, and he looked at the next simulation script.

This time, there was not only a written summary but also some video clips.

The protagonist was a *Dazhuan* student studying logistics management…

For three years of high school, the family’s money was only enough for one person to attend tutoring classes.

Between his older brother and A Ming, the father chose the older brother.

A Ming, who couldn’t afford tutoring classes, saw his grades plummet during high school, becoming the bottom of the social hierarchy. He was forced to eat in the restroom, attend classes kneeling, had his homework snatched… enduring endless humiliation.

After the *Gaokao*, A Ming left home with his *Dazhuan* admission letter.

On his way out, his father looked at him with a complex expression: “A Ming…”

“A Ming is going to *Dazhuan*! You chose it, Dad!”

“Do you know how I spent those three years of high school?”

He left without looking back, repeatedly telling himself that he would go from *Dazhuan* to *Benke*, he would get into a *Benke* university, and in the future, he would find a better job than his brother. He wanted to prove that his father had chosen the wrong person!

On the way to school, A Ming remembered every person’s change of expression upon learning he was a *Dazhuan* student, remembered the passages *Dazhuan* students couldn’t use, the areas they couldn’t enter, the warnings only *Dazhuan* students could see, and that *Dazhuan* students couldn’t board the same flying boat as university students…

He etched each of these humiliations, one by one… deeply into his heart.

He repeatedly told himself that attending *Dazhuan* was not shameful, only attending *Zhongzhuan* was.

He told himself that *Dazhuan* was earned through merit, and only the *Gaokao* provided a path to *Dazhuan*. Unlike universities, where there were backdoors and many entered through various crooked means.

During his eight years at *Dazhuan*, he surpassed one opponent after another who ranked above him.

These *Dazhuan* students were all so diligent, all constantly taking out loans, all equally burdened with debt…

As A Ming surpassed them one by one, he sometimes couldn’t tell them apart, as if they were all carved from the same mold.

And every time he surpassed one of them, he would always find countless similar *Dazhuan* students above that person.

It was like an endless road, no matter how hard A Ming ran, he couldn’t see the finish line.

Until the year he graduated, A Ming still hadn’t succeeded in transitioning from *Dazhuan* to *Benke*.

He decided to find a good job.

He meticulously prepared his resume and made thorough plans for various situations he might encounter during interviews.

Then A Ming discovered that the jobs he could find didn’t require interviews; those who arrived early could start working on the same day.

In just one year, A Ming’s loans hadn’t decreased, nor had his savings increased. His daily work was like being on a treadmill… always原地踏步.

“Heh… attend *Dazhuan*, be useless for life.”

He thought he would be stuck in this原地踏步 state forever, never being able to compare to a university student, but he never expected a file download error would lead him to download the remnant soul of an immortal.

Zhang Yu paused slightly at this point, then looked at the episode titles and descriptions below the script.

Episode 2: The Fallen Immortal Venerable, Starting from Moving Bricks
Episode 3: Slapping the Agent, Shocking the Construction Site
Episode 4: Switching to Express Sorting, First in Sorting, Foreman Questions
Episode 5: Challenge from a Regular Worker! A Third-Level Regular Worker, Nothing More
Episode 6: Wealth in Danger, Buying a Flying Sword with a Loan
Episode 7: Finally Becoming a First-Class Delivery Rider, Promising Future!
Episode 8: 300 Orders a Day, Shocking the Station Master
Episode 9: Enraged, Reporting Begins
Episode 10: The Dark Delivery World Strikes! Situation Critical
Episode 11: Immortal Venerable Imparts Dharma, Great Accomplishment with Sword Control
Grand Finale: Immortal Emperor’s Special Approval! *Dazhuan* to *Benke*! Finally a University Student!

Looking at these episode titles, Zhang Yu twitched his lips, thinking to himself, “A *Dazhuan* wish-fulfillment drama, huh?”

“I’m here to gather real information about *Dazhuan* students, not to have fun.”

“And it doesn’t even feel that satisfying.”

Zhang Yu shook his head and looked at the subsequent scripts, seeing titles like *Dazhuan Love Story*, *Non-Standard Dazhuan Life*, *Please Call Me a University Student*, *Millionaire of the Dazhuan Pit*…

The more Zhang Yu read, the more he felt something was off: “These are all too entertaining; they lack realism.”

He went back to the beginning, feeling that he should still experience the most realistic *Dazhuan* student script.

Looking at the story of Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong attending the *Dazhuan* Department of Emotional Cultivation, Zhang Yu felt this one was more realistic.

He put on the spiritual realm mask and communicated with the spiritual realm telepathically…

A moment later, Zhang Yu took off the mask, a hint of weariness in his eyes, revealing an unprecedented maturity and wisdom, like a sage who had seen a thousand sails and experienced the vicissitudes of human life.

Fu Ji asked curiously, “How was it?”

Zhang Yu sighed, “It turns out there was an ancient sect called *Taishang Dao*, which followed the path of *Taishang Wangqing*, requiring one to abandon family and home, ultimately viewing all sentient beings as straw dogs.”

“But the cultivation method of *Taishang Dao* was too difficult. At that time, ancient people’s thoughts were limited by the era, making it hard to abandon family and home. Less than one in ten cultivators succeeded; the failure rate was too high.”

“So, a senior expert of a generation re-sorted the cultivation method of *Taishang Dao* and arranged it from simple to difficult, allowing people to gradually complete the path of *Taishang Wangqing*.”

Zhang Yu spoke eloquently, “The first step is to watch others forcefully cultivate with your Taoist companion.”

“To increase the difficulty by one level, it’s to watch people forcefully cultivate with your father.”

“Step by step, until all members of the family cultivating together in front of the practitioner can be viewed with indifference, and the heart is as dead as ash, then the highest realm of *Taishang Wangqing* is achieved.”

“This entire set of cultivation methods can be said to be step by step, without having to abandon family and home from the start. It allows one to gradually cultivate the path of *Taishang Wangqing* from easy to difficult, which is a major innovation in the immortal cultivation world.”

“But this is just the beginning…”

Zhang Yu sighed, then continued, “Later, the *Hehuan Zong* merged with *Taishang Dao*, taking its essence and discarding its dross, further improving this cultivation method.”

“Using one family to cultivate one person is too inefficient, and the input-output ratio is too high.”

“But what if in this family, all the family members, young and old, are cultivating *Taishang Wangqing*?”

“Then every person in the family becomes cultivation material for others.”

“Each forceful cultivation can become immortal cultivation nourishment for everyone in the family.”

“With this one change, the *Hehuan Zong* increased the talent output of this cultivation method by more than 10 times, and further created the *Duoqing Dao* based on this method.”

“The so-called ‘only after experiencing emotion can one forget emotion, and only after forgetting emotion can one experience multiple emotions,’ this is the path taken by the *Qiongjiang Shenjun* of the current *Hehuan Daxue*, known as the *Taishang Duoqing Dao*.”

Fu Ji said, “I wouldn’t have thought you’d learn so much from simulating the life of a *Dazhuan* student.”

“This is a lot?” Zhang Yu smiled slightly: “There’s more.”

“Although the *Taishang Duoqing Dao* greatly improved talent cultivation efficiency, it still had shortcomings. After all, not everyone has a firm Dao heart, and even with a path from simple to difficult, not everyone can smoothly complete it…”