“I’ve had someone send the items over to you. They should be in your hands soon,” Nie Changkong said.
“Thank you, Principal Nie!”
Su Yu agreed cheerfully.
Then his eyes shifted as he suddenly remembered the Saint-tier demon core in his storage ring—the one the system had valued far too cheaply when it offered to recycle it.
“By the way, Principal Nie,” Su Yu said, smoothly changing the subject, “I’m looking to buy some special cultivation resources—things you can’t find in ordinary stores.”
“Do you know where I can find a high-end auction channel in the Great Xia Kingdom?”
On the other end of the call, Nie Changkong didn’t think much of it.
With the terrifying talent Su Yu had displayed, ordinary resources really were no longer enough for him.
“An auction channel?”
Nie Changkong pondered for a moment.
“There are mainly two types of high-end trading venues in the Great Xia Kingdom.”
“One is a top-tier auction house backed by the government, such as the Star Pavilion in the capital.”
“It’s absolutely safe there. No one would dare cause trouble in the Star Pavilion.”
“But!”
“The rules are extraordinarily complicated.”
Nie Changkong explained in detail.
“Not only do they require real-name verification, but they also conduct extremely strict checks on your assets.”
“On top of that, their commission is very high—usually between ten and fifteen percent.”
“Most importantly, all funds involved in transactions there are subject to supervision by the military and the tax authorities.”
Su Yu’s brow furrowed slightly.
Real-name verification? Financial monitoring? A fifteen-percent commission?
Absolutely not!
His identity was classified. The moment he used his real name, he could be exposed in an instant.
And the commission was far too brutal. On something worth one hundred billion, they would take more than ten billion straight off the top. That was practically robbery!
“What about the other option?” Su Yu asked.
“The other option is the underground black market.”
Nie Changkong lowered his voice, a note of gravity entering it.
“The largest underground black market in the Great Xia Kingdom is located in the unregulated zone outside the capital. Its codename is the Dark Web.”
“There are no rules there.”
“They don’t ask where anything came from, and they don’t ask who you are. Everything is completely anonymous!”
“Moreover, because many priceless treasures that can’t be openly traded end up there, the black market’s premiums are extremely high.”
“A good item can often fetch a price thirty percent—or even fifty percent—higher than it would at an official auction house!”
At this, Su Yu’s heart gave a sudden leap.
Fifty percent higher?!
Wouldn’t that mean his demon core could easily sell for more than one hundred and fifty billion?
“But!”
Before Su Yu could celebrate, Nie Changkong’s stern warning came through the communicator.
“Su Yu, I’m warning you!”
“The black market is far deeper and more dangerous than it looks!”
“It’s a nest of every kind of person—desperate criminals, fallen martial artists, and even agents of the Abyssal Cult!”
“Trading there comes with enormous risks!”
“The moment you flaunt your wealth or reveal some top-tier treasure—”
“murder for profit and outright robbery happen there every single day!”
“Without absolute strength or powerful backing, going to the black market is nothing short of suicide!”
Nie Changkong urged him earnestly.
“What you need right now is to build your foundation step by step.”
“If you’re short on any resources, just tell me. The military will do its best to provide them.”
“Whatever you do, don’t get involved with a place like the black market!”
A hint of disdain flashed through Su Yu’s deep eyes.
Murder for profit?
Robbery?
With nine million units of Dark Gold Divine Blood and the will of the Soul-Forge Spear, his combat power was already approaching the Martial Saint realm.
Who would be devouring whom was still anyone’s guess!
Outwardly, however, Su Yu agreed readily.
“I understand, Principal Nie.”
“Don’t worry. I definitely won’t go to the black market.”
“I was only asking out of curiosity. I just wanted to broaden my horizons.”
Nie Changkong breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s good.”
“Oh, right. There’s one more thing I absolutely must impress upon you!”
Nie Changkong’s voice suddenly became more serious than ever.
“That Saint-tier demon core!”
“You must, must keep it!”
“Under no circumstances are you to sell it for money!”
Afraid that Su Yu, a money-grubber, might do something foolish, Nie Changkong patiently explained:
“The Abyssal Source inside that thing can save a martial artist hundreds of years of comprehension!”
“It’s a truly priceless treasure!”
“If you plan to break through to the Martial Saint realm—or even the Martial Emperor realm—in the future, that demon core could play a decisive role!”
“Do you understand?!”
Seated on his meditation cushion, Su Yu rubbed his nose.
Save a hundred years of comprehension?
To be honest, that was nothing compared to selling it for money and recharging the proceeds through the system. That could buy him hundreds of millions of years of comprehension!
“I understand, Principal Nie.”
Su Yu’s tone was exceptionally sincere, even carrying a hint of emotion.
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t sell such a priceless treasure even if you beat me to death!”
“Good. As long as you know what you’re doing.”
Satisfied, Nie Changkong hung up.
Listening to the dead tone from the communicator, the corners of Su Yu’s mouth curled upward.
“Not sell it?”
“Tomorrow, I’m taking it to the black market and turning it into cash!”
More than one hundred billion in cash was already waving at him.
Just as Su Yu was planning his trip to the black market the following night—
Ding-dong.
The doorbell to his apartment suddenly rang.
Su Yu paused slightly.
Who would come looking for him this late at night?
He got up, walked to the entryway, and turned on the video intercom.
On the screen appeared a beautiful, pure-looking face filled with a hint of nervous anticipation.
Lin Xiaoxiao.
She was dressed in a fitted white training uniform.
Her smooth, silky hair was tied into a neat, high ponytail.
The training uniform outlined her youthful, graceful curves, while the fair cheeks of this sheltered young woman carried a faint blush from the cool night breeze.
This stubborn yet kindhearted heiress from a top-tier wealthy family was now standing outside his door, her bright eyes fixed intently on the intercom camera.
Her hands twisted together uneasily.
Looking at Lin Xiaoxiao on the screen, Su Yu remembered their earlier agreement.
“You promised me.”
“You’d teach me how to use a spear.”
Su Yu let out an amused, helpless laugh.
The young lady really was persistent.
He had been busy killing a Demon Saint, recording online courses, and setting up his money-printing operation. He had nearly forgotten all about it.
Click.
Su Yu opened the door.
Under the bright lights of the hallway, Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Su Yu as he appeared before her.
His eyes were deep and restrained, his posture straight as a pine.
Even though they had only been apart for a day, she felt that the aura surrounding Su Yu had become even more unfathomable.
“I…”
Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her head slightly, her voice soft. She didn’t dare meet Su Yu’s eyes.
“I came to learn the spear from you.”
“Are you…free right now?”
Su Yu looked at the girl before him—the one who had once given him precious resources and placed immense value on repaying kindness.
The hard lines of his face softened slightly.
“Come in.”
Su Yu stepped aside, clearing the way.
“To the underground training room.”
“Today, I’ll teach you the basics of generating force.”
Lin Xiaoxiao raised her head, her eyes instantly lighting up with astonishing brilliance.
“Okay!”
Without the slightest hesitation, she stepped into the apartment and followed Su Yu toward the underground training room.
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ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
