No matter how much money you have, can it be directly transformed into qi and blood

Su Yu pushed open the vice principal’s office door.

Nie Changkong was seated behind his spacious desk. When he saw Su Yu enter, a shrewd smile curled across his lips.

“Have a seat.”

Nie Changkong gestured toward the chair opposite him.

Su Yu did not stand on ceremony and sat down immediately.

“Principal Nie, what’s this lucrative business you mentioned?”

Su Yu’s deep, clear eyes gleamed with undisguised anticipation.

The mint had not been built yet.

He was desperately short of money.

He needed a huge amount of cash to spend on upgrades.

Nie Changkong did not answer directly. Instead, he took out his private phone and tapped the screen a few times.

Then he pushed the phone across the desk to Su Yu.

“See for yourself.”

Su Yu lowered his head.

The screen displayed the highest-level martial arts forum officially certified by the Great Xia Kingdom.

The page was open to a paid-knowledge section called “Master’s Lecture Hall.”

At the very top was a pinned link in bold red lettering, surrounded by full-screen special effects.

The Thirty-Six Basic Qi-and-Blood Circulation Forms!

Lecturer: Overturning-Seas Martial Emperor!

Su Yu raised an eyebrow.

A Martial Emperor-level powerhouse was posting instructional videos online?

But when his gaze swept over the line of text beneath it, Su Yu’s pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

Price: 50,000 Dragon Coins.

Purchases: 32 million!!!

Silence.

The office sank into deathly silence.

Su Yu stared fixedly at the dizzyingly long number on the screen. His breathing stopped completely in that instant.

His mind began calculating furiously.

Fifty thousand multiplied by thirty-two million.

How much was that?

1.6 trillion!!!

A full 1.6 trillion Dragon Coins!

And this was merely a basic qi-and-blood circulation technique!

For a Martial Emperor, a basic method like this probably did not even require him to think. He could recite it off the top of his head!

Recording a video would take, at most, ten minutes.

Ten minutes to earn 1.6 trillion?!

What the hell did that even mean?!

Su Yu felt his scalp go numb as the blood throughout his body surged toward his head.

“This…”

Su Yu swallowed, his voice dry and hoarse.

“This is an insane profit!”

“Zero cost!”

“Pure profit!”

Leaning back in his chair, Nie Changkong watched Su Yu’s utterly stunned expression and nodded in satisfaction.

“Exactly.”

“That’s the terrifying power of paid knowledge.”

“In this age surrounded by abyssal threats, any knowledge that can improve one’s chances of survival or raise one’s martial cultivation is priceless.”

Nie Changkong extended one finger and lightly tapped it against the desktop.

“Although Overturning-Seas Martial Emperor is a Martial Emperor, he only teaches the basics.”

“But you’re different.”

Nie Changkong’s gaze grew feverishly excited.

“You’re the hottest person on the entire internet right now!”

“The Peerless God of Slaughter who split the heavens with one shot and slew a Demon Saint despite being a lower realm!”

“The name ‘Su Yuan’ is now at the height of its fame throughout the entire Great Xia Kingdom!”

“As long as you’re willing to record an online course about your insights into spear intent…”

“You don’t need to reveal any core secrets. Just demonstrate your unparalleled spear intent and casually explain a few techniques for exerting force.”

Nie Changkong suddenly slapped the desk.

“Price it at 100,000 per copy!”

Seeing the slight change in Su Yu’s expression, Nie Changkong continued earnestly:

“Don’t think 100,000 is expensive.”

“You have to understand that even the most basic qi-and-blood pill costs 30,000 Dragon Coins on the market! For 100,000, those bottom-tier martial artists can only afford three low-grade pills to tide them over.”

“But for 100,000, they can receive personal guidance on spear intent from the Peerless God of Slaughter who slew a Demon Saint!”

“To every martial artist in the Great Xia Kingdom, that’s practically an unbelievable bargain!”

“That’s also why Overturning-Seas Martial Emperor’s 50,000-Dragon-Coin basic online course managed to sell more than thirty million copies so effortlessly—the barrier to entry was too low. As long as someone was a martial artist, they could definitely afford it!”

The more Nie Changkong spoke, the more excited he became. His voice even began to tremble.

“As soon as your course goes live, I’ll stake the reputation of Capital Martial University on it—it’ll drive every martial artist on the entire internet crazy!”

“Even if we make a conservative estimate and only ten million people buy it, that’s still one trillion in pure revenue!”

One trillion!

At the sound of that figure, Su Yu’s eyes lit up completely.

He did not hesitate in the slightest.

He did not even need half a second to think.

“I’m in!”

Su Yu shot to his feet, his voice crisp and decisive.

“How do I record it?”

“Do I need to prepare a script?”

Nie Changkong waved his hand.

“No script necessary.”

“Go back and find somewhere quiet. Use your communicator to record a segment.”

“The more authentic and spontaneous, the better.”

“What those martial artists want to see is the invincible aura about you, that spear intent of yours pointing directly toward the Great Dao!”

“Once you’ve finished recording, send it straight to me. Capital Martial University will handle the packaging, promotion, and publication!”

Su Yu nodded heavily.

“Good!”

“I’ll go record it right now!”

With that, Su Yu turned and left, his steps brisk and full of energy.

When it came to making money, not even one second could be wasted!

Nie Changkong watched the office door slam shut.

Listening to Su Yu’s footsteps gradually fade down the hallway—light and even carrying a hint of cheerfulness—he let out a long breath.

Smack!

Nie Changkong leaned back in his leather chair and brought both hands down hard.

Done.

That kid really did love making money.

He clearly possessed peerless combat power capable of driving the entire martial arts world of the Great Xia Kingdom into a frenzy.

Yet his mind was not focused on secluded cultivation or comprehending the Great Dao at all.

Instead, he was absurdly and almost ridiculously invested in the vulgar business of making money.

What was so good about earning money, anyway?

Could money be directly converted into qi and blood?

Could it directly raise the level of one’s martial will?

Strength was the foundation upon which a martial artist could establish himself in this world surrounded by abyssal threats!

Nie Changkong picked up the tea on his desk, already completely cold, and drained it in one gulp.

He only hoped that this kid would come to his senses soon.

He must not let greed for money delay that peerless talent.

At the same time.

At Capital Martial University, inside the ultra-luxurious penthouse apartment reserved for special-grade freshmen.

Su Yu pushed open the door.

Without wasting even half a second, he walked straight into the spacious underground training room.

Buzz—!

The Perfected Myriad Forms Concealment Art within his body began circulating with a thunderous force.

The muscles and bones of Su Yu’s originally youthful, handsome face began to undergo minute distortions and rearrangements.

In the blink of an eye.

The cold, weathered face of “Su Yuan,” with his eyes deep as an abyss, appeared once more.

He changed into a pure-black training outfit.

Taking out his phone, he secured it to the stand in front of the training room.

After adjusting the angle…

He began recording.

Su Yu had prepared no script, nor did he need one.

His insights into martial will had already been carved into the depths of his soul through the system’s tens of millions of years of deduction, as deeply as if they had been engraved with a knife and an axe.

The recording process proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

Su Yu wasted no words and went straight to the point.

He divided the online course into five progressive chapters.