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.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
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?!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
