Zong Yan’s eyes widened as well, his face blank with bewilderment.
Su Yuan? Who was Su Yuan?
The name sounded vaguely familiar.
Qi Resonance?
What Qi Resonance?
Wasn’t this supposed to be a forging class?
In the video, Su Yu gave them no time to react.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Then he clenched it in midair.
Buzz—!
A dark-red spear condensed in his palm.
There was no violent eruption of qi and blood.
No terrifying pressure leaked out.
Su Yu simply gripped the spear and slowly, casually, thrust it forward.
It was this seemingly ordinary thrust that pierced through the cold screen and instantly shattered the psychological defenses of the two old men in the office!
Boom!
Nie Changkong felt a roar explode inside his head.
He saw it!
Wherever the spearpoint passed in the video, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to respond to some supreme summons.
The laws of space visibly twisted, producing an astonishing resonance with the spear’s edge!
It was an exalted perspective that looked down upon all living beings from a position high above.
It was a powerful spear intent so overwhelming that it made one instinctively want to bow down in worship.
“Q-Qi Resonance?!”
Nie Changkong stumbled backward two steps, knocking over the chair behind him.
He pointed at the screen, his finger trembling violently.
“It really is Qi Resonance!!!”
“He actually comprehended Qi Resonance Spear Intent!!!”
“My god…”
Nie Changkong felt his scalp go numb, and even his soul trembled.
In all of human history, no one had ever comprehended Qi Resonance!
It was a realm that existed only in legends!
And Su Yu, an eighteen-year-old freshman, had casually displayed it during an online class?!
Beside him, Zong Yan was completely dumbstruck as well.
His jaw hung open, and for a long while he couldn’t close it.
Although he was a Saint-level forging master, his martial talent was mediocre. He had relied entirely on resources to reach the Martial Saint realm, and his combat strength was at the bottom of the Saint level.
But his vision was absolutely top-tier!
He could clearly sense the terrifying profundity contained within that spear intent.
“What the hell is going on?!”
Zong Yan clutched at his hair, his entire worldview collapsing.
“Isn’t he a forging master?!”
“Why is his martial cultivation so freakish too?!”
“This kind of martial will… damn it, is that Qi Resonance?!”
Zong Yan felt as though he was going insane.
He clearly remembered the scene of Su Yu forging the Pojun Battle Armor yesterday.
That steady-as-a-mountain technique, that flawless rhythm—it was as if he had been forging weapons since the moment he was born!
It required a lifetime of absolute concentration to achieve that.
But now?
This kid was telling him that his attainments in martial cultivation had also reached the pinnacle of human history?!
More precisely, he had surpassed the pinnacle!!
“Is this even possible?!”
Zong Yan roared, his eyes bloodshot.
“Forging and martial cultivation—human energy is limited! Aren’t you supposed to choose only one?!”
“Where did he find the time to cultivate both?!”
“Did he start training in his previous life?!”
Nie Changkong swallowed dryly.
He looked at Zong Yan and gave a bitter laugh.
“Elder Zong…”
“I think we both underestimated him.”
“He isn’t a genius.”
“He’s a god.”
Nie Changkong stopped hesitating.
His fingers trembled as he operated the mouse.
Upload!
This Qi Resonance online course had to be published immediately!
It would be a supreme holy treasure capable of driving every martial artist in the Great Xia Kingdom completely insane!
…
At the same time.
The southwestern frontier.
The Ten Thousand Mountains.
This was a primeval mountain range completely shrouded in dense miasma.
Ferocious beasts roamed everywhere, and danger lurked at every turn.
Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains stretched a colossal spatial rift hundreds of miles long.
It resembled a hideous scar, brutally tearing the sky apart.
Its codename was Ghost Gate.
Beyond the rift lay an endless abyss.
At that very moment, deep within the abyss on the other side of the Ghost Gate rift—
A land of utter silence.
The bones of countless abyssal creatures were piled into mountains.
At the center of the mountain of bones sat a terrifying figure, cross-legged, his entire body wreathed in dark-purple demonic flames.
The Demon Saint, Mo Yan!
He had been lying dormant here for a full three hundred years.
Constantly devouring the essence of his own kind.
Constantly compressing his qi and blood.
Today, the dark-purple demonic flames around him suddenly began to contract violently!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of a heartbeat like rolling thunder echoed through the abyss.
With every beat, the surrounding space shattered inch by inch.
“Uaaaargh!!!”
Mo Yan let out a painful yet frenzied roar.
His body began to swell wildly.
Ten zhang!
A hundred zhang!
A thousand zhang!
The dark-purple demonic flames transformed into tangible laws of destruction, winding around his enormous body.
Crack!
It was as though some invisible shackle had been snapped apart.
A terrifying pillar of qi and blood shot into the sky, ripping through the dark clouds of the abyss!
More than ten billion units of qi and blood!
Emperor level!
“Hahahaha!!!”
Mo Yan opened his eyes, which were like two burning purple suns.
“Three hundred years!”
“After three hundred years, I have finally broken through the shackles today!”
“I have become a Demon Emperor!!!”
His voice, filled with supreme majesty, rolled across the abyss.
All the low-level abyssal creatures within tens of thousands of miles prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling in fear.
Demon Emperor Mo Yan slowly rose to his feet.
He turned his enormous head toward the spatial rift.
Through the distorted spatial currents, he could vaguely see the human world on the other side.
The Ten Thousand Mountains.
And the human military stronghold stationed outside the rift—the Pojun Camp!
“A newly ascended Demon Emperor needs a blood sacrifice to stabilize his origin.”
Demon Emperor Mo Yan licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with cruel, bloodthirsty light.
“Those humans over there…”
“You will serve as the stepping stones for my coronation!”
“Today!”
“I will use you to begin my reign!”
“To establish my name as Demon Emperor!!!”
Boom!
Demon Emperor Mo Yan took one step forward.
His enormous body transformed into a purple meteor and slammed violently toward the Ghost Gate rift!
Under his Emperor-level pressure, the spatial barrier began to twist and tremble violently.
A calamity was about to descend!
…
As for Su Yu—
The fighter jet landed at the classified base deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The commander of the Pojun Camp, Lin Xiao, a peak Martial King whose qi and blood exceeded ten million, had already brought a group of elite officers to wait on the tarmac.
Lin Xiao was powerfully built, with a savage scar across his face that radiated an aura of iron-blooded slaughter.
But at that moment, the look in his eyes as he gazed at Huo Zhenshan was filled with awe.
“Elder Huo!”
Lin Xiao gave an impeccably formal military salute.
Then his gaze fell upon Su Yu, standing beside Huo Zhenshan, and a trace of confusion flashed through his eyes.
So this was the new owner of the money-printing factory whom his superiors had mentioned?
Why was he such a young kid?
But he didn’t dare ask any questions. A soldier’s foremost duty was obedience.
“Lin Xiao, lead the way.”
Huo Zhenshan waved his hand, without bothering with any pleasantries.
“Take this kid to see his property first. Then I’ll go reinforce the formation.”
“Yes, sir!”
Lin Xiao turned around and led the two of them toward the depths of the base.
They passed through layer after layer of heavily fortified alloy doors and defensive formations.
A deep, heavy rumble echoed through the underground space like muffled thunder.
The money-printing factory.
They had arrived.
What appeared before Su Yu was an enormous underground factory.
Countless heavy machines radiating a cold metallic sheen were operating at full power.
On the conveyor belts, stacks of brand-new Dragon Coins emitting peculiar fluctuations of spiritual energy were being produced in a steady stream.
These were genuine high-grade Dragon Coins, each one containing extremely intricate anti-counterfeiting formations.
“This is the banknote printing facility.”
Huo Zhenshan pointed to the bustling production lines below, a hint of pride in his voice.
“All of the highest-grade currency in the Great Xia Kingdom is printed here.”
“When operating at full capacity, its output is astonishing.”
As Su Yu looked at the banknotes moving along the production lines, an intense eagerness surfaced in his eyes.
Money!
Every single one of these represented real deduction years!
“How much can you print in a day?”
Su Yu turned around and asked bluntly.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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!" "......"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
