Absolutely Masterful

“Investigate!”

Chen Pojun whipped around and fixed Chen Tiannan with a deathly stare as the pressure of a Martial Venerable erupted from him.

“Get to the bottom of it!”

“The past ten years—no, the past fifty!”

“Find out whether the jade slip containing the Formless Tribulation Blade was ever given to an outsider!”

The pressure left Chen Tiannan gasping for breath.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and frantically searched his memory.

Suddenly, it seemed as if he had remembered something. His expression instantly became extraordinarily complicated.

“L-Lord Ancestor…”

Chen Tiannan stammered.

“It was.”

“It was given away just a few days ago.”

Chen Pojun frowned. “To whom?”

“To a first-year student at Jingwu.”

Chen Tiannan swallowed hard.

“His name is… Su Yu.”

Su Yu?!

Upon hearing that name, a young man covered in bandages in the corner of the secret chamber suddenly shuddered.

It was Chen Feng—the very same person Su Yu had defeated with a single move by the Nameless Lake a few days ago, shattering his martial heart.

“Su Yu…”

The Great Elder murmured the name.

Suddenly, he jerked his head up, shock flashing through his eyes.

“Su Yu? Su Yuan?”

“They both have the surname Su!”

“And the Formless Tribulation Blade was given away just recently, yet this Su Yuan has already used it!”

The Great Elder sucked in a sharp breath.

“Family Head, Lord Ancestor!”

“Could it be…”

“Could this Su Yuan, who brutally slew a Demon Saint in the outskirts, and that Jingwu freshman, Su Yu…”

“Be the same person?!”

The instant this conclusion was reached, the air in the secret chamber seemed to plunge into freezing temperatures.

If this theory was true, then the person the Chen family had provoked a few days ago was no ordinary first-year student.

He was an unparalleled killing god capable of standing toe-to-toe with a Demon Emperor!

“Impossible!!!”

A shrill scream shattered the deathly silence in the secret chamber.

Ignoring his injuries, Chen Feng suddenly leaped to his feet.

His pale face was filled with terror and disbelief as he frantically shook his head.

“Absolutely impossible!!!”

Chen Feng pointed at the large screen and roared hoarsely.

“Great Elder, have you lost your mind?!”

“That Su Yu is only eighteen years old!”

“I tested his cultivation personally and thoroughly!”

“He’s a Martial Master! He only has a thousand points of vital energy!”

“And what level of cultivation does this Su Yuan have?”

“The military publicly announced it in the news!”

“He’s at the peak of the Martial Spirit realm, with nine million points of vital energy!”

“And it’s dark-gold divine blood that has been compressed countless times!”

Chen Feng panted heavily, as though he had seized the last lifeline keeping him alive.

“One thousand points of vital energy versus nine million points of dark-gold divine blood!”

“How many major realms are there between them?!”

“The difference in energy is nearly ten thousand times!”

“And you’re telling me they’re the same person?”

“If he were Su Yuan, then a few days ago by the Nameless Lake, he could have turned me into a cloud of blood just by exhaling! Why would he have needed to make a bet with me?!”

Although Chen Feng was highly emotional, his words were logical and well-founded.

The elders in the secret chamber all nodded after hearing him.

Indeed.

Common sense could not simply be overturned.

How could anyone reach the peak of the Martial Spirit realm at eighteen?

Even more impossible was disguising nine million points of vital energy as a mere thousand points in front of everyone, without even the Martial Emperor-level directors at Jingwu seeing through it.

That completely violated the ironclad laws of the martial world!

“Feng is right.”

Chen Tiannan also calmed down and let out a long sigh of relief.

“They absolutely cannot be the same person.”

“In that case, there is only one explanation.”

A glint flashed through Chen Tiannan’s eyes.

“They’re father and son!”

“Or perhaps this Su Yuan is Su Yu’s guardian!”

The Great Elder suddenly understood as well.

“Exactly!”

“That explains everything!”

“Why would an orphan with no background like Su Yu be able to comprehend the manifested form of spear intent? He must have Senior Su Yuan guiding him from behind the scenes!”

“The jade slip was given to Su Yu, and Su Yu passed it on to this senior!”

The logic seemed flawless.

But Chen Pojun, seated at the head of the room, still wore a deeply furrowed brow.

“No.”

Chen Pojun spoke in a low voice.

“Even if they are related as elder and junior…”

“Tiannan, you said the jade slip was given away a few days ago?”

Chen Tiannan nodded. “Yes, a few days ago in the morning.”

Chen Pojun let out a cold laugh.

“He received the cultivation technique a few days ago.”

“And this morning, he displayed the Formless Tribulation Blade at the Perfection realm in actual combat?”

“Two days?”

His gaze swept across everyone present.

“Do you really think that’s possible?”

The entire room fell silent.

To take a high-grade Heaven-ranked spiritual-force martial art from scratch and cultivate it to the Perfection realm in two days?

That was no longer absurd.

That was rubbing their intelligence into the dirt and grinding it beneath his feet!

“Lord Ancestor is right. That is absolutely impossible!”

The Third Elder gave a cold snort and stepped forward.

He had a hot temper and a blunt personality.

“Cultivating spiritual-force martial arts is incredibly dangerous. The slightest mistake can turn you into an idiot!”

“Let alone reaching the Perfection realm in two days.”

“If he can even achieve basic mastery of this technique in two days…”

The Third Elder pointed at the extraordinarily sturdy deep-sea meteorite-iron conference table before them, his tone filled with absolute certainty.

“I’ll eat this entire table bite by bite today!”

“I won’t leave behind even a scrap!”

Everyone agreed wholeheartedly.

Reaching the Perfection realm in two days was indeed nothing short of a pipe dream.

“So…”

Chen Pojun took a deep breath and gave his final conclusion.

“There is only one possibility.”

“This Senior Su Yuan’s spiritual power has already reached a terrifying level beyond anything we can imagine!”

“He never cultivated the Formless Tribulation Blade at all.”

“He merely glanced at the jade slip.”

“Then, relying on his vast, ocean-like spiritual power, he forcibly simulated the circulation of the Formless Tribulation Blade!”

“Overwhelming technique with sheer power!”

“He simulated the outward effects of the Perfection realm!”

Chen Pojun slapped his thigh, his eyes filled with awe.

“Such methods are practically heaven-defying!”

“Nothing short of divine!”

After hearing their ancestor’s analysis, everyone in the secret chamber finally understood.

That was right!

Only this explanation made sense!

The man had never cultivated the technique at all. His spiritual power was simply so overwhelming that he had casually simulated it!

“Lord Ancestor is wise!”

Chen Tiannan’s face was filled with admiration.

“In any case…”

Chen Pojun rose to his feet, the aura of a Martial Venerable surging throughout the hall.

“Since this Senior Su Yuan was willing to simulate our Chen family’s secret technique, it means he has an interest in spiritual-force cultivation techniques!”

“Moreover, he was able to slay a Demon Saint by force. His combat power is absolutely comparable to that of a Martial Saint!”

“A powerhouse with such heaven-defying potential must be befriended!”

Chen Pojun looked toward Chen Tiannan.

“Tiannan!”

“Open the family treasury at once!”

“Bring out the Nine Nether Soul-Nurturing Lotus we’ve treasured for three hundred years!”

“Prepare the finest gifts!”

“I will personally go to the military headquarters, submit a calling card, and pay a visit to Senior Su Yuan!”

“If we can obtain even the slightest bit of his protection, the Chen family will have nothing to fear for the next hundred years!”

“Yes!”

Chen Tiannan accepted the order solemnly and loudly.

The entire Chen family, that enormous aristocratic machine, began operating at full speed because of a single spear ray unleashed by Su Yu.

…

At the same time.

Kyoto Martial Arts University.

The vice principal’s office.

Bang!

The heavy soundproof door slammed shut.

Nie Changkong felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from him. He collapsed into the spacious leather office chair.

He gasped for breath.

Reaching up, he rubbed his throbbing temples.

It felt as if he had used up all the fright he was destined to experience in his entire lifetime in a single day.

Public opinion online had erupted completely.

The military’s top brass was shaken.

Even the capital’s defensive formations could faintly sense the furious presence emanating from the Abyssal Plane.

Nie Changkong knew.

From this moment on, Great Xia—and Jingwu in particular—would inevitably become the very center of the storm!

He raised his head.

His eyes fell on the young man standing across the desk.

Su Yu.

At that moment, Su Yu had activated the disguise technique known as the Myriad Forms Concealment Art.

The terrifying pressure that could make even a Demon Emperor wary had been concealed without a trace.