The first martial arts high school in Jiangcheng, in a back alley.
Avoiding the frenzied media and recruitment representatives from various martial arts gyms outside the main gate.
The setting sun stretched their shadows long.
Lin Xiaoxiao stopped in her tracks.
She turned around, her pure, beautiful eyes glaring fiercely at Su Yu.
As if she were looking at a complete stranger.
Up and down, she scrutinized him carefully, several times over.
“You kid…”
Lin Xiaoxiao swallowed, her voice still carrying a trace of an unsteady tremor.
“When exactly did you break through to Martial Artist?”
Su Yu kept his hands in his trouser pockets.
His expression was calm.
“Just three days ago.”
“Three days ago?”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s voice instantly shot up an octave.
Nearly cracking.
“Do you think I’m a three-year-old?”
“Three days ago, your blood energy value was only 0.8.”
“In three days, from 0.8 to a thousand points?”
“Even if you ate high-tier beast cores like snacks, your meridians would have burst long ago!”
Su Yu looked at the furious girl before him.
His gaze was deep.
Of course, he couldn’t reveal anything about the cash-to-cultivation system.
That was his biggest trump card, the very foundation of his survival.
No one could know about it.
“Enlightenment.”
Su Yu calmly uttered two words.
Without even blinking.
“Enlightenment?”
Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned.
“Yeah.”
Su Yu nodded with a straight face.
“That night, when I got home and stared at the cracks in the wall, I suddenly felt a flash of light in my mind.”
“Then, my blood energy inexplicably flowed freely.”
“I kept breaking through, all the way to Martial Artist.”
Silence.
Dead silence fell over the alley.
A full half-minute passed.
“You’re full of it!!!”
Lin Xiaoxiao stomped the ground in anger.
The alloy pavement caved into a shallow pit under her foot.
“Enlightenment can boost blood energy? Do you think this is a feel-good web novel?”
“If you don’t want to talk about it, fine! Miss me I can’t be bothered to listen!”
Lin Xiaoxiao turned her head away haughtily.
Letting out a cold snort.
But she didn’t press further.
In this world, every martial artist had their own secrets and fortunes.
Since Su Yu didn’t want to say it, she knew when to back off.
As long as he was okay.
As long as he had won.
That was enough.
“Hey.”
Lin Xiaoxiao kicked at a pebble by her feet.
Her gaze was a little distant.
A faint, almost imperceptible blush crept onto her fair cheeks.
“Tomorrow… want to go to the capital together?”
She tried to make her tone as casual as if she were talking about the weather.
Hiding that faint, secret girlish crush deep inside.
“We both got special admissions anyway.”
“Traveling together, we can look out for each other.”
“So you won’t get lost in the capital, country bumpkin.”
Su Yu looked at her feigned composure.
He nodded.
“Sure.”
“Then it’s settled!”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s eyes instantly lit up.
“Tomorrow morning at eight, I’ll pick you up downstairs!”
“Don’t be late!”
With that.
She turned and ran toward the black off-road vehicle parked at the street corner, like a happy lark.
Her ponytail bounced in the sunset.
Su Yu stood still.
Watching the off-road vehicle disappear into the distance.
Then he turned and headed toward the old city district.
...
Inside the black off-road vehicle.
Lin Xiaoxiao sat in the back.
Watching Su Yu’s figure vanish from sight through the rearview mirror.
The coquettishness and laughter on her face.
In that moment.
Disappeared completely.
Replaced by a chilling coldness befitting a top-tier noble heiress.
She leaned back into the leather seat.
Took out her phone.
Dialed an extremely secretive number.
Buzz.
The call was answered instantly.
“Miss.”
A low, hoarse voice, thick with the scent of blood, came through the phone.
Lin Xiaoxiao gazed at the cityscape speeding past the window.
Her voice was as cold as ice.
“Uncle Lin.”
“Before dawn.”
“I don’t want to see anyone who has a grudge against Su Yu anywhere in this city.”
A half-second of silence on the other end.
No further questions asked.
“Understood.”
“Not a single soul left behind.”
Buzz.
The call ended.
Lin Xiaoxiao tossed her phone casually onto the seat.
She closed her eyes.
She valued gratitude immensely, and she was fiercely protective of her own.
Today, Su Yu had killed Zhao Ze in the ring, but he had also thoroughly made enemies of the Zhao family.
That old fox Zhao Tianxiong would definitely lurk in the shadows like a viper, watching Su Yu.
Open attacks are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to defend against.
She would not allow any harm to come to Su Yu.
She would sweep this ground clean!
...
The night was deep.
In an old, shabby rental room in Jiangcheng’s old district.
Su Yu sat cross-legged on a slightly wobbly single bed.
He didn’t turn on the light.
The faint glow of his phone screen illuminated his thin, deep-set face.
On the screen, his current bank account balance was displayed.
[242,199.50 yuan.]
Two hundred forty-two thousand one hundred ninety-nine yuan and fifty cents.
Su Yu stared quietly at the string of numbers.
It was a lot.
For an orphan from the bottom, surviving on relief grain, it was a fortune he would never have dared to dream of.
But not that much, either.
Su Yu’s gaze was incredibly calm.
Carrying even a hint of world-weariness beyond his years.
He understood the underlying logic of this world all too well.
The path of martial arts was a grand road paved with money and resources.
In a third-tier city like Jiangcheng, two hundred thousand might buy a decent house for a comfortable life.
But in the true martial arts world.
This sum couldn’t even buy a complete Profound-ranked mid-grade technique.
Couldn’t even trade for a single bottle of high-tier beast essence blood.
But he had the system.
One yuan, one year of cultivation.
If he dumped all two hundred thousand into it, his blood energy would skyrocket at an alarming rate.
But that raised a fatal problem — exposure.
Su Yu’s eyes were sharp.
Jiangcheng’s pond was too small, its water too shallow.
For a bottom-tier orphan with no background, repeated miracles of explosive growth would attract countless greedy eyes, even get him seized by some major force to be sliced up for research.
A tall tree catches the wind.
Without enough powerful protection, this freakish rate of improvement was nothing short of a death warrant.
Only by going to university.
To the Daxia Empire’s top-tier First Capital Martial Arts University.
A place where prodigies swarmed and monsters gathered, where martial arts talents breaking conventions were the norm.
There.
His freakish breakthrough speed could be flawlessly cloaked in the guise of a “peerless heavenly prodigy”!
Once he displayed shocking talent, he wouldn’t be suspected as an anomaly; instead, he would rightfully gain privileged protection and top-tier resource allocation from the empire’s highest institution.
The identity of a student was his best shield.
With the backing of a top martial arts university and the absolute, reasonable cover of being a “prodigy,”
He could then recklessly take high-level missions, venture into dangerous wild zones to earn massive wealth.
Only then could he spend cash without restraint!
Only then could he unleash the full, unrestrained power of his system!
Wearing the cloak of a prodigy, doing the deeds of a cheater.
Step by step, climbing to the pinnacle of martial arts!
Su Yu put away his phone.
In his mind, the venomous face of Zhao Tianxiong suddenly flashed.
The Zhao family.
This was an inextricable knot.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.”
