Jingwu Special-Class Freshman Apartment, underground training room.
Spacious and brightly lit.
Every wall was made from high-molecular materials designed to absorb impact.
Lin Xiaoxiao gripped the hundred-pound steel spear with both hands. Her knees were slightly bent, and she had assumed a textbook horse stance.
She wore a pure-white, form-fitting training outfit.
By now, her forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Several strands of her jet-black hair had been dampened by perspiration, clinging limply to her fair cheeks.
With each quickened breath, her chest rose and fell slightly.
“Wrong.”
Su Yu stood less than half a meter away. His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable sternness.
“That’s not how you hold a spear.”
“You’re using too much force.”
“Too much rigidity leads to failure. You’ve tensed the shaft so tightly that all the strength is locked in your arms. None of it can be transmitted to the spearhead.”
Su Yu took a step forward.
He moved directly to Lin Xiaoxiao’s side.
In an instant, the distance between them shrank to almost nothing.
Su Yu extended his right hand.
His broad, warm palm covered the hand Lin Xiaoxiao had wrapped around the spear shaft.
Their skin touched.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s body suddenly stiffened.
A distinctly masculine scent, carrying the faintly refreshing fragrance of shower gel, instantly enveloped her.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Then it began pounding wildly, racing at an astonishing speed!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
In the quiet training room, Lin Xiaoxiao could even imagine Su Yu hearing the drumlike pounding of her heart.
Too close!
She turned her head slightly and could even make out the fine stubble along Su Yu’s hard jawline.
She could feel the warm breath from his words brushing against her ear.
An indescribable, ambiguous atmosphere quickly spread through the air.
The tips of Lin Xiaoxiao’s ears flushed crimson.
Even her fair, slender neck took on an alluring pink hue.
And yet—
Su Yu’s eyes were as deep as an abyss, utterly devoid of emotion.
He was completely immersed in a state of focused instruction.
Serious.
Responsible.
Without the slightest improper thought.
Since he had agreed to teach her, he had to teach her the correct technique.
That was Su Yu’s bottom line in everything he did.
“Relax.”
Su Yu’s low voice sounded beside Lin Xiaoxiao’s ear.
“Follow my strength.”
Holding her hand, he subtly adjusted the angle at which she gripped the spear.
Then, a nearly imperceptible gray-black glimmer flashed through Su Yu’s eyes.
Buzz—
An extremely restrained spear intent, forcibly suppressed to the “Manifestation” level, silently flowed from Su Yu’s palm into the steel spear.
The spear suddenly let out a clear, dragonlike cry!
The hundred-pound steel shaft seemed to come alive at that moment!
“Feel it with your heart.”
Su Yu released her hand and took half a step back.
“Feel the flow of power within the shaft.”
“Don’t look with your eyes. Use your blood and qi, your instincts, to catch it!”
Lin Xiaoxiao abruptly came back to herself.
Suppressing the fluttering in her heart and her embarrassment, she clenched her teeth and focused all her attention on the spear in her hands.
She could feel it clearly!
A will that was exceptionally sharp yet incredibly gentle was guiding the flow of blood and qi within her body.
It traveled upward along her spine—
Through her shoulder, elbow, and wrist—
Until, at last,
all of it converged at the spearhead!
“Thrust!”
Su Yu barked.
“Ha!”
Lin Xiaoxiao let out a delicate cry and, following the guidance of that will, suddenly thrust the spear forward!
Whoosh—!!!
The air was torn apart in an instant!
A visible white shockwave exploded from the spearhead.
The speed and power of this thrust were more than three times greater than when she had practiced blindly on her own.
The steel shaft remained perfectly straight, without the slightest tremor.
Every ounce of force had been transmitted flawlessly to the spearhead!
“This…”
Lin Xiaoxiao remained frozen in the thrusting stance, staring blankly ahead.
Her bright eyes were filled with disbelief.
Had she really just executed such a perfect thrust?
“Remember how that felt.”
Su Yu walked over to the rest area and picked up a towel to wipe his hands.
“Martial intent, put simply, is the ultimate control over power.”
“Swing the spear a thousand times every day.”
“When you can perfectly gather your blood and qi at the spearhead without needing my guidance,”
“your spear technique will have officially entered the elementary stage.”
Su Yu’s voice was indifferent.
But to Lin Xiaoxiao, it sounded like heavenly music.
She lowered the spear and excitedly ran over to Su Yu.
Her pure, beautiful face was flushed with a healthy glow from the strenuous exercise and her excitement.
“Su Yu, you’re incredible!”
Lin Xiaoxiao waved her small fists excitedly.
“For that split second, I felt like I’d really become a master of the spear!”
“That feeling of having complete control over my power was amazing!”
Su Yu smiled and pointed to the sofa nearby.
“Rest for ten minutes first.”
“Rushing won’t get you anywhere.”
Lin Xiaoxiao obediently nodded. She leaned the spear against the wall, then walked over and sat on the sofa.
She casually picked up a bottle of mineral water.
After twisting off the cap,
she gulped down two mouthfuls.
Crystal-clear droplets slid from her fair chin and disappeared into her pure-white training clothes, inviting the imagination.
Lin Xiaoxiao set down the bottle and casually wiped her lips.
As if she had suddenly remembered something, her eyes lit up like two tiny lightbulbs.
“Oh, right!”
“Su Yu!”
Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly leaned toward him, her voice brimming with barely concealed excitement.
“Did you watch the news today?”
“Do you know who Su Yuan is?!”
At the sound of that name,
Su Yu’s hand paused slightly as he raised his cup.
A strange glint flickered through his deep eyes.
But it was quickly concealed perfectly.
“Su Yuan?”
Su Yu took a sip of water, his tone casual.
“I’ve heard about him.”
“It’s caused quite a stir online.”
“What do you mean, ‘quite a stir’?!”
Lin Xiaoxiao raised her voice as if he had just said something unforgivably dismissive.
She jumped straight up from the sofa.
Waving both hands as she spoke, her little face flushed bright red. She was practically vibrating with excitement.
“It’s set off the entire Great Xia, okay?!”
“A Martial Spirit defeating a Martial Saint!”
“No! A Demon Saint!”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s voice trembled with excitement, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
“Can you believe it?!”
“A Martial Spirit with only nine hundred thousand units of blood and qi!”
“And he actually crossed the Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Venerable, and Martial Saint realms—four entire major realms!”
“With a single thrust, he reduced a Demon Saint to ashes!”
As she spoke, she waved her arms and imitated the pose of the battered figure shown in the news photographs.
“And I heard that even a projection of an Abyssal Demon Emperor descended at the time!”
“That Senior Su Yuan stood against the Demon Emperor’s pressure and didn’t retreat even half a step!”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
