The first lesson was on “Microscopic Insight.”
It taught how to initially merge mental power with vital energy and blood, perceive even the finest details, and control the flow of every ounce of one’s strength.
The second lesson was on “Formlessness.”
It taught how to keep one’s spear intent restrained and kill without form, leaving the enemy no time even to feel fear.
The third lesson was on “Manifestation.”
It taught how to turn the unreal into the real, condensing vital energy and blood into a tangible weapon of slaughter, one capable of piercing through anything.
The fourth lesson was on “Clarity.”
It taught how to make one’s will unobstructed and understand one’s true nature, allowing a single thrust to shatter any illusion or Abyssal corruption.
The fifth lesson was also the core finale of the entire online course—
“Forging the Soul”!
This was where one bestowed upon spear intent a true soul of destruction!
When Su Yu recorded the final lesson, he did not deliberately release the terrifying power of his nine million units of dark-gold divine blood.
He merely pressed his index and middle fingers together like a sword and casually swiped them through the air in front of the camera.
Whoosh!
A gray-black spear intent, incredibly restrained yet radiating absolute deathly silence, flashed past the tip of his fingers.
This single scene alone was enough to make any martial artist stuck at a bottleneck experience a shock and trembling that pointed straight toward the Great Dao!
In less than two hours, all five online lessons had been recorded.
Su Yu played them back for a quick inspection and was extremely satisfied.
He clicked Send and forwarded the videos directly to Nie Changkong.
The remaining packaging, promotion, and release could be left to Jingwu to handle.
All he had to do was wait for his share of the revenue to arrive.
After finishing the online course, Su Yu sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion in the training room.
With a flip of his wrist, a fist-sized crystal appeared in his palm. It was pitch-black all over and emitted a heart-pounding fluctuation.
A Martial Saint-grade magic core!
This thing was the crystallization of a Martial Saint’s entire Abyssal origin.
Huo Zhenshan had told him that this item was priceless even if one could find a buyer for it on the underground black market.
It could easily be sold for the astronomical price of over a hundred billion Dragon Coins!
Over a hundred billion!
A burning gleam flashed through Su Yu’s deep eyes.
If he could exchange this thing for money and directly recharge it into the system, his cultivation would definitely surge once again.
“System.”
Su Yu called out silently in his mind.
“Can this magic core be directly converted into account balance?”
Previously, he had always recharged the system with cash and had never tried exchanging natural treasures and other resources directly.
If it worked, then from now on, he could save the middleman’s cut whenever he killed monsters and obtained loot.
Ding!
[High-level energy crystal detected—Martial Saint-grade magic core.]
[The system possesses a resource exchange function. Would you like to exchange this item for available account balance immediately?]
Su Yu’s eyes lit up.
It really could be exchanged!
“How much can it be exchanged for?”
[Current assessed value of the item: 70 billion Dragon Coins.]
[Confirm exchange?]
When he heard that figure, Su Yu’s brows furrowed slightly.
Seventy billion?
That didn’t feel like enough!
Huo Zhenshan had sworn that this thing was worth at least a hundred billion, and that it was priceless even if one could find a buyer.
Why had its value shrunk by nearly a third when it reached the system?
What a loss!
The difference alone would be enough for him to deduce several Heaven-grade martial arts!
“Looks like I’ll still have to go through the proper channels.”
Su Yu stroked his chin.
He would find an opportunity to take this thing to the underground black market—or perhaps the most prestigious auction house in the Great Xia Kingdom—and auction it off properly.
As long as it was handled well and he encountered wealthy martial artists desperate to break through, let alone a hundred billion…
Even if it sold for 150 billion or even 200 billion, it wasn’t impossible!
Having determined his next course of action, Su Yu placed the magic core back into his storage ring.
That afternoon, nearing dusk.
Jingwu University. The vice principal’s office.
Nie Changkong sat behind his spacious desk and opened the video files Su Yu had just sent him.
The video was divided into five lessons.
At the end, a figure dressed in pure-black training clothes pressed two fingers together like a sword and casually swiped them through the air in front of the camera.
Whoosh!
A gray-black spear intent, incredibly restrained yet radiating absolute deathly silence, flashed across the screen.
Even through the screen, Nie Changkong felt an uncontrollable stabbing pain in the center of his brow!
It was as if his very soul were about to be torn apart by that single swipe!
“What a kid…”
Nie Changkong sucked in a breath of cold air, and an astonishing light erupted from his eyes.
“The divine essence comes naturally!”
“The effect of this video is simply perfect!”
He watched it repeatedly several times. The more he watched, the more shocked—and satisfied—he became.
It wasn’t as if the martial world had never seen similar instructional videos uploaded by Martial Emperors.
There had once been a Martial Emperor who specialized in the spear path and released an online course called The True Meaning of the Spear.
That course had sold over a hundred million copies!
But the realm of a Martial Emperor was simply too high.
It was so far above ordinary martial artists that they could only look up to it, and might even develop a sense of despair at the thought of ever crossing that unbridgeable gap.
A Martial Emperor’s will was like the mighty authority of Heaven. When many low- and mid-level martial artists watched it, not only could they fail to comprehend it, they might even lose themselves.
But Su Yuan’s video was completely different!
That was because the cultivation he displayed was only at the Martial Spirit realm!
A Martial Spirit who had mastered Soul-Forging Spear Intent!
What did that signify?
It meant that his perspective was much closer to that of ordinary, low-level martial artists!
It meant that his insights could be reached at a low cultivation level through certain extreme techniques and sufficient talent!
A sense of immersion!
That exceptionally powerful sense of immersion would absolutely cause all the Martial Masters, Grandmasters, and even Great Grandmasters throughout the Great Xia Kingdom who were stuck at bottlenecks to erupt in excitement!
“That Martial Emperor’s online course sold over a hundred million copies.”
“As for Su Yuan’s…”
Nie Changkong rubbed his chin, his breathing growing heavier.
“As long as we package it properly…”
“Selling tens of millions of copies will definitely be no problem!”
Packaging!
They had to package it aggressively!
Nie Changkong immediately called the internal line of Jingwu’s Publicity Department.
“Hello! Publicity Department?”
“Stop all the work you currently have on hand!”
“Immediately free up your highest-level promotional resources!”
“Yes! Promote it across the entire internet!”
“I’ve already come up with the title for you—The Great Xia’s Youngest Martial Spirit: Insights into the Spear Path After Slaying a Martial Saint!”
“Put Jingwu’s official certification watermark on it!”
“Release it overnight!”
After hanging up, Nie Changkong leaned back in his chair, his spirits soaring.
Just then, the secretary’s respectful voice came from outside the door.
“Principal Nie.”
“The head of the Kyoto Chen family, Chen Tiannan, is here to see you.”
The Chen family?
Nie Changkong raised his brows slightly.
“Let him in.”
The office door was gently pushed open.
The head of the Chen family, Chen Tiannan—a Martial King-level powerhouse—entered with his back slightly bent and a flattering smile plastered across his face.
Behind him followed several Chen family guards carrying specially made alloy lockboxes.
“Principal Nie, forgive me for disturbing you.”
Chen Tiannan took two quick steps forward, cupped his fists, and bowed deeply.
Nie Changkong remained seated in his spacious office chair.
“Family Head Chen, what a rare guest.”
“What brings you to Jingwu today?”
Chen Tiannan hurried forward another two steps, his tone filled with respect.
“Principal Nie, let’s dispense with empty formalities.”
“Our Chen family has come to offer a small token of our sincerity.”
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