The night wind howled.
Within the abandoned industrial district, weeds grew wild, and rusted steel machinery cast mottled shadows beneath the moonlight.
Su Yu came to a stop.
He did not continue running. Instead, he turned around and calmly surveyed his surroundings with his deep, crystalline eyes.
Empty.
Utterly silent.
Within a ten-mile radius, there was not a trace of another living person aside from the sound of the wind.
Hoo…
Su Yu slowly exhaled the stale air in his lungs, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
Good.
There wasn’t even a ghost in sight.
It was best not to let anyone witness something like murder. Otherwise, it would only lead to a whole host of unnecessary trouble.
Just as Su Yu had let his guard down—
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three terrifying pillars of blood qi crashed down onto the open ground before him like falling meteors!
The raging shockwaves swept across the area, instantly sending scrap metal and shattered stones flying in every direction.
As the dust settled, Wang Teng, Wang Daoyuan, and Wang Potian—the Wang family’s three generations—surrounded Su Yu in a triangular formation, sealing off every escape route.
Wang Teng still held the tracking compass in his hand.
When he saw that Su Yu had not only stopped running after discovering he was being tracked, but was instead standing there calmly, Wang Teng froze for a moment before breaking into a mocking laugh.
“Kid, you’ve got some nerve!”
Wang Teng looked down at Su Yu, his eyes filled with amusement and cruelty.
“After realizing you were being tracked, you didn’t run toward a crowded area. Instead, you came crawling into this godforsaken ruin?”
“What?”
“Picked out a grave for yourself?”
Su Yu looked at the three members of the Wang family, each of them radiating a shocking killing intent.
His gaze settled on Wang Teng’s face.
“I did.”
Su Yu’s voice was calm and utterly without emotion.
“But it’s for the three of you.”
The moment he said this, the smile on Wang Teng’s face instantly froze.
Wang Daoyuan, meanwhile, was practically laughing from anger.
A mere insect with the blood-qi fluctuations of a Martial Spirit actually dared to spout such nonsense while surrounded by a Martial Emperor and a Martial Venerable?
It was utterly absurd!
“You really don’t know when to quit.”
A cold glint flashed through Wang Daoyuan’s gloomy eyes.
He could not even be bothered to look at Su Yu again. Instead, he turned toward the Wang family patriarch beside him.
“Patriarch, there’s no need to waste words on an ant from the bottom of society.”
“I’ll cripple all four of his limbs and take back the money case.”
Wang Potian’s eyelids drooped slightly, his murky eyes filled with indifference.
“Make it quick.”
“Don’t get blood on my clothes.”
“Yes!”
Wang Daoyuan acknowledged the order.
Boom!
The terrifying blood qi of a Martial Emperor erupted within him!
More than one hundred million units of blood qi transformed into a blood-red giant hand as large as a mountain. Carrying an overwhelming force capable of crushing everything, it descended toward Su Yu’s head!
“Kid, when you’re reincarnated in your next life, remember to keep your eyes open!”
Wang Daoyuan grinned viciously, as though he could already see Su Yu being crushed into a bloody pulp.
However—
In the face of this Martial Emperor strike, powerful enough to leave any Martial King in despair, Su Yu slowly raised his right hand.
Since there was no one around—
There was no need to conceal himself any longer.
Vmmmm—
An extremely pure, utterly deathly gray-black wave of energy erupted from Su Yu’s body!
Nine million strands of Darkgold Divine Blood boiled without restraint at that very moment!
A dark-red spear condensed out of thin air in Su Yu’s palm.
A huge gray-black dragon phantom coiled around the shaft, roaring ferociously!
Soul-Forging Spear Intent!
It took shape in an instant!
Ssssh!
The mountain-sized blood-red hand touched the spearpoint’s edge and instantly melted away like snow beneath the blazing sun.
It did not even last a second before being silently cleaved in two, then completely annihilated in the air!
“What?!”
The vicious grin on Wang Daoyuan’s face instantly solidified, and his pupils contracted to their limit.
His Martial Emperor attack had actually been broken?!
Behind him, Wang Potian’s murky eyes flew open.
“Spear intent?!”
Wang Potian stared fixedly at the dark-red spear coiled by the dragon phantom, his heart shaken to the core.
“Turning the intangible into the tangible… That’s Form-Manifesting Spear Intent?!”
Wang Potian recognized spear intent.
But his vision, limited by the era he had lived through, made it impossible for him to understand what “Soul-Forging” truly meant.
Judging only by its appearance, he could merely mistake it for the exceptionally rare Form-Manifesting realm in the Great Xia Kingdom!
“No wonder you’re so arrogant!”
Wang Potian snorted coldly, the killing intent in his eyes growing even more intense.
“An eighteen-year-old who has comprehended Form-Manifesting Spear Intent truly is a once-in-an-age genius!”
“But!”
“Can mere Form-Manifesting Spear Intent bridge a gap of hundreds of thousands—or even tens of millions—of units of blood qi?!”
“In the face of absolute power, all techniques are futile!”
“Daoyuan, stop playing around!”
“Use your full strength and kill him!”
Wang Potian shouted harshly.
“Understood!”
Wang Daoyuan broke out in a cold sweat.
He did not dare to be careless again. His blood qi, exceeding one hundred million units, boiled completely, and a blood-red saber condensed in his hand. It tore through the air as he viciously brought it down toward Su Yu’s head!
Su Yu watched the blood-red saber descend.
He remained completely unperturbed.
He casually thrust the spear in his hand forward.
There was no flashy technique.
No earth-shaking explosion.
Only an extremely restrained, transparent edge that flashed once at the tip of the spear.
Pfft!
The blood-red saber shattered instantly!
The transparent edge continued forward without slowing, piercing straight through Wang Daoyuan’s brow.
Wang Daoyuan’s movement came to an abrupt halt.
He stared wide-eyed at Su Yu, his eyes filled with incomprehension, absurdity, and fear.
The next second—
Bang!
The dignified Martial Emperor did not even have time to let out a scream before his entire head exploded like a watermelon!
His headless corpse toppled stiffly to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Within the abandoned industrial district, only the night wind’s mournful whine as it passed through the rusted sheets of metal remained.
The expression on Wang Teng’s face had completely frozen.
His mouth hung open as meaningless croaks escaped his throat, while his legs shook violently beyond his control.
He had been killed in one move?
His lofty Martial Emperor father had just been killed instantly with a single strike?!
Wang Potian was stunned as well.
This Martial Venerable monster who had lived for nearly two hundred years now felt only a chill shooting from his coccyx straight to the crown of his head.
A Martial Emperor had been killed with a single thrust!
Was this something a Martial Spirit could do?!
That absolutely was not Form-Manifesting Spear Intent!
This power… this terrifying edge capable of annihilating the soul…
“Who… who are you?!”
Wang Potian’s voice trembled, and deep fear finally appeared in his murky eyes.
He abruptly retreated, rapidly condensing ten billion units of blood qi around his body into layer upon layer of indestructible astral shields!
“Just a passing Martial Spirit.”
Su Yu gripped his spear and took one step forward.
The perfected Thunder Shadow Star Step was activated!
His entire body crossed dozens of meters in an instant, appearing directly before Wang Potian!
“No!!!”
Wang Potian let out a shrill roar as he unleashed all ten billion units of blood qi toward Su Yu without holding anything back!
Su Yu’s gaze remained cold. He raised the spear in his hand and smashed it down with tremendous force!
Soul-Forging Peak—Abyss of Annihilation!
Boom—!!!
The astral shields formed from ten billion units of blood qi were as fragile as a sheet of paper before the Soul-Forging Spear Intent.
They shattered instantly!
The long spear, carrying the power to destroy everything, slammed heavily into Wang Potian’s chest!
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.”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!" "......"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
