Meanwhile.
At Kyoto Martial Arts University, inside the vice president’s office.
Nie Changkong sat behind the expansive desk, staring at the video file that had just arrived on his computer.
Sender: Su Yu.
Nie Changkong rubbed his brow, feeling his heartbeat begin to quicken.
He hadn’t even opened the file yet, but his mind was already running through guesses about what that kid had sent him this time.
“The first five lessons were all about Soul-Forging Spear Intent.”
“He said that was the next stage…”
Nie Changkong muttered to himself, when an absurd thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
The next stage?
Above Soul-Forging… wouldn’t that be Qi Resonance?
“Impossible.”
Nie Changkong immediately shook his head, forcing the outrageous idea from his mind.
Qi-Resonant Spear Intent?
What kind of international joke was this?
Throughout the entire history of humanity’s martial arts, countless peerless geniuses had emerged, but not a single person had ever truly comprehended Qi-Resonant Spear Intent!
That was a legendary realm capable of resonating with the laws of heaven and earth.
Su Yu was indeed a monster. Reaching Emperor-tier combat strength at eighteen had already shattered all common sense.
But Qi Resonance?
That required far more than talent. It required the accumulation of countless ages of insight into the Great Dao.
“It’s probably some advanced application of Soul-Forging, or another kind of martial insight.”
Nie Changkong offered himself that bit of reassurance.
Just as he moved the mouse, preparing to open the video—
Bang!
The office’s heavy solid-wood door was violently kicked open.
A figure burst inside like a raging gale.
“Nie Changkong!”
“I found it!”
The furious roar was accompanied by a scorching wave of air that exploded through the office.
Nie Changkong frowned and raised his head.
An old man with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes stood before the desk, panting heavily.
Zong Yan.
The Chief Saint-tier Smith of the Tiangong Pavilion!
A national treasure of Great Xia.
“Elder Zong?”
Nie Changkong was stunned for a moment before hurriedly getting to his feet.
“What brings you here? Who did you find?”
Zong Yan slammed both hands onto the desk and leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with blazing excitement.
“That freshman at your school!”
“Su Yu!”
“After going through hell and back, I finally dug up his background!”
Zong Yan was so excited that spit flew from his mouth.
“Nie Changkong, I’ll admit it—your Kyoto Martial Arts University really struck gold this time!”
“An eighteen-year-old freshman who has comprehended Form-Manifesting Spear Intent is certainly a rare genius!”
“But!”
His tone suddenly changed, his face filled with anguish and indignation.
“What good is martial arts?”
“He’s only a Martial Master!”
“No matter how powerful his spear intent is, he’s still just a brawny idiot who knows nothing but fighting and killing!”
“Smithing is his true calling! That’s what matters most!”
Nie Changkong listened in a daze.
A Martial Master?
A brawny idiot?
If you knew that this “Martial Master” had pierced through four Saint-tier experts with a single thrust just yesterday and even forced back a Demon Emperor, you wouldn’t be saying that.
Still, Nie Changkong wanted to help Su Yu keep his identity secret, so he could only forcibly suppress the twitching at the corner of his mouth.
“Elder Zong, please calm down first.”
“What exactly happened? How did Su Yu get involved with smithing?”
Zong Yan drew a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.
He stared at Nie Changkong and spoke each word distinctly.
“He used trash materials at the General-tier level.”
“And forged a Warbreaker-tier battle armor!”
Buzz—
Nie Changkong’s mind went instantly blank.
His pupils contracted to pinpoints.
“What did you say?!”
Nie Changkong lost his composure, his voice cracking.
As a high-ranking military officer and the vice president of Kyoto Martial Arts University, he knew far too well what those words meant!
In the field of smithing, the greatest limitation had always been materials.
Technique came second.
To forge high-tier battle armor, one had to use corresponding high-tier materials capable of withstanding the violent energy of the inscriptions.
That was a physical law!
But now, Zong Yan was telling him that Su Yu had broken that law?
He had used General-tier materials to forge a Warbreaker-tier battle armor?
What did that mean?!
It meant that, as long as there were enough materials, high-tier battle armor could be mass-produced on an assembly line!
The cost would plummet!
The number of Nation-Guarding-tier battle armors available to Great Xia’s military would undergo a qualitative increase!
And even…
The mythical mecha that had remained stuck at the theoretical stage because of the lack of ultimate-grade materials might actually be born in Su Yu’s hands!
“Is this true?!”
Nie Changkong grabbed Zong Yan by the collar, breathing rapidly.
Zong Yan slapped his hand away and glared at him.
“Do you think I came running here to joke around with you?!”
“I saw it with my own eyes!”
“That method of kneading his qi and blood into the materials… it was nothing short of a miracle!”
“Nie Changkong, hand him over immediately!”
“He has to study smithing under me!”
“With his talent and my guidance, he’ll definitely be able to forge a Mythic-tier mecha!”
“We’ll sweep through the Abyss!”
Nie Changkong drew a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
His heart was churning wildly.
That kid…
Not only did he possess Emperor-tier combat strength, but his smithing technique was also this heaven-defying?
Was he even human?
“I’ll contact him right away!”
Nie Changkong pulled out his phone, preparing to call Su Yu back.
Forging a Mythic-tier mecha was a matter of vital importance to the survival of humanity!
But the moment he unlocked his phone, his hand froze.
Wait.
Su Yu had boarded Huo Zhenshan’s aircraft first thing that morning and gone to the Ten Thousand Mountains to inherit that money-printing machine.
He had only just left!
Calling him back now?
That didn’t seem quite right.
“Elder Zong, don’t be in such a hurry.”
Nie Changkong put his phone away and coughed twice.
“Su Yu went on a mission today. He isn’t at the university.”
“When he gets back, I’ll contact him immediately!”
Zong Yan’s brows drew tightly together, clearly extremely dissatisfied.
“A mission? What mission could possibly be more important than forging a Mythic-tier mecha?!”
“You martial artists just can’t tell what actually matters!”
Just then, Nie Changkong’s gaze suddenly landed on the unopened video file on the computer screen.
A spark of inspiration flashed through his mind.
Could it be…
Su Yu knew Zong Yan would come looking for him, so he had specially recorded an online course covering an ultimate smithing technique?
Given that kid’s personality, it was entirely possible!
A smithing technique capable of breaking through the limitations of materials!
If that were posted online, it would drive every smith in Great Xia completely insane!
It would be worth an astronomical sum!
“Elder Zong.”
Nie Changkong’s eyes lit up as he pointed at the computer screen.
“I have something good here.”
“Su Yu just sent it to me.”
“It might be the ultimate smithing technique you were talking about!”
Zong Yan’s eyes instantly widened, and his breathing grew rapid.
“Really?!”
“Quick! Open it!”
“Let me see what kind of heaven-defying theory this kid has come up with!”
Nie Changkong didn’t hesitate. He clicked the play button.
The video began.
The screen lit up.
However—
The scene that appeared was not a scorching-hot smithy.
It was the familiar training room in the freshman dormitory.
A young man in casual clothes sat quietly before the camera.
His face was completely unmasked.
It was none other than Su Yu’s real face—slightly youthful, yet marked by an endless weariness of the world.
Nie Changkong was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly understood.
“True enough.”
“With this kid’s current strength—strong enough to instantly kill a Martial Saint—what the hell does he need to hide for?”
“He can go anywhere under heaven.”
Zong Yan, meanwhile, stared fixedly at the screen, muttering under his breath.
“Why isn’t there even a forge?”
“Is he planning to talk about pure theory?”
On the video.
Su Yu began to speak.
His voice was calm and utterly devoid of fluctuation.
“Hello, everyone. I’m Su Yuan—and I’m also Su Yu.”
“The first five lessons covered Soul Forging.”
“Today, we’ll discuss something deeper.”
“Qi Resonance.”
The moment those two words were spoken,
the entire office fell into deathly silence.
Nie Changkong’s expression froze on the spot.
Qi Resonance?
The Spear Intent of Qi Resonance?
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