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?
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
