For Sale

After washing up, Su Yu changed into a sharp black casual outfit.

He took stock of the items inside his storage ring.

A Demon Saint–rank core.

The Nine Nether Soul-Nurturing Lotus worth thirty billion, gifted by the Chen family.

“These things will only gather dust if I keep them.”

“I’ll take them all to the suburban black market today and get rid of them.”

“I’ll turn them into cash and use it to spend on upgrades!”

Su Yu pushed open the door of his apartment and strode out.

He had only just left the apartment complex when a figure suddenly sprang from the greenery beside the road and stood directly in his path.

Su Yu’s gaze sharpened.

Chen Feng.

The Young Master Chen who, just a few days ago, had been instantly killed by Su Yu with a single shot beside Nameless Lake, his martial heart shattered in the process.

At this moment, Chen Feng’s face was pale, and deep exhaustion filled his eyes. Clearly, he had not slept all night.

The moment he saw Su Yu, Chen Feng did not hesitate in the slightest.

He immediately bent forward in a ninety-degree bow.

“Big Brother Su!”

Chen Feng’s voice rang out, filled with grim determination.

“I was blind before and offended you without realizing your strength!”

“I came here today specifically to apologize!”

“Whether you want to hit me or punish me, just say the word. I, Chen Feng, won’t utter a single complaint!”

Su Yu regarded him quietly.

There was not the slightest ripple in his deep eyes.

As far as the earlier incident was concerned, Su Yu did not think there was anything worth apologizing for.

He gave a slight nod, then turned around and prepared to leave.

Chen Feng straightened up and stood awkwardly where he was, unsure whether he should move aside.

He had come under his father’s direct orders. He had to establish a relationship with Su Yu.

But Su Yu’s completely unyielding attitude left him with no idea how to proceed.

Just as Su Yu was about to walk around him, he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head toward Chen Feng, as if he had remembered something.

“Oh, right.”

Su Yu spoke.

“That Heaven-tier technique of your Chen family, the Formless Calamity Blade.”

“Since I won, that technique belongs to me completely now, right?”

Chen Feng froze for a moment.

Then he hurriedly nodded.

“Of course!”

“A deal is a deal. The technique is yours now.”

Su Yu nodded in satisfaction.

“Good.”

“Since it belongs to me…”

Su Yu looked at Chen Feng and asked in a serious tone a question that nearly sent Chen Feng’s soul flying out of his body.

“Can I sell it?”

Silence.

The school path that had been quiet in the early morning fell into deathly stillness.

Chen Feng’s eyes instantly widened like bells.

His eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.

He stared at Su Yu, his breathing stopping cold.

Sell it?!

What had he just heard?!

Sell it?!

“B-Big Brother Su…”

Chen Feng’s voice trembled violently, as if he had seen a ghost.

“You’re… you’re joking, right?”

“That’s the Formless Calamity Blade!”

“A top-grade Heaven-tier technique!”

“It’s the foundation on which our Chen family has established itself in the capital! It’s a hereditary supreme art passed down through our family!”

Chen Feng felt his heart bleeding.

He thought he was about to go insane.

Take someone else’s ancestral technique and sell it?

What the hell—was that something a carbon-based life-form could actually do?!

Su Yu frowned slightly.

“What? I can’t sell it?”

“Didn’t you just say that the technique belongs to me now?”

“Since it’s mine, how I deal with it shouldn’t require the Chen family’s approval, should it?”

Chen Feng was rendered speechless.

He opened his mouth, wanting to argue.

But then the sight of his father, Chen Tiannan, enraged beyond belief the night before, flashed through his mind.

“You must do everything you can to befriend Su Yu!”

“Even if it means becoming his lackey!”

Chen Feng swallowed.

Looking at Su Yu’s cold, resolute face, he knew that the other man was absolutely not joking.

He genuinely intended to sell the Formless Calamity Blade for money!

The pain.

It was an unprecedented, soul-crushing pain.

Chen Feng felt as if even his breathing were spasming.

But he had no choice.

Not only was this his father’s absolute order—he could not afford to anger Su Yu.

More importantly, this was a Heaven-tier mental-power technique.

Without the Chen family’s unique insights to accompany it, and without a mountain of resources to support its cultivation, even a peerless genius would find it extremely difficult to master.

The slightest mistake could lead to cultivation deviation and turn the practitioner into a fool.

Even if Su Yu really sold it, whoever bought it would most likely be unable to cultivate it successfully.

With that thought, Chen Feng forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit blood.

He clenched his teeth and nodded heavily.

“You can!”

“Big Brother Su is right. It’s yours, so you can do whatever you want with it!”

“You can sell it!”

Hearing that definite answer, a trace of satisfaction flashed through Su Yu’s eyes.

“Excellent.”

Su Yu patted Chen Feng on the shoulder.

“You’re a reasonable man.”

With that, Su Yu no longer paid any attention to the stunned Chen Feng.

He turned around and strode toward the school gates.

Watching Su Yu’s departing back, Chen Feng’s legs gave way, and he collapsed beside the flower bed.

He covered his face, on the verge of tears.

“What a disaster…”

“If the ancestor finds out that our family’s hereditary technique was taken out and sold, he’ll probably be so furious that he’ll rise from the grave on the spot…”

After leaving Capital Martial University, Su Yu did not take any form of transportation.

He entered a deserted, nameless alley.

After confirming that no one was nearby, the Grandmaster-level Formless Essence Concealment Art within his body burst into operation!

Crack, crack, crack.

His bones let out a series of faint pops.

The contours of his muscles rearranged themselves.

In a matter of seconds, the clean-cut freshman Su Yu had vanished completely.

In his place stood a young man with deep, restrained eyes and a hard, weathered face.

Su Yuan.

He changed into a loose black trench coat.

He made no attempt to conceal the nine million units of dark-gold divine blood within him—an aura comparable to that of a Martial Saint.

A Martial Spirit’s cultivation level was not particularly impressive among the truly powerful. In the black market, it would neither attract too much attention nor be so weak that it failed to deter most of the petty criminals lurking there.

Su Yu stepped out of the alley.

He glanced at the location displayed on his communicator.

The outskirts of the capital.

A lawless zone.

That was where the largest underground black market in all of Great Xia was located: the “Dark Web.”

There was no official oversight.

No moral restraint.

Only naked profit and the law of the jungle.

“The black market.”

A hint of anticipation flashed through Su Yu’s deep eyes.

“I hope it doesn’t disappoint me.”

Whoosh!

Su Yu tapped the ground with his foot.

The Grandmaster-level Thundershadow Starlight Step activated instantly.

His entire body transformed into a blur as he shot toward the outskirts at full speed.

The outskirts of the capital. The lawless zone.

A sprawling series of abandoned air-raid shelters stretched across the area.

This was the entrance to Great Xia’s largest underground black market, the Dark Web.

There were no guards and no security checks upon entering the Dark Web.

Only a deep, dim tunnel descending into the earth.

Su Yu gathered his black trench coat around him and walked inside.

He precisely confined the aura of his Martial Spirit–level vitality to within an inch of his body.

He did not flaunt his strength.

But it was still enough to make the gazes hidden in the darkness, those eyes filled with ill intent, instantly withdraw.

The rule of the black market was that there were no rules.

Strength was the only pass.

At the end of the tunnel, the view suddenly opened up.

A vast underground city appeared before Su Yu.

There was no sunlight—only pale searchlights that never went out.

The air was thick with the smells of machine oil, cheap tobacco, and a faint trace of blood.

The architecture was brutally rough-hewn.

Exposed rebar. Corrugated metal patched together.

The most eye-catching sight was the enormous octagonal arena at the center of the underground city.

Two blood-soaked fighters were locked in a fight to the death atop it.

Every move was aimed at killing.

There was no referee—only the hysterical, fevered roars of the gamblers surrounding the arena.

A death match.

Win, and you took the money. Lose, and you lost your life.

Su Yu glanced at it once before looking away.

His destination was the grand, lavishly decorated building behind the arena, utterly out of place amid the surrounding squalor.

The auction house.

But before heading there, Su Yu decided to browse the nearby stalls.

The odds of finding a hidden bargain were incredibly slim, but what if he happened to come across one?