《Slaying a Demon Saint! Insights into the Spear Dao of Great Xia’s Youngest Martial Spirit Master!》
Presenter: Su Yuan.
Price: 100,000 Dragon Coins.
The moment this title appeared, the entire martial arts forum fell into a brief, deathly silence.
Then—
It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured into a pot of boiling oil.
The whole forum exploded!
“Holy crap!”
“Am I seeing things? Boss Su Yuan released an online course?!”
“That Peerless God of Slaughter who speared a Demon Saint to death in the wilderness just this afternoon?!”
“Only one hundred thousand? That cheap?! Is he doing charity?!”
“Buy, buy, buy! I’ll sell everything I own if I have to!”
“I can’t believe Su Yuan has already grasped Soul-Forging Spear Intent! That’s a martial will only Martial Emperors can comprehend!”
“No wonder he was able to kill a Demon Saint! Insights like these would be worth ten million, let alone one hundred thousand!”
“Only one hundred thousand? Are you looking down on me? I’m buying two copies to show my support for Genius Su!”
The comment section refreshed as frenziedly as a waterfall.
One discussion after another erupted.
“To the guy above: You can only watch one copy even if you buy two. What’s wrong with your brain?”
“Mind your own business! I’m happy to give Boss Su Yuan my money! Maybe he’ll be so pleased that he’ll take me on as his underling!”
“Brothers, I’ve already finished watching it! All I can say is—it left my scalp tingling! That spear intent shattered my bottleneck on the spot!”
“Is it really that amazing? I’ve been stuck at the Grandmaster realm for three years. I’m buying it right now!”
The sales figures soared at a suffocating speed.
Ten thousand copies.
Thirty thousand copies.
Fifty thousand copies.
In just one hour—
Sales broke through the one-hundred-thousand mark!
And the number continued to surge exponentially!
Ten billion Dragon Coins entered his account just like that.
At that moment, the terrifying moneymaking power of paid knowledge was on full display.
Meanwhile—
Jingwu University, the girls’ dormitory.
Lin Xiaoxiao had just finished showering. Wearing a pink cotton pajama set, she sat cross-legged on her bed while drying her damp hair.
As usual, she opened her communicator, intending to browse the martial arts forum for a while.
The moment she entered—
A pinned link accompanied by full-screen special effects immediately caught her eye.
“Su Yuan’s insights into the Spear Dao?”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s bright eyes lit up slightly.
She had just learned spear techniques from Su Yu earlier that day, and she was particularly interested in them now.
Moreover, Senior Su Yuan was her idol—second only to Su Yu.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xiaoxiao clicked purchase.
One hundred thousand Dragon Coins was less than pocket change to her wealthy heiress.
The video began playing.
A figure in a pure-black training uniform appeared on the screen, seen from behind.
He extended two fingers like a sword and casually swept them through the air.
Whoosh!
A gray-black spear intent, incredibly restrained and radiating absolute stillness, flashed across the screen.
Boom!
It was as if a great bell had been struck inside Lin Xiaoxiao’s mind.
She stared blankly at the screen.
She did not even notice when the towel slipped onto her lap.
That spear intent…
That absolute sense of control, with all its power compressed into a single point…
It was astonishingly similar to the thrust Su Yu had guided her through in the underground training room that evening, his hand wrapped around hers as he wielded the spear.
No.
It could not merely be called similar.
It was a resonance born of the same source!
“Compressing the strength of the entire body into an edge less than an inch long…”
Lin Xiaoxiao murmured to herself.
Su Yu’s teachings and the dazzling sweep from the video replayed repeatedly in her mind.
The two images overlapped again and again.
And finally, they merged into one.
Boom!
The blood energy within Lin Xiaoxiao’s body, which had still been somewhat awkward and unrefined, suddenly seemed to find an outlet.
It began circulating on its own, flowing along the great dragon of her spine!
She abruptly extended her right hand, formed two fingers like a sword, and lightly thrust them toward the empty space ahead.
Sss!
Her fingertip pierced the air, producing a faint, sharp whistle.
A weak yet exceptionally pure aura of edge flashed across her fingertip and vanished.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s eyes widened.
She stared at her finger, her face filled with disbelief.
“I…”
“I think I understand!”
“Spear intent!”
“I’ve touched the threshold of spear intent!”
Lin Xiaoxiao leaped straight off the bed in excitement.
Her rosy cheeks were filled with undisguised exhilaration.
She never expected that watching Senior Su Yuan’s video once, combined with Su Yu’s instruction, would actually allow her to achieve sudden enlightenment!
“That’s wonderful!”
“When I go back to the training room tomorrow, I’m definitely going to give Su Yu a huge shock!”
“This young lady really is a peerless genius!”
Lin Xiaoxiao waved her little fists, her eyes filled with anticipation.
She could hardly wait to see the look of shock on Su Yu’s normally cold, stern face the next day.
At the same time—
Jingwu University, the principal’s office.
Feng Wuji sat behind his enormous desk.
A holographic projection before him was playing Su Yuan’s online course video on repeat.
Once.
Ten times.
A hundred times.
Feng Wuji stared at the screen, his eyes bloodshot.
At this moment, this top-tier spear cultivator and Martial Saint of Great Xia was breathing heavily.
Unlike the lower-level martial artists, who had been shaken by the destructive aura of the spear intent, he saw something much deeper.
“It’s so solid…”
Feng Wuji’s voice was hoarse, and both his hands trembled uncontrollably.
“This spear intent…”
“There isn’t the slightest trace of restlessness!”
“There’s not even a hint of taking a shortcut!”
“It’s as if…”
Feng Wuji swallowed.
“It’s as if it was forged through thousands, tens of thousands of years of monotonous thrusts, tempered through hard repetition over and over again!”
The more he watched, the more alarmed he became.
The more he watched, the more convinced he was that the young man named Su Yuan was absolutely no ordinary person!
“Eighteen years old?”
“Bullshit!”
Feng Wuji slammed his palm onto the desk. The deep-sea meteorite iron surface rang loudly.
“That’s definitely an old monster who knows how to preserve his youth!”
“Or perhaps the reincarnation of some ancient supreme expert!”
“Otherwise, how could a mere teenager possess such a profound and weathered will, with such tremendous depth of foundation?!”
Feng Wuji took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart.
He watched the simple, natural sweep on the screen.
The half-step-to-Transcendence bottleneck that had remained stagnant for twenty whole years suddenly gave a faint cracking sound in his mind.
It had loosened!
A dazzling light erupted in Feng Wuji’s eyes.
“I understand…”
“The spear should never take shortcuts!”
“All these years, I’ve focused too much on the splendor of my techniques and stacking power upon power. In the end, I only descended to the inferior path!”
“Accumulation!”
“Only through constant accumulation can one achieve a true breakthrough!”
“There’s no need to rush!”
Feng Wuji threw his head back and laughed. His laughter carried the exhilaration of finally seeing clear skies after the clouds had parted.
“Senior Su Yuan!”
“Thank you for your instruction!”
This dignified Martial Saint actually cupped his fists and respectfully bowed toward the figure on the screen.
That night, the entire martial arts world of Great Xia was caught up in a storm that kept everyone awake until dawn.
The course’s sales continued to skyrocket throughout the night.
……
The next morning.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and fell into the underground training room of the special freshman apartment.
Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.
A sharp glint flashed in his deep, clear eyes.
He had no idea that the video he’d casually recorded the night before had already set off a storm across the entire internet.
Right now, he had only one thing on his mind:
Make money.

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"