Is Su Yuan Su Yu

Huo Zhenshan sat atop the ruins of the Dark Web’s underground city.

He touched the sunken wound in his chest, deep enough to expose bone.

It hurt badly.

But at this moment, his mind was clearer than it had ever been.

Over and over, he replayed Su Yu’s shot.

That gray-black spear beam.

That annihilating will that seemed to reduce all things to nothingness.

“Eighteen years old…”

Old Huo muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth twitching violently.

He took out a specially designed military communicator, drew a deep breath, and dialed the private line of Feng Wuji, the president of Jingwu.

Beep—beep—

The call connected.

“Old Huo?” Feng Wuji’s voice came through, carrying a trace of confusion and gravity. “Did something happen at the border in the middle of the night? Or is the Abyssal Cult up to some new nonsense?”

“The border’s fine.”

Huo Zhenshan cursed irritably, his voice hoarse with overwhelming excitement.

“It’s your own backyard that just blew up!”

“Old Devil Feng, where the hell did you dig up this immortal?!”

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

“An immortal? What the hell are you babbling about?”

“I’m asking you!” Huo Zhenshan snapped, spraying spittle as he spoke. “Did Jingwu enroll a freshman named Su Yu this year?!”

“Su Yu?”

Feng Wuji frowned slightly.

“There is a kid by that name. The top scorer from Jiang City’s college entrance exams. On his very first day of enrollment, he comprehended manifested spear intent by Weiming Lake.”

“He’s indeed a once-in-a-thousand-years talent.”

“What? Did he cause trouble? Or has the Abyssal Cult set its sights on him?”

“Cause trouble?!”

Huo Zhenshan laughed in fury, his voice suddenly rising several octaves until he was practically shouting.

“That bastard poked a hole straight through the heavens!”

“Feng Wuji, listen carefully!”

“That Su Yu is the mysterious powerhouse from your Jingwu who goes by the alias ‘Su Yuan’!”

“He was right in front of me tonight, in the Dark Web’s underground city!”

“One shot! Just one damn shot!”

“He killed all four Saint-level combatants of the Abyssal Cult!”

“He even shattered the Demon Emperor’s attack—and injured the Demon Emperor himself!”

Silence.

A deathly silence descended on the other end of the line.

A full ten seconds passed.

Only then did Feng Wuji’s voice come through, cold and brimming with suppressed anger.

“Huo Zhenshan, did you forget to take your medicine today?”

“Or did the Demon Emperor damage your brain?”

“An eighteen-year-old killed four Martial Saints with one shot and forced back the Demon Emperor?”

“Do you take me for a three-year-old, or some senile old fool?!”

“Get lost!!!”

Huo Zhenshan completely lost his temper and began cursing into the communicator.

“I saw it with my own eyes!”

“He dispelled his concealment technique right in front of me and showed me his real face!”

“He personally admitted that he was that freshman, Su Yu!”

“Believe it or not, that’s your problem!”

“I’m going to get my injuries treated. Check the files yourself!”

Click!

Huo Zhenshan slammed the communicator down.

…

Jingwu, the president’s office.

Feng Wuji sat behind his broad rosewood desk.

He stared at the communicator that had just been hung up, his brows drawn into a deep knot.

Although Huo Zhenshan had a foul temper and an even fouler mouth, as the Nation-Guarding Martial Saint of Great Xia, he would never joke about intelligence concerning matters of such importance.

Especially not when that intelligence involved the descent of the Abyssal Demon Emperor—a cataclysmic event that shook the entire world.

“Su Yu… Su Yuan?”

Feng Wuji drew a deep breath.

He abruptly rose and strode toward a wall at the back of the office.

He pressed his palm against it.

Click.

The wall slid apart, revealing a top-secret military terminal radiating a cold metallic gleam.

Feng Wuji stood before the terminal.

Pupil scan.

Fingerprint verification.

Vital-energy fluctuation authentication.

“Identity confirmed: Feng Wuji, president of Kyoto Martial Arts University.”

“Clearance level: Top secret, S-rank.”

Feng Wuji’s hands moved rapidly across the virtual keyboard.

“Search classified file: Su Yuan.”

Beep.

Rows of glaring red classified information instantly appeared on the screen.

File created by: Nie Changkong, vice president of Jingwu.

True identity: Su Yu, freshman at Jingwu.

Age: Eighteen.

Cultivation assessment: Martial Spirit peak.

Red warning: Extremely powerful! Currently suspected to possess Martial Saint-level or even Martial Emperor-level combat strength!

Latest achievements:

1. Outskirts of Jingwu: Killed a severely wounded Abyssal Martial Saint despite being a lower realm.

2. To be updated.

Feng Wuji stared blankly at the rows of icy text on the screen.

Even with his century of experience and a state of mind that had long since become as still as an ancient well, his deep eyes were now filled with enormous waves of shock.

He felt as though an invisible hand had seized his heart and was squeezing it with all its might.

“So…”

“It’s all true!”

Feng Wuji sucked in a cold breath.

An eighteen-year-old freshman.

With the terrifying combat strength to instantly kill four Saints and force back the Demon Emperor?!

Was this even a cultivation speed that a human being could achieve?!

What exactly was going on with this kid?!

With trembling hands, Feng Wuji picked up the private line on his desk.

He immediately dialed the number of Vice President Nie Changkong.

At that moment, Nie Changkong was sitting in his own office.

He was staring at the astonishing revenue generated by Su Yuan’s “Soul-Forging” spear-intent online course, grinning from ear to ear.

It had been less than a day.

Yet the online course had already sold a full fifty million copies across the entire internet!

Each copy was priced at one hundred thousand yuan. Even after deducting personal income tax, the net profit credited to Su Yu’s account had reached an astonishing three trillion Dragon Coins!

It was faster than robbing a bank!

Jingwu had struck gold this time.

Beep—beep—

The harsh ringing of the private line shattered Nie Changkong’s fantasies.

He glanced at the caller ID and hurriedly wiped the smile from his face before answering.

“Hello? President?”

“Changkong.” Feng Wuji’s voice was frighteningly low, as though he were suppressing a volcano on the verge of eruption. “Why did you keep Su Yu’s identity from me?”

Nie Changkong’s heart gave a sudden jolt.

Damn it.

The president knew?

He knew that Su Yuan was Su Yu?

Nie Changkong sighed and explained with a bitter smile, “President, you already found out?”

“Of course I did!” Feng Wuji’s voice was thick with suppressed anger and shock. “What were you thinking? How could you not report something this important to me?!”

Nie Changkong helplessly rubbed his brow.

“President, it wasn’t intentional concealment.”

“That kid, Su Yu, is too monstrous. He’s only eighteen, so I wanted him to keep a low profile and develop quietly.”

“Besides, weren’t you the one clamoring to make Su Yuan the head of the spear department?”

“I was afraid that, in your excitement, you’d expose his identity outright.”

“A tree that rises above the forest is bound to be battered by the wind. If we attracted the Abyssal Cult’s frenzied assassinations, Jingwu would become a sinner against all of humanity!”

There was a pause on the other end.

Feng Wuji was stunned for a moment.

“Develop quietly?”

Feng Wuji’s voice suddenly rose several octaves, exploding beside Nie Changkong’s ear like thunder.

It made Nie Changkong’s eardrums ache.

“He killed four Martial Saints with a single shot!”

“He forced back the Demon Emperor with a single shot!”

“You call that developing quietly?!”

“You call a monster with Martial Emperor-level combat strength a freshman who needs to keep a low profile and develop quietly?!”

“Have you ever seen a college freshman play with an Abyssal Demon Saint like it was a balloon, poking holes in it for fun?!”

On the other end of the line, Nie Changkong’s mouth fell open.

His brain instantly crashed.

“W-What?”

Nie Changkong wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

He stared blankly at the online-course earnings displayed on his screen, his voice trembling violently.

“Principal, what did you say?”

“Who was it that killed four Martial Saints with a single thrust?”

“Su Yu! Your precious freshman! That monster going by the alias Su Yuan!” Feng Wuji roared. “Huo Zhenshan just watched him go on a killing spree in the Dark Web Dungeon! He took down four Saints in a single move! He even forced the Demon Emperor back into the Abyss!”

Clatter.

The dedicated phone slipped from Nie Changkong’s hand and landed on the desk.

He sat frozen in his executive chair, as if struck by lightning.

One move?

He had instantly killed four Martial Saints?!

And forced back the Demon Emperor?!

Nie Changkong felt as though his entire worldview was collapsing.

A few days ago, outside the capital’s martial arts university, wasn’t this kid still a Martial Spirit with nine million units of vitality?

No matter how freakish his talent was, it was impossible for him to leap from the Martial Spirit realm to the point where he could instantly kill Martial Saints in just a few days!

This wasn’t crossing a bottleneck.

This was straight-up blowing the bottleneck to smithereens!

Nie Changkong hurriedly picked up the phone again, his voice warped by overwhelming shock.