A crystal the size of a fist, jet-black from top to bottom, radiating a heart-stopping fluctuation.
He slammed it directly onto the deep-sea meteorite-iron table before him.
Bang!
A dull thud rang out.
The instant the crystal appeared, the temperature inside the private room plummeted to the freezing point.
An aura of abyssal origin swept through the entire room like a hurricane.
It was incredibly pure and violently berserk, yet somehow contained traces of the laws of heaven and earth.
The smile on Ji Wuyue's face froze completely.
She shot to her feet.
The leather sofa beneath her was shoved backward by half a meter from the force of her abrupt movement.
Her alluring, almond-shaped eyes were filled with unprecedented shock and terror.
She stared fixedly at the black crystal on the table.
Even her breathing had stopped.
"This..."
Ji Wuyue's voice trembled violently.
She did not even bother maintaining the composure expected of someone in her position. She immediately leaned across the table, bringing her face to within ten centimeters of the demonic core.
She examined it carefully.
She could feel the terrifying fluctuation that was powerful enough to make even her soul tremble.
A full two minutes passed.
Only then did Ji Wuyue straighten up abruptly.
She gasped for breath!
Her pale, strikingly beautiful face was already covered in a fine sheen of cold sweat.
It was real!
A genuine Demonic Saint-grade core!
Ji Wuyue felt as though her heart were spasming.
This was an ultimate resource capable of saving a martial artist a hundred years of arduous cultivation!
One had to understand that a martial artist's lifespan was limited.
Even those lofty Martial Emperor experts could live for only a little over a thousand years at most.
A hundred years of time was an invaluable treasure beyond all monetary measure to any high-level martial artist trapped at a bottleneck with their lifespan nearing its end.
With this demonic core,
one could forcibly extend one's path in martial arts!
Its value was simply outrageous!
"Gulp."
Ji Wuyue swallowed with difficulty.
When she looked at Su Yu again, her gaze had changed completely.
The disdain and probing from before were gone.
All that remained was deep awe.
Anyone who could casually produce a treasure of this level was absolutely not someone a Dark Web branch leader like her could afford to provoke!
"Honored guest!"
Ji Wuyue took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the storm raging in her heart.
Her tone became more respectful than ever.
"We, the Dark Web, will accept this demonic core!"
"If you are willing to consign it to us for auction, the Dark Web will waive all of your fees!"
"Furthermore, we will mobilize every channel at our disposal to build momentum for the auction!"
"I guarantee that it will fetch an astronomical price that satisfies you!"
Su Yu leaned back against the sofa, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.
No fees?
That was quite good. It would save him a considerable sum of money.
"Very well."
Su Yu nodded.
"When are you planning to hold the auction?" Ji Wuyue asked impatiently.
"Tomorrow."
Su Yu's reply was crisp and decisive.
"I'll come back at the same time tomorrow."
With that, Su Yu turned his wrist and stored the Demonic Saint-grade core back inside his storage ring.
The demonic core vanished.
The suffocating abyssal pressure filling the private room dissipated with it.
Ji Wuyue let out a long breath of relief.
"Good!"
"It's a deal!"
"Tomorrow, the Dark Web will hold a private auction of the highest caliber especially for you!"
Su Yu said nothing more.
He rose to his feet and tugged at the collar of his black trench coat.
Then he strode out of the Number One Heavenly Suite.
...
A few minutes later.
Su Yu emerged from the deep, dim tunnel leading out of the Darknet Underground City.
He arrived in the wilderness on the outskirts of Kyoto.
The night wind was faintly chill.
Other than a few shrill insect cries, the surroundings were deathly silent.
Su Yu stopped walking.
His deep, clear eyes narrowed slightly.
In that instant, the spiritual power of a Martial King spread soundlessly in every direction like invisible ripples.
Interesting.
A cold curve lifted at the corner of Su Yu’s lips.
The moment he had stepped out of the Darknet’s entrance—
he had clearly sensed several exceptionally well-hidden gazes, brimming with greed and murderous intent, locking onto his back.
And—
the dozens of alloy briefcases stuffed with cash inside his storage ring were giving off faint traces of an extremely subtle formation-pattern fluctuation, echoing those watchful gazes.
A tracker?
Su Yu didn’t need to think hard to figure it out.
It had to be that sucker from the auction who had paid two hundred billion for his cultivation technique and spiritual medicine.
Planning to rob him after the deal?
Trying to take back the money they had spent?
Su Yu did not stop.
Nor did he erase the tracking formation patterns.
Instead, he pretended not to notice anything and calmly headed toward an even more remote abandoned industrial district.
A little extra cash.
Might as well take it while he was at it.
...
Meanwhile.
On a hidden hill several kilometers away from Su Yu—
three figures emanating terrifying surges of blood and vitality stood in the darkness.
The young man at their head was Wang Teng, the eldest son of the Wang family in Magic City.
At that moment, he held an incredibly sophisticated compass-like device in his hand.
A red dot on its display was moving slowly.
“Found him!”
Wang Teng’s eyes erupted with wild delight and greed.
“The cash cases on that kid have our Wang family’s specially made parent-child tracking formation patterns!”
“He can’t get away!”
Standing beside Wang Teng was a stern, sinister-looking middle-aged man whose presence carried unquestionable authority.
The current patriarch of the Wang family in Magic City.
A Martial Emperor expert—Wang Daoyuan!
Behind the two of them stood a gray-robed old man, gaunt as a skeleton, as though a gust of wind might scatter him away at any moment.
The Wang family patriarch.
A genuine Martial Venerable expert—Wang Potian!
To ensure that they obtained the *Formless Calamity Blade* without fail, the Wang family had mobilized practically everyone they had!
“Did you get a clear read on his cultivation level?”
Wang Daoyuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his voice cold and merciless.
“I did!”
Wang Teng trembled with excitement as he pointed at the data on the device.
“Dad! Patriarch!”
“You’ll never believe this!”
“That guy in the Number One Heavenly Suite—the one who sold a Heaven-rank cultivation technique and walked away with our two hundred billion in cash—”
“he’s only a Martial Spirit!”
What?!
Wang Daoyuan and Wang Potian were both stunned.
A Martial Spirit?!
What difference was there between a Martial Spirit and the low- to mid-level martial artists found everywhere on the street?!
More importantly—
that Martial Spirit was carrying not only the two hundred billion in cash their Wang family had just paid him!
He might even be carrying other peerless treasures that he had yet to put up for sale!
What the hell was this guy?!
This was practically a peerless fat sheep—so rich it was dripping oil, and completely incapable of fighting back!
“HAHAHAHA!”
Wang Teng threw back his head and laughed, his voice brimming with cruelty and delight.
“Heaven truly favors me!”
“I was just regretting those two hundred billion!”
“Who would’ve thought this kid is some clueless idiot with no powerful backer protecting him!”
“He actually dared to wander outside the black market alone with two hundred billion in cash!”
“If we don’t rob him, wouldn’t that be a waste?”
Wang Teng licked his lips, his eyes exceptionally savage.
“It would practically disgrace the Wang family’s notorious reputation for evil deeds in Shanghai!”
Wang Daoyuan sneered as well.
“A Martial Spirit?”
“He really doesn’t know the meaning of death.”
“In this world, possessing vast wealth without the strength to protect it is a sin in itself!”
The Wang family patriarch, Wang Potian, who had remained silent until now, slowly opened his cloudy eyes.
A trace of disdain and cruelty flickered in their depths.
“End this quickly.”
Wang Potian’s voice was hoarse, carrying the cold indifference of someone who regarded human life as worthless.
“Killing a Martial Spirit is no different from crushing an ant.”
“Get the money back.”
“And while you’re at it, see what other good things he has on him.”
“Yes, Patriarch!”
Wang Teng and Wang Daoyuan answered in unison.
Boom!
Three terrifying pillars of blood-red energy shot into the sky!
Martial Venerable! Martial Emperor!
The berserk pressure instantly ground the surrounding trees into dust!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The three figures turned into streaks of light.
Following the instrument’s guidance, like starving wolves that had caught the scent of blood, they charged madly in pursuit of Su Yu.
The hunt—
had begun beneath the silent night sky.
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
