Crack!
The bone-shattering sound was enough to make one’s teeth ache.
Wang Potian’s chest instantly caved inward, forming a terrifying crater. His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, blood spraying from his mouth!
He crashed heavily into an abandoned machine tool, smashing the several-ton steel machine into pieces!
The Martial Venerable was dead!
It had taken only two moves.
One Martial Emperor and one Martial Venerable.
The two pillars supporting the Wang family of the Demon Capital had been completely wiped out!
Su Yu withdrew his spear and turned around.
His gaze fell upon the only person still standing in the entire area—Wang Teng.
Plop.
Wang Teng’s legs went weak, and he dropped directly to his knees.
A foul-smelling yellow liquid flowed down his pant legs.
He was completely dumbfounded.
His mind had gone blank.
Fear—an unprecedented terror—seized his heart like an invisible hand clenching it in its grip.
“Don’t… don’t kill me…”
Wang Teng burst into tears and frantically knocked his head against the ground until his forehead was bloody and mangled.
“I don’t want the money anymore! I don’t want the cultivation technique either!”
“Please, just treat me like a fart and let me go!”
“I’m the Wang family’s eldest young master! I can give you a lot of money! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you!”
Su Yu walked up to Wang Teng.
He looked down at the wealthy young master who had been acting so arrogantly only moments ago.
Without saying a word, Su Yu raised his right foot and planted it on Wang Teng’s neck.
Crack.
His cervical vertebrae shattered.
Wang Teng’s pleas stopped abruptly, and he lost all signs of life.
Clean and decisive.
Cutting out the roots to prevent future trouble.
Su Yu withdrew his foot, then walked over to the bodies of Wang Potian and Wang Daoyuan and began searching them with practiced ease.
Soon, two ancient-looking storage rings fell into his hands.
He forcibly erased the spiritual imprints on the rings with his mental power and probed inside.
The harvest was astonishingly rich!
Aside from two sets of Pojun-grade battle armor and various pills and resources, Su Yu found two hundred billion Dragon Coins in Wang Daoyuan’s ring.
And inside Wang Potian’s ring…
Stacks upon stacks of neatly arranged Dragon Coins radiated the intense fluctuations of primordial magnetic star crystals, nearly blinding Su Yu.
More than six hundred and sixty billion!
Together, they amounted to over eight hundred and sixty billion Dragon Coins in cash!
Su Yu’s breathing instantly grew heavy.
A Martial Venerable expert was usually the foundation that kept an entire family stable.
As the Wang family patriarch, it was perfectly normal for Wang Potian to carry most of the family’s liquid assets in his storage ring.
After all, for high-level martial artists, keeping their wealth on their person was the safest option.
Who could have imagined that this Wang family patriarch would fall at the hands of a Martial Spirit?
This was a massive windfall!
Adding his own two hundred billion to the eight hundred and sixty billion he had just obtained…
That made a total of over one trillion and sixty billion Dragon Coins!
Su Yu’s heart pounded violently.
“Excellent.”
Su Yu transferred all the money and resources into his own storage ring.
Then, the dark-gold divine blood within his body suddenly trembled.
A terrifying force reduced the three generations of the Wang family—grandfather, father, and grandson—to clouds of blood that scattered on the wind.
The destruction of the corpses was flawless.
After finishing everything, Su Yu did not linger in the abandoned industrial district.
With a flash, he disappeared into the boundless night and sped toward the Kyoto Martial Arts University.
The night was deep and silent.
Su Yu returned to the special freshman dormitory at Kyoto Martial Arts University.
After closing the door, he quickly entered the underground cultivation chamber and sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion.
His deep, transparent eyes shimmered with barely concealed excitement.
One trillion and sixty billion Dragon Coins!
This was the largest fortune he had possessed since transmigrating into this world.
Without the slightest hesitation, he said, “System.”
“Recharge one trillion!”
Ding!
[One trillion Dragon Coins in available funds detected. Converting them into usable cultivation.]
[Conversion complete.]
[Current available cultivation: one trillion years.]
Hearing the cold mechanical voice in his mind, Su Yu drew a deep breath.
After the first three rounds of extreme compression, the quality of his blood qi had already reached an absurd level.
The density of his dark-gold divine blood was comparable to that of a neutron star!
This had also caused his current conversion ratio to reach a horrifying level.
Ten thousand years!
It took a full ten thousand years of painstaking cultivation to temper a single point of blood qi!
For an ordinary martial artist, this would be an utterly despairing rate of cultivation.
But…
He had money!
“Inject it all into my blood qi!”
Boom!
One trillion years of cultivation experience exploded within the system’s deduction space!
Su Yu closed his eyes.
His consciousness was pulled directly into that endless river of time.
Ten thousand years.
One hundred thousand years.
One million years.
One hundred million years…
Time completely lost its meaning here.
There was no alternation between day and night, no cycle of the seasons.
There was only dull, mechanical, yet exceptionally pure tempering of his blood qi!
Again and again, he circulated his blood qi, repeatedly challenging the limits of his physical body.
Dark-gold divine blood surged through his veins, roaring like thunder.
When the long ages amounting to one trillion years had finally run their course—
Whoosh!
Su Yu suddenly opened his eyes!
Two beams of solid-looking dark-gold divine light shot from his deep eyes.
They pierced straight through the hard alloy wall of the cultivation chamber, leaving behind two bottomless holes!
One hundred million!
His foundational blood-qi value had soared directly to one hundred million points!
The Martial Emperor realm!
But this was absolutely no ordinary Martial Emperor!
After three rounds of extreme compression, the destructive power contained within his one hundred million points of dark-gold divine blood was actually equivalent to one trillion points of ordinary blood qi!
One trillion!
What did that represent?
According to the officially recognized realm divisions of the Great Xia Nation, anyone whose blood qi exceeded ten billion could be conferred the title of Martial Saint.
The threshold for the Martial Emperor realm was one trillion points of blood qi!
In terms of blood-qi output alone, Su Yu’s combat strength had already firmly crossed the threshold of the Martial Emperor realm!
Not to mention that his blood qi had been compressed three times, making his physical body extraordinarily monstrous.
Huff—
Su Yu slowly exhaled a stream of scorching air.
The air warped instantly from the intense heat and let out a strained, shrill whine.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Then he lightly clenched his fist.
Crack, crack, crack!
A scalp-numbing sound of fractures rang out.
Within his palm, the surrounding space actually began to show faint, hairline-black cracks!
His strength was simply too great!
So great that even the spatial laws of this world were having difficulty withstanding the terrifying pressure exerted by his physical body!
Even if an ordinary Martial Emperor were to appear before him now, they would probably be blasted apart by a single punch from Su Yu!
“It’s still not enough.”
Su Yu unclenched his hand and allowed the cracks in his palm to slowly heal.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
After one trillion years of accumulation and comprehension, he had keenly sensed that the dark-gold divine blood within his body had not yet reached its true limit.
It could undergo a fourth compression!
Once the fourth compression succeeded, the quality of his blood qi would undergo another inconceivable transformation!
What was more, his spear intent, which had reached the peak of the Soul-Forging realm, had also faintly touched the threshold of the next realm during those one trillion years of time—Qi Resonance.
If he wanted to break through to the realm above the Martial Emperor realm…
If he wanted to push everything to the absolute limit…
He needed money!
An astronomical amount of money!
One trillion was nowhere near enough!
Su Yu gathered his thoughts.
His gaze fell upon the system panel and the more than sixty billion Dragon Coins remaining in his balance.
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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.”
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!" "......"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
