“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.
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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?!
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?!
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!" "......"
