"The Jianmu Divine Needle is the Civil Engineering Department's treasured relic. It has a long and storied history."
"A hundred years ago, our department joined forces with three artifact-refining masters from Xuan Yi Heavenly Sect to forge this Spiritual Treasure. It was rated at Nascent Soul Peak."
"A hundred meters in diameter, and able to extend or shrink at will from one hundred to one thousand kilometers in length, it is the eternal crystallization of our civil engineers' wisdom."
"To this day, the Jianmu Divine Needle remains the spiritual banner of the countless civil engineers in the Blue Star Federation!"
A senior from the Civil Engineering Department's fourth year led its first-year students beneath the Jianmu Divine Needle, chatting away as they strolled.
Listening to the department's glorious history, even Wang Zhengyu, the most ordinary of the freshmen, couldn't help but puff out his chest with pride.
A little over two months ago, he had followed a group of prodigies from Taihua City to Ten Immortal City. Back then, he'd felt inferior because his grades were only good enough to get him into one of the ten major civil engineering departments.
But now that he thought about it, the Civil Engineering Department wasn't any worse than the others.
He'd been worrying over nothing. The rumors that civil engineering students were looked down on and discriminated against outside the department must have been false, too.
Gazing up at the magnificent Jianmu Divine Needle, Wang Zhengyu suddenly felt an urge rise within him.
He lifted a hand, wanting to feel the needle's coarse surface and sense the generations of civil engineers who had watched over the Civil Engineering College since its founding.
But just as he was about to touch the Jianmu Divine Needle, the senior stopped him.
"Don't touch it!"
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