One million yuan — is that a lot?
It is.
For an orphan who has to penny-pinch even on synthetic starch meat, it’s a fortune that could knock anyone out cold.
But Su Yu’s hand, hovering midair, steadily pulled back.
He lowered his head, his gaze deep. The abacus in his mind was clicking at a frantic speed.
One yuan, one year of cultivation.
Combining his WeChat balance with the loose change in his pockets, he had exactly 328 yuan and 50 cents.
Converted — that was 328 years of cultivation!
His talent was so rotten it might as well be in the sewer. Training hard on his own for a whole year only added 0.1 to his Vitality stat.
But three hundred years?
Three hundred times 0.1 — a full 30 Vitality points!
The max score for the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam was only 10 points.
The pocket change he had, not even enough for a proper meal, could now let him grind every martial arts prodigy in Jiangcheng into the dirt.
Since he could actually ace the exam now, why sell?
A million bucks versus a spot in a top-tier martial arts university — which was worth more?
Even hesitating for a second would be an insult to this high-martial world.
In a world ruled by giant beasts, the truly core resources were absolutely monopolized. The government, the military, the top noble families — they held the path of advancement in an iron grip.
What did a martial arts university offer?
Free access to gravity chambers! Spirit Energy rooms that the public never got to see! Advanced cultivation techniques refined by generations of grandmasters! One-on-one coaching from famous instructors!
If even one of these leaked onto the black market, forget a million — tens of millions, and countless people would fight to the death for it.
Why was Zhao Ze’s family willing to spend a million on this spot?
Because they knew better than anyone that the actual value of this slot was ten times, a hundred times greater than a million.
What’s more, martial artists were a privileged class.
Graduate from a top martial arts university, and you were directly commissioned as an officer or entered the upper echelons of government.
You got tax exemptions.
You got a legal license to slay giant beasts.
In this perilous era, that was a pardon from death that money alone could never buy.
Even if he didn’t covet those privileges, the martial arts university was his most urgent need right now — a shield.
If he took the million today, gave up on the exam, and then suddenly showed the power of a Battle God on the streets tomorrow…
That wouldn’t be called genius.
That would be called a freak.
He’d get dragged into a secret lab by the authorities in no time and sliced open to study his secret.
But if he passed the exam with flying colors, entered the university in the open, and shined on the school’s arena stage — everyone would just gasp.
Look — a late-blooming peerless genius!
The government would protect him, the military would court him, the noble families would invest in him.
Before he had the system, he could only watch the opportunity slip away.
Now that he had the system, he was qualified to sit at the table.
“Su Yu?”
Li Jianguo watched Su Yu pull his hand back, frowning even deeper. “Why aren’t you signing?”
Zhao Ze, sitting on the sofa, also put down his phone. The gentle, composed look on his face flickered with a barely noticeable shadow of darkness.
“Not enough?”
Zhao Ze’s voice remained calm, but it now carried an oppressive arrogance. “Add 200,000.”
One million, two hundred thousand.
That was more cash than many ordinary families saw in a lifetime.
Su Yu lifted his head, met Zhao Ze’s condescending gaze, and shook his head calmly.
“Zhao, I appreciate your offer.”
“But I’m not signing.”
The faculty office went dead silent.
The hum of the old air conditioner sounded harshly loud.
Li Jianguo’s eyes bugged out as if he’d just heard the most absurd joke. “Su Yu! Have you lost your mind? One million, two hundred thousand! Do you even know what you’re saying!”
“I do.”
Su Yu’s tone was utterly flat. His deep eyes held a maturity and calmness far beyond his age.
“I want to try it myself.”
“Even if I only manage to get into a third-rate martial arts university, I want to earn it with my own score.”
He didn’t brag.
He couldn’t expose the system.
A worthless kid with 0.8 Vitality suddenly acting arrogant would only cause unnecessary trouble.
What he needed to do now was get home immediately!
Test out the system’s effect! Turn all that three-hundred-something yuan into tangible cultivation!
Zhao Ze’s face finally changed.
The thin veneer of politeness tore open, revealing the ruthless core underneath.
“One million, five hundred thousand.”
Zhao Ze locked his eyes on Su Yu, as if looking at an ungrateful piece of goods. “Su Yu, know your place. Don’t think that holding onto a good academic record lets you hold out for a better price.”
“It’s not about the money.”
Su Yu gave a slight, polite, but distant bow. “Mr. Li, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to study.”
With that, he turned and left.
No hesitation, no dallying.
“Stop right there.”
From behind him came Zhao Ze’s ice-cold voice.
No more disguise. No more pretense.
Just pure, naked threat.
“Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit?”
Su Yu paused at the door.
He didn’t look back.
He simply reached out, grabbed the cold door handle, twisted it lightly, and pushed his way out.
Bam.
The faculty office door slammed shut, shutting out the suffocating atmosphere inside.
Inside the office.
A deathly silence.
“Crack—”
A sharp snap.
The black pen in Zhao Ze’s hand was crushed into pieces!
Sharp plastic shards cut into his skin. Black ink mixed with blood dripped through his fingers onto the expensive leather sofa.
“Master Zhao!” Li Jianguo jumped in shock and scrambled for tissues.
“Get away!”
Zhao Ze shoved Li Jianguo aside, his chest heaving violently.
He was furious.
In his eighteen years of life, Zhao Ze had always been the one throwing out handouts. When had scum from the bottom of society ever dared to refuse him?
One million five hundred thousand for a lousy spot — that was charity!
Not only did that bastard refuse to be grateful, but he also dared to walk out?
Want to try it himself?
Even a third-rate university?
“Good… very good!”
Zhao Ze gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with venomous malice.
If the Great Xia laws weren’t so strict, criminalizing the killing of civilians by martial artists with death, Su Yu would already be a corpse.
The law couldn’t kill him.
But there were plenty of things the law couldn’t cover.
Did he really think his academic record mattered that much? That declining the Zhao family would let him take the exam peacefully?
Naïve.
Zhao Ze pulled out a tissue and slowly wiped the ink and blood off his hand.
Since he wouldn’t take the toast.
Then he wouldn’t get a single cent.
Zhao Ze pulled out his phone, scrolled to an unnamed number, and dialed.
The call connected quickly.
“Old Mo.”
Zhao Ze’s voice returned to its cold, commanding tone. “Handle a student for me. Senior year at Jiangcheng No. 3 High School. Name’s Su Yu.”
“No, don’t kill him.”
“Find some clean-handed guys, knock him out, and throw him in a bag.”
Zhao Ze looked out the window, his gaze locking on the figure moving briskly down the campus’s tree-lined path. A cruel smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.
“Break both his legs. Make sure he spends two weeks in the hospital.”
"I don't want to see him in the exam hall until the college entrance exams are over."
"Money? Two hundred thousand."
Hanging up the phone, Zhao Ze casually tossed the blood-stained tissue into the trash bin.
The dignity of the lower-class commoners?
In the face of absolute resources and wealth, it isn't even worth a fart.
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?!
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.”
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
