Make Some Extra Money on the Side

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.