Nine million strands of dark-gold divine blood were perfectly concealed deep within that seemingly frail body.
He wore an ordinary black casual outfit.
His eyes were deep, and his features refined.
At first glance,
he looked like nothing more than an ordinary, harmless freshman.
Who the hell could have imagined that,
just two hours ago,
this harmless-looking kid had withstood a Demon Emperor’s pressure and impaled a Demon Saint with a single thrust, reducing the latter to ashes?!
Nie Changkong looked at Su Yu, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably twice.
“Su Yu.”
Nie Changkong’s voice was exceptionally grave, carrying an undeniable weight.
“From the moment you stepped through this school’s gates…”
“You are Su Yu!”
“A newly enrolled freshman with a vitality score of one thousand, who has comprehended Manifested Spear Intent!”
“That ‘Su Yuan’ who stood against a Demon Emperor and slew a Demon Saint…”
“has absolutely nothing to do with you!”
“Understood?!”
Su Yu nodded calmly.
“Understood.”
Of course he understood.
When a tree rises above the forest, the wind will destroy it.
The battle power he had revealed today had already touched the Abyss’s bottom line.
“The Abyssal Cult’s highest-priority assassination order has probably already been sent to every stronghold in Great Xia.”
Nie Changkong took a deep breath.
“If they find out that Su Yuan is Su Yu…”
“Forget a projection of a Demon Emperor.”
“The Demon Emperor himself might risk the backlash of the planar laws and forcibly tear open space just to come here and crush you to death!”
“Your strength may be monstrous now…”
“But before a true Martial Emperor, it still isn’t enough.”
Nie Changkong rose and walked over to Su Yu.
He patted him on the shoulder.
“As for Su Yuan’s identity, I’ll use the military’s highest authority to create a flawless false history for you.”
“Keep it buried—no matter what!”
“Here at school, you’ll obediently remain a freshman.”
“Focus on your cultivation!”
“As for the hidden blades and open spears outside, Martial Saint Huo and I will block them for you!”
Su Yu looked at Nie Changkong’s weary yet resolute face.
A trace of warmth rose in his heart.
Although the vice principal liked to put on airs normally,
he truly was reliable when it mattered.
“Thank you, Principal Nie.”
Su Yu gave a slight nod.
Looking at Su Yu’s utterly unruffled expression,
Nie Changkong couldn’t help grumbling.
“What the hell is your heart made of, kid?”
“That was a Demon Emperor!”
“You weren’t afraid at all?”
Su Yu shook his head.
“Would being afraid have helped?”
“Rather than waste time being scared, I’d rather fight with everything I have.”
Nie Changkong was rendered speechless.
This kid’s mental fortitude was even more terrifying than that of a Martial Emperor like himself.
“By the way…”
Su Yu abruptly changed the subject, a fiery glint flashing in his eyes.
“How long will the matter of the money-printing plant take?”
Nie Changkong: “…”
The trace of tragic grandeur he had just managed to build was instantly shattered by that question.
Nie Changkong rolled his eyes.
He waved his hand irritably.
“What are you rushing for?”
“That’s a money-printing plant, not a market stall where you buy cabbage!”
“Site selection, deployment of spirit-energy forging presses, engraving the formation arrays and production lines—which one of those doesn’t take time?”
“Martial Saint Huo has already gone there personally to oversee the operation.”
“Even at the fastest, it’ll take three days!”
“For these three days, you will stay in your dorm and behave yourself. You’re not allowed to go anywhere!”
Having received a definite timeframe, Su Yu nodded in satisfaction.
“Fine.”
“I’ll await your good news, Principal.”
With that, Su Yu turned, pulled open the office door, and strode out.
Watching Su Yu’s departing back,
Nie Changkong let out a long sigh.
“This kid…”
“What kind of monster is he, exactly?”
The moment Su Yu left,
the vice principal’s thick soundproof door had barely closed.
Bang!
Nie Changkong’s entire body seemed to have been drained of its marrow. Without the slightest regard for his dignity, he collapsed into the broad leather office chair.
He gulped in great mouthfuls of air.
Then he raised a hand and rubbed his violently throbbing temples.
Exhausting.
Emotionally exhausting!
It was even more draining than spending three days and three nights fighting Demon Venerables on the Abyssal front line!
Over the course of this single day, his heart had felt as though it were riding a roller coaster, shooting up and plunging down. Several times, it had nearly leaped straight out of his throat.
“This kid…”
“He’s practically a walking nuclear bomb.”
Nie Changkong muttered to himself.
He picked up the cup of tea on his desk, which had already gone cold, and was just about to take a sip to calm himself down.
At that moment—
Ring, ring, ring!
The red hotline phone on his desk, the one representing Jingwu’s highest level of classified secrecy, rang without warning!
Its piercing chime sounded especially abrupt in the silent office.
Nie Changkong stared at the red phone, the corner of his eye twitching uncontrollably twice.
Only one person could call this number.
Jingwu’s principal.
One of Great Xia’s most renowned supreme powerhouses.
A Martial Saint—Feng Wuji!
Nie Changkong took a deep breath and forcibly steadied his violently pounding heart.
He reached out and picked up the receiver.
“Hello, Principal…”
“Old Nie!!!”
A deafening roar instantly exploded from the receiver!
The terrifying qi-blood fluctuations contained in that voice made Nie Changkong’s eardrums buzz.
He could even sense Feng Wuji’s uncontrollable, violent breathing trembling through the wireless signal!
“You’ve kept me in the dark so damn well!!!”
Feng Wuji’s voice was incredibly agitated, even cracking slightly.
“If the military hadn’t released those news photos…”
“If I hadn’t happened to leave seclusion and read the internal briefing…”
“Were you planning to take this earth-shattering secret to your grave?!”
Nie Changkong was stunned by the barrage.
He hurriedly moved the receiver farther away and forced a bitter smile.
“Principal, please, let me explain…”
“Explain my ass!”
Feng Wuji didn’t give Nie Changkong the slightest chance to speak. His voice came crashing over like a rapid-fire barrage.
“Su Yuan!”
“That kid called Su Yuan!”
“Which rock did that monster crawl out from under?!”
On the other end of the line,
this Martial Saint powerhouse—normally so lofty that even Mount Tai collapsing before him wouldn’t change his expression—
was currently as excited as a young man who had just laid eyes on an unparalleled beauty!
“Old Nie, you think I can’t see it just because other people can’t?!”
Feng Wuji’s voice trembled violently.
“That photo released by the military!”
“That gray-black dragon coiling around the tip of that kid’s spear!”
“That transparent sharpness so terrifying it seemed capable of cutting through the pixels of the photograph itself!”
“That absolutely isn’t Manifested Spear Intent!”
“And it isn’t Clarity, either!”
Feng Wuji drew a deep breath, as though he had exhausted all his strength before forcing out the final two words.
“Soul-Forging!!!”
“Giving spear intent a true soul of destruction!”
“That’s the Soul-Forging realm!!!”
Boom!
Even through the telephone line, Nie Changkong could feel Feng Wuji’s shock and frenzy.
He understood all too well why Feng Wuji had lost control like this.
Because Feng Wuji himself was one of Great Xia’s foremost spear cultivators!
This Martial Saint powerhouse had devoted his entire life to the pursuit. He had spent countless heavenly treasures, endured countless life-and-death battles,
and only then had he barely managed to cultivate his spear intent to the peak of the Manifestation realm.
He was only half a step away from the Illumination Realm!
Half a step from Illumination!
That alone was enough for Feng Wuji to look down upon all challengers and secure his seat as the headmaster of Jingwu.
But today—
What had he seen?
A young man whose blood vitality was only nine million, who had just stepped into the Martial Spirit Realm.
Yet he had crossed the natural chasm of Illumination.
He had reached the supreme realm that only a select few Martial Emperor powerhouses could even touch—the Soul-Forging Realm!
How could Feng Wuji not lose his mind?!
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
