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.
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