In an era where everyone is cultivating immortality, the system wants me to become a demon?

Chapter 217 Or perhaps... everyone is a civil engineering genius! (4K chapters, please subscribe! Please vote!)

"Recruitment?"

Upon hearing Su Yuan's words, all the students in the preparatory class were taken aback.

However, Su Yuan only kept everyone in suspense, smiling slightly as he said:
"Most of the members of the Black Laborers Cult are poor monks from impoverished backgrounds. It would be inappropriate to wipe them out all at once."

"Therefore, we should recruit them, provide them with systematic training, and help them obtain the corresponding professional qualification certificates."

"As for the specific methods of surrendering to the government, I will not go into details for now."

"Everyone only needs to practice the 'Dragon Foundation Divine Power' and 'Thousand Tendon Staff Technique' for three days, and then they can go on the expedition with me."

Upon hearing this, Long Wentao and the others had some doubts, but they had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Anyway, they were going to practice these two martial arts diligently anyway, so Su Yuan's instructions didn't conflict with their schedule.

Seeing the students gradually disperse, Su Yuan suddenly asked again:
"By the way, is anyone interested in trying my after-school tutoring method?"

"It's very cheap. You'll be guaranteed to master these two martial arts skills in three days."

The preparatory class students: "..."

They silently quickened their pace, rushing out of the classroom in two strides.

Even if Xiao Kong made the slightest move, Xiao Meng forcibly dragged him away.

Why did Su Yuan adopt a managed work model for all the unlicensed workers after the alchemy and weapon-refining production lines began operating?

After witnessing firsthand the working conditions of the undocumented workers, the students, who were investors, developed a psychological aversion to the so-called "management therapy."

Are you suggesting they work illegally now?
Who would be willing to do it!

Su Yuan was somewhat disappointed by his classmates' lack of trust.

However, he quickly regrouped and began to hone his Dragon Foundation Divine Power and Thousand Tendon Staff Technique.

Time flies by.

After Sun Zhenren finished his last lesson, he held an assessment of the two martial arts techniques.

The results were very encouraging; almost everyone in the preparatory class reached a basic level.

Chen Nuoyi, Xiong Wei, Wu Ziying, and other prodigies skilled in body tempering have all mastered at least one martial art to a high level.

As for Su Yuan, he had naturally mastered both martial arts, and was just one step away from perfection.

Regardless of how many credits were earned after the exam, as soon as the exam ended, Su Yuan led the investors in a grand procession heading in one direction.

at the same time.

A construction site in the southern part of Taihua City.

The migrant workers, who were employed by the government, finally got a break. They leaned against the bricks and stones, enjoying their beer.

The group of workers wasn't large, just over a hundred people, all with dark skin and muscles that gleamed bronze in the sunlight.

They are clearly the elite among the workers!

In the center of these 107 workers was a man who looked to be in his early thirties and was wearing a red hard hat.

The man was wearing work clothes; although he was physically strong, his expression and demeanor exuded a refined elegance.

He was like an intellectual, but years of working on construction sites had left him weathered and worn.

This person's cultivation level has reached an astonishing peak of Foundation Establishment!
However, this Foundation Establishment expert, who was clearly the foreman, was frowning at this moment.

The beer in my hand got warm from being held so much, but I still couldn't finish it.

Anyone could tell that this person had something on their mind.

The darkest-skinned, burly man with a thick beard among the workers couldn't contain himself any longer and slammed down his drink.
"Brother Song! You've been sighing all day long, what's wrong?"

"Is it because we did a bad job, or is it because the developer isn't releasing the funds?"

"If that damn developer dares to withhold our wages, I'll lead my brothers over there, hold a trowel to his throat, and make him pay!"

Foreman Song glared at the burly man with the thick beard:
"Stop thinking about fighting and killing all the time, okay? Use your brain!"

"If I leave one day, with your kind of behavior, you'll be in jail in less than three days."

"Besides, I'm not worried about the project payment. Every real estate developer in Taihua City gives me, Song Shan, some face."

Upon hearing this, a noticeably composed worker asked in a deep voice:

"Then why are you sighing, Brother Song?"

Song Shan sighed:

"Are you aware of the recent major changes in the underground forces in Taihua City?"

"The Kowloon Hall, Yi Wu Xiao Fa Bao, premium meat wholesale, Pet TV, and even the loan gang, which shared some of the black market with us, have all been destroyed one after another."

"And the force that destroyed these five illegal demonic sects that were on par with us was a new demonic sect called Yuan Sect."

"The Yuan Cult not only absorbed the businesses of the five major demonic cults, but also innovated and legalized its various businesses."

"To this day, it has become the king of the underground in Taihua City."

The steady worker's gaze sharpened:
"Brother Song, do you think the Yuan Church is targeting us? To completely unify the underground forces of Taihua City?"

Song Shan nodded slightly.

The burly man with the thick beard couldn't sit still any longer and shouted:

"What kind of bullshit Yuan Sect is this? They dare to plot against our migrant worker sect?"

"Back when the three elders of the Loan Gang and the nine loan elders came together to force us to take out loans, I wasn't afraid of them at all. What is a new demonic sect?"

"If they dare to come, I'll make sure they never leave!"

However, before the burly man with the thick beard could finish speaking, a mocking voice rang out from afar:
"You think you can make us never leave? You've got some nerve, sir!"

Upon hearing the sound, Song Shan was startled and quickly got up to look in the direction from which the sound came.

The workers dared not slack off and all stood up, looking on guard.

Then they saw a group of figures seemingly shrouded in black wind and dark clouds, riding on flying swords.

The leader stood on a blood-red sword, exuding a chilling demonic aura.

Just a glance from afar was enough to make many workers gasp involuntarily.

Although the young man in the lead was young, he was a complete devil!

A truly unscrupulous and ruthless demon.

In the blink of an eye, these dozens of members of the demonic sect landed on the construction site, and the atmosphere became extremely heavy.

Song Shan was the first to react, and looked at the leading youth with a serious expression:
"Su Yuan, what is your purpose in mobilizing such a large force to attack my sect?"

Su Yuan glanced casually at the wary workers and said indifferently:
"Hasn't Leader Song already guessed what the Yuan Cult is planning?"

"I see that your followers seem to know the situation as well, so I won't explain any further."

“Leader Song, your Black Laborers Cult now only has two choices.”

"First: The Yuan Cult will crush the migrant workers with overwhelming force, and all the migrant workers will be sent back to their hometowns. The Black Migrant Workers Cult will be completely destroyed."

"Second: Surrender to the Yuan Cult and accept its control. You and your laborers can still work normally, and there is even a possibility of turning your life around from the underworld to the legitimate world."

"My time is very limited, so please make a decision as soon as possible, Leader Song."

After those cold words were spoken, the migrant workers in the illegal labor camp immediately erupted in uproar.

The most hot-tempered man, with a thick beard, even picked up a sledgehammer from the construction site, ready for a fight.

But Song Shan suppressed all the unrest with a single glance. From beginning to end, Song Shan had no intention of fighting the Yuan Cult.

There's no way around it; the Yuan Cult may seem like a makeshift organization built by a group of students, but the power behind these students is truly terrifying.

Not to mention anything else, the direct descendants of the three major families in Taihua City are all present. If they were to get hurt, wouldn't the three major families want their lives?
To Song Shan's surprise, these second-generation immortals didn't immediately start shouting for violence.

On the contrary, they even offered the option of being granted amnesty.

It has to be said, Song Shan was tempted.

If you can't win a fight and you don't want to run away, what choice do you have but to surrender?
If the Black Laborers' Sect could be affiliated with the Yuan Sect and become a subordinate sect, the future of their brothers would be more secure.

It seems to have only benefits and no drawbacks.

Song Shan pondered for a moment, but did not give a direct answer. Instead, he turned to look at his brothers.

They were all his brothers who had followed him for many years, and without Song Shan saying a word, the workers understood what he meant.

The workers immediately voiced strong opposition.

No matter how high Song Shan's prestige was, it couldn't be suppressed!

"Surrender? Why should we migrant workers surrender to a bunch of high school students?"

“I recognize you. Aren’t you students from the top ten preparatory classes? Do you really think your current achievements are all due to your own efforts? Aren’t they all thanks to your families?”

"Do you bunch of privileged kids even know anything about civil engineering? You just open your mouths and start trying to recruit people, what a load of rubbish!"

The workers were immediately filled with righteous indignation!
Migrant workers who come from impoverished backgrounds and have experienced the hardships of life clearly harbor resentment towards the privileged second-generation rich kids who are born into privilege.

Such emotions are all too common.

Even Su Yuan himself was quite resentful of the rich.

Just as the students in the preparatory class were feeling utterly ashamed after being scolded, Su Yuan, who had been calm and collected all along, suddenly spoke up:
"Who says...we don't understand civil engineering?"

Su Yuan's voice was calm, but his brief words swept across the room like a hurricane, momentarily silencing the migrant workers' curses.

At the same time, the preparatory students, including Chen Nuoyi, all had question marks on their heads.

What the hell!
Do they understand civil engineering?
How come they don't know?
Su Yuan, don't drag us into your bragging!
However, Su Yuan showed no sign of stopping, and before the migrant workers could react, he continued:

"I know many of you don't believe it, but true gold fears no fire!"

"I propose that the Yuan Sect and the Black Labor Sect each send three people to hold a competition on three different civil engineering projects, and the winner be determined by the strength of the projects."

"Best of three. If the Yuan Cult wins, you will obediently accept the amnesty; if the Yuan Cult loses, we will turn around and leave without delay!"

Su Yuan's tone was resolute, yet also carried a strong sense of seduction and provocation.

Before Song Shan, the leader of the Black Laborers Cult, could say anything, the burly man with the thick beard burst into wild laughter:
"Hahaha! You high school students are too arrogant!"

"A civil engineering and construction skills competition? I, Old Li, am confident I can beat anyone! I accept this challenge!"

Upon hearing this, the previously composed worker shook his head helplessly but did not refute it.

Because he thinks so too.

Ten years of experience on construction sites is far more valuable than what a group of high school students who have never even been out in society can achieve.

If they can defeat these second-generation immortals with three sure-win matches, it would be the best outcome for the migrant worker teacher.

The other workers shared the same idea and unanimously agreed to the competition.

They began to enthusiastically sign up, wanting to be one of the three contestants and to vent their anger at the migrant worker school.

Seeing the situation develop to this point, Song Shan naturally had nothing to say.

He sighed and asked Su Yuan:
"I wonder which three events Leader Su wishes to compete in?"

Su Yuan's answer without hesitation:

"Laying the foundation, laying the steel reinforcement..."

After discussing these two projects, Su Yuan smiled faintly and said:
"Let's start with these two items. I don't think it's necessary to discuss what the third item, the civil engineering project, will actually be."

"Because you absolutely cannot get past the first two hurdles."

"Of course, that's assuming you, Sect Leader Song, don't personally take action. If a Foundation Establishment Peak expert like you were to get involved, wouldn't that be like shoving a fish on a hot potato?"

Su Yuan's words were clearly even more arrogant than before, and the migrant workers turned red-faced, their eyes so fierce they seemed ready to devour Su Yuan.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Song Shan's forehead.

To be honest, he really didn't understand where Su Yuan's confidence came from, or how he planned to win.

But it was precisely this uncertainty that made him extremely anxious.

After all, Su Yuan is known for not playing by the rules.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and there was no turning back.

Song Shan took a deep breath and nodded heavily:
"Alright, as you say!"

Having said that, he turned and gave an order to two figures in the crowd of migrant workers:

"Lu Da, you will be in charge of the foundation project."

"Wu Er, go and compete with them in assembling steel bars."

Lu Da was a burly, bald migrant worker whose massive physique was comparable to that of Xiong Wei.

Wu Er was the steady-looking migrant worker from earlier.

Upon hearing this, the two immediately stepped forward, their excitement barely concealed.

Looking at these two incredibly strong migrant workers, the students in the preparatory class couldn't help but feel intimidated.

Although their potential index far exceeds that of ordinary Qi Refining Peak cultivators, professional work should be done by professionals.

If they switch majors, even if their potential index is high, it won't be of any use!
"Su Yuan, what are you really thinking?"

Xiong Wei grabbed Su Yuan's arm and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Who among us knows civil engineering? You? But you alone aren't enough!"

Su Yuan didn't answer directly, but instead murmured a sigh:
"There are no civil engineering geniuses in the preparatory program..."

"What do you say?"

Then, Su Yuan uttered the second half of his sentence, which left Xiong Wei even more confused:
"Or perhaps everyone is a civil engineering genius."

At this point, Su Yuan grabbed Xiong Wei's strong arm and said solemnly:

"Old Xiong! You're a civil engineering genius! I'm entrusting the foundation project to you. I believe you can achieve a result that will satisfy me."

Su Yuan then pulled Wu Ziying over again:

"Xiao Wu! You're in charge of the steel reinforcement project! Give that Wu guy a good beating!"

Xiong Wei and Wu Ziying: "???"

Before the two could react, Su Yuan had already pushed them onto the field.

"Su Yuan, we really don't know how!"

Wu Ziying said anxiously.

Su Yuan smiled and said:
"No! You will!"

"The Dragon Foundation Divine Power is a top-tier foundation-laying secret technique, and the Thousand Tendon Staff Technique is an even more divine skill for laying steel reinforcement!"

"You've been enhanced! Go!"

(End of this chapter)