Su Yu sat on the edge of the virtual pod. The tearing pain in his mind from the abrupt halt in his cultivation technique still throbbed faintly.
Eighty thousand for the complete version?
Dream on!
"System," Su Yu said coldly in his mind. "One thousand credits. Forcefully deduce the Breath Concealing Art for me!"
[Ding!]
[Payment successful. Current balance: 241,000 yuan.]
[A thousand years of Breath Concealing Art comprehension experience has been granted!]
Boom!
Su Yu's consciousness was instantly pulled into a pure white space.
There were no cultivation manuals.
No master guiding him.
Only himself and the half-complete, broken pathways for circulating his energy!
Under the system's immense power, a thousand years were crazily compressed into a mere few seconds.
Year one.
Su Yu tried countless times in his mind to reconnect the severed meridian paths.
Failure.
Energy reversed its flow, rupturing his meridians.
Year ten.
He found the first viable hidden branch meridian. With great difficulty, his energy advanced by an inch.
Year one hundred.
The incomplete Breath Concealing Art had been forcibly deduced into over a hundred different potential routes.
Through countless instances of qi deviation, he searched for the one correct path to survival!
Year five hundred.
The rudimentary form of an energy lock began to take shape within his body.
The once-raging energy of a martial artist grew docile, hiding itself bit by bit deep within his bones and muscles.
Year one thousand!
Huum—
Su Yu's eyes shot open.
Outside the virtual pod, the library hall was still buzzing with voices. No one noticed the transformation occurring in this corner.
An extremely faint, obscure light flickered in the depths of Su Yu's eyes.
It was complete!
That one merchant-class, mid-grade cultivation technique, priced at eighty thousand and deliberately mutilated by the authorities as bait, had been smashed into a grand highway to the heavens by him—all for a thousand credits!
It wasn't just completion.
In that thousand years of frenzied deduction, Su Yu's understanding of this technique had even surpassed its original creator!
He could not only hide his energy.
He could also disguise its nature!
He could even simulate the unique pressure of warriors at different cultivation levels!
But...
Su Yu frowned slightly.
"It's still not enough."
He could sense that the "lock" formed by energy within his body wasn't sturdy enough.
It might deceive ordinary Grandmasters or even Grandmasters of higher standing.
But if he encountered a Warrior Leader, or even a terrifying existence like a War King—or one of the military's most advanced energy detection devices—there was still a risk of exposure.
The cultivation levels of this world were: Martial Artist, Martial Master, Grandmaster, Grandmaster Elite, Warrior Leader, War King, War Emperor, War Sovereign, War Saint, War God.
The ceiling of a mid-grade merchant-class technique was ultimately too low.
Su Yu thought for a moment.
There were still two hundred forty thousand yuan in his card.
It wasn't a big deal!
"System! Deduct another thousand!"
"Continue deducing the Breath Concealing Art!"
[Ding!]
[Payment successful.]
[A thousand years of Breath Concealing Art comprehension experience has been granted!]
Rumble!
Su Yu's consciousness, within that pure white space, shattered the now-perfected Breath Concealing Art completely!
Reassembled it!
Shattered it again!
Reassembled it once more!
He abandoned the original, cumbersome meridian paths and inscribed the secret of energy concealment directly into every single cell of his body!
Su Yu sat still, exhaling a long, slow breath.
This stream of air made no sound, didn't even stir the slightest ripple in the surrounding atmosphere.
Perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
At this moment, if Su Yu closed his eyes and stood here, even a Warrior Leader walking past would probably perceive him as nothing but a patch of air.
The 1,000 points of Martial Master energy within him had been utterly locked away deep within his dantian and bone marrow by that mysterious, profound power.
Not a single thread of fluctuation leaked out.
"Let's test the effect."
With a thought, Su Yu activated the Breath Concealing Art.
The invisible aura of a Martial Master that clung to his body receded like a tide.
1,000 points.
500.
100.
10.
Finally, it stabilized steadily at 0.8.
Su Yu glanced at his own hands.
Muscles slack. Eyes dim.
Even the rhythm of his breathing had become identical to his former self.
0.8 energy value.
The last-ranked trash of Jiangcheng Third High School had returned.
Su Yu stood up and took a couple of steps in place.
No sense of incongruity at all.
He even felt that if he went for the physical exam at Jiangcheng Third High School right now, that old, worn-out energy testing device would unhesitatingly flash the glaring number "0.8".
"Too weak," Su Yu shook his head inwardly.
With an 0.8 energy value, he couldn't even get through the gate of the college entrance examination hall.
He needed a reasonable number.
A number that would allow him to smoothly enter a key martial arts university, even obtain a ticket to the Kyoto First Martial Arts University.
But it wouldn't make him seem too monstrous, drawing the covetous eyes of those top-tier noble clans and secret laboratories.
With another thought, the energy lock inside him loosened by a tiny crack.
A thread of extremely pure energy power flowed through his meridians, spreading to his limbs.
0.8.
3.0.
6.0.
9.8.
Stop.
Su Yu felt the state of his body at this moment.
9.8 energy value.
A single step short from the maximum of 10 points.
This number was perfect.
In a prefecture-level city like Jiangcheng, 9.8 was absolutely top-tier genius material, enough to attract serious attention from key high schools and secure the best recommendation letters.
But across the entire Daxia nation, in a place like Kyoto First Martial Arts University where prodigies gathered, 9.8 would only be considered a "pretty good" student.
Not at the bottom, but definitely not sticking out like a sore thumb.
Su Yu shoved his hands in his pockets and sauntered slowly toward the library entrance.
Two days remained until the college entrance exam.
He had his cultivation technique.
He had his energy.
His martial skills were perfected.
Everything was in place.
The only thing missing was the right opportunity.
——
Meanwhile, in Jiangcheng's wealthy district, at the Eastern Hill Villa.
Inside a luxurious private training room covering two hundred square meters, the rich scent of medicinal herbs filled the air.
A massive white jade bathtub sat in the middle of the room, filled with churning, dark red medicinal liquid.
This was an elite-grade medicinal bath, boiled using century-old ginseng, deer antler, and the vital blood essence of first-tier magical beasts.
An ordinary person taking one sniff might extend their lifespan.
Yet now, all of these precious concoctions served a single man.
Zhao Ze.
He leaned against the edge of the bathtub, his torso bare, letting the scalding liquid wash over his muscles.
But at this moment, the usually composed, confident Young Master Zhao wore an expression of thick gloom.
"Still no news?"
Zhao Ze's eyes snapped open, fixated on a bodyguard dressed in black standing by the tub.
His voice dripped with undisguised irritation.
The bodyguard lowered his head, not daring to breathe too loudly.
"Reporting to the young master... not yet."
"Old Mo's phone has been powered off. The phones of his two underlings are also unreachable."
"We sent people to the spots he usually frequents, but we didn't see him anywhere."
Splash!
Zhao Ze suddenly stood up from the bath.
The dark red medicinal liquid slid down his defined muscles.
"Worthless!"
Zhao Ze grabbed an expensive towel from a nearby rack and hurled it viciously to the ground.
Can't you even handle a high school student?
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
