“Just enrolled, so he’s eighteen at most, right?!”
Huo Zhenshan pointed at Su Yu’s nose, his finger trembling violently.
“Eighteen?!”
“An eighteen-year-old brat!”
“He managed to pin someone like me—a battle-hardened Martial Saint over eighty years old and a Guardian Martial Saint of the nation—to the ground in terms of combat power and rub my face in it?!”
“One shot, and he killed four Saints?!”
“Do you think that’s possible?!”
“Huh?!”
“Do you think that makes any damn sense?!”
Huo Zhenshan’s chest heaved with rage.
He felt that Su Yu was insulting his intelligence.
The combat power of a Martial Emperor at eighteen?
That wasn’t genius anymore. That was the Creator God descending to the mortal realm!
“You little punk!”
Huo Zhenshan glared at Su Yu through clenched teeth.
“You’re definitely using some disguise technique even more advanced than the Myriad Forms Concealment Art!”
“You deliberately took on the appearance of an eighteen-year-old to toy with this old man!”
“Cut the crap!”
“Even if I can’t see through your concealment, I’m not blind!”
“If you don’t want to reveal your true identity, then forget it!”
“But why come up with such an absurd lie and insult me with it?!”
Seeing Huo Zhenshan’s furious expression—his disbelief so absolute that he clearly felt he had been made a fool of—Su Yu helplessly spread his hands.
“This is my real appearance.”
“Whether you believe it or not, that’s the truth.”
These days, no one believed you even when you told the truth.
Su Yu couldn’t be bothered to waste his breath explaining further.
He had already laid his cards on the table. Whether Huo Zhenshan believed him was his own problem.
Huo Zhenshan snorted and turned his head away.
Clearly, he had decided that Su Yu was lying.
“Enough, enough!”
“I don’t care which old monster you are, rejuvenated into a younger body.”
“And I don’t care how many trump cards you’re hiding.”
Huo Zhenshan took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the frustration in his heart.
With some difficulty, he pulled a military communicator from his robes and pressed the emergency call button.
“Tonight’s incident was too serious.”
“The underground city of the Dark Web has been destroyed, and the Abyssal Demon Emperor descended.”
“We have to get the military here immediately to take control of the scene and seal off the news.”
As he contacted military headquarters, Huo Zhenshan turned to look at Su Yu.
“Oh, right.”
“Weren’t you asking for money before?”
“The banknote printing plant and mine I promised you have already been approved by military headquarters overnight.”
The moment Su Yu heard the words “banknote printing plant,” his eyes lit up.
Money!
A limitless ATM for cultivation!
“It’s been approved?” Su Yu raised an eyebrow.
“Mm.”
Huo Zhenshan nodded, his expression growing solemn.
“But I should give you a heads-up first.”
“That banknote printing plant is in a somewhat unusual location.”
“It was built deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains along the southwestern border. The area has a unique geomagnetic environment, which was originally intended to be used to print the anti-counterfeiting formations on high-grade Dragon Coins.”
“However…”
Huo Zhenshan paused, his tone turning grave.
“There’s an extremely unstable abyssal rift deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains.”
“That place is constantly plagued by abyssal energy. Mutated ferocious beasts and abyssal demons appear there all the time.”
“Although military headquarters has stationed a large force there, that rift is extremely strange. From time to time, high-level monsters emerge that even the commanders of the garrison can’t handle. As a result, casualties have remained high, and military headquarters often has to temporarily send Martial Saints over to put out the fires.”
Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu seriously.
“Now that the banknote printing plant has been transferred into your name…”
“Don’t worry. The elite troops already stationed there will remain in place. They’ll continue handling your daily security and the operation of the facility. The state will still cover the military expenses. We absolutely won’t leave you as a figurehead commander with no one under you.”
“However, it is your property now, after all.”
“In other words…”
“If another high-level abyssal beast appears that the garrison can’t handle, or if the demons launch a major assault, you—the big boss—may have to personally step in and keep the situation under control.”
“I’m heading there tomorrow to hand over command of the defenses and reinforce the formations.”
“Do you want to come with me and take a look at your new territory?”
Personally stepping in to handle major problems?
Su Yu rubbed his chin.
The elite military force would take care of all the daily chores for free, allowing him to sit back and collect the profits. He would only need to act when some powerful monster appeared.
For the endless stream of banknotes the plant could generate, that hardly counted as a problem.
Besides, high-level abyssal demons appeared there?
That was even better!
Killing abyssal demons not only yielded valuable demon cores, but also gave him a chance to stretch his muscles.
It was practically the perfect location for passive money-making and active monster farming.
Two birds with one stone.
“I’m going,” Su Yu said, nodding without hesitation.
“Of course I’m going.”
“It’s my factory. I’ll keep an eye on it myself.”
Hearing Su Yu agree, Huo Zhenshan let out a long sigh of relief.
In truth, the senior officers at military headquarters had thought long and hard before assigning the banknote printing plant near the abyssal rift to Su Yu.
On the one hand, it was meant to satisfy the demands of this peerless powerhouse.
On the other, they wanted to use this terrifying God of Slaughter to suppress the abyssal disturbances along the southwestern border.
Judging from the current situation, the plan had worked perfectly.
“Good!”
Huo Zhenshan nodded.
“Tomorrow morning at eight, I’ll send a military aircraft to Jingwu to pick you up!”
“You brat…”
Huo Zhenshan looked at Su Yu’s youthful face and still couldn’t stop himself from curling his lips.
“Remember to get rid of that deceptive face of yours!”
“Just looking at it makes me angry!”
Su Yu was speechless.
Fine.
As long as you’re happy.
Not long afterward.
The sky resounded with the concentrated roar of fighter jets.
A large force of fully armed soldiers from military headquarters descended like divine troops, quickly taking control of the underground city of the Dark Web, which had been reduced to ruins.
They sealed off the scene, cleared away the bodies, and comforted the survivors.
Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion.
Su Yu didn’t linger.
After saying goodbye to Huo Zhenshan, he blurred into motion and vanished into the vast night.
His destination was Jingwu University.
The night wind was cool.
Su Yu raced through the air at incredible speed.
The Martial Emperor–level qi and blood surging through his body allowed him to fly effortlessly without relying on any external force.
Feeling the staggering 140 trillion coins in his storage ring, Su Yu’s heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.
“140 trillion…”
“I wonder how far that’ll push my qi and blood.”
“The fourth compression should be guaranteed, right?”
“And then there’s the spear intent that has already touched the ‘Qi Resonance’ realm.”
A look of anticipation flickered in Su Yu’s deep eyes.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
With 140 trillion piled into his cultivation, he would push his combat power to an unprecedented and terrifying peak!
The Abyssal Demon Emperor?
Once he finished his seclusion, he would spear every last one of them straight through!
Whoosh!
Su Yu transformed into a streak of black light and vanished into the distant edge of the night.
The night wind howled, stirring up the scorched earth and bloody stench that filled the air.
A large force of military elites had already taken control of the scene. Heavy machinery rumbled low as it methodically cleared away the wreckage.
Huo Zhenshan sat on a fragment of a collapsed wall.
He allowed a military medic to treat the collapsed wound in his chest—deep enough to expose bone—with a high-grade healing spray.
He didn’t cry out in pain.
He simply stared blankly at the night sky, as though he still hadn’t recovered from the battle that had just shattered his understanding of the world.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
