Today on the arena, in front of the entire city, he had crushed Zhao Ze's throat with his bare hands. Zhao Tianxiong surely wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.
If you don't eradicate the roots, the weeds will grow again come spring.
A flicker of cold killing intent flashed in Su Yu's eyes.
But he quickly suppressed it.
For now, he couldn't deal with it.
Zhao Tianxiong was at least a Martial Artist, and the Zhao Clan Martial Arts Academy was deeply entrenched in River City, with a large number of ruthless fighters under his command.
Although Su Yu himself had a thousand points of blood energy, one pair of fists was no match for many hands.
What's more, the Grandmaster Lei Potian was still in River City.
If he went on a killing spree within the city, he would definitely provoke suppression from the military and the Martial Arts Association.
"I'll go to the capital first," Su Yu decided in his mind.
"Once I'm settled and my strength improves further, I'll find a chance to come back and completely eliminate this threat."
Reason always suppressed impulse.
Su Yu closed his eyes.
His breathing gradually steadied.
He slept soundly.
...
At that same time.
In River City's West District.
Within the Zhao family's luxury villa complex, which covered several thousand square meters,
there were no screams,
no sounds of battle,
not even the slightest fluctuation of blood energy.
A night breeze blew past.
The air carried an extremely thick, nauseating smell of blood.
Zhao Tianxiong sat in the genuine leather office chair in his study.
His eyes were wide open, his pupils vacant.
On his neck, there was an extremely thin, almost invisible red line.
His blood had long since dried.
And in the other rooms of the villa,
Zhao's housekeeper, core members, and even the secretly raised assassins,
all remained frozen in the posture of their final moments,
dying silently in despair and utter terror.
At the same time.
In the teacher's apartment building of River City No. 3 High School,
that homeroom teacher, Li Jianguo, who had tried to force Su Yu to sign an indentured contract for one million,
lay on his bed.
His face was twisted, his hands clawing fiercely at his chest, his nails embedded in his own flesh.
His death was exceedingly gruesome.
It was as if, before dying, he had seen something utterly horrifying.
The night remained still.
As if nothing had happened.
...
The next day.
Early morning.
Sunlight filtered through the cracks of the worn-out rental apartment curtains, falling onto Su Yu's face.
Ring ring ring—!
The alarm clock on the bedside went off on time.
Su Yu's eyes snapped open.
There was no trace of the drowsiness of just waking up; in an instant, his gaze returned to absolute clarity and vigilance.
He sat up.
Out of habit, he picked up his phone to check the high-speed train schedules to the capital that day.
But the moment the screen lit up,
several blood-red, bold push notifications from the local River City news website filled the entire screen.
[Breaking News! Massive Fire at Zhao Clan Martial Arts Academy Last Night! No Survivors Among Academy Head Zhao Tianxiong and Dozens of Core Members!]
[According to initial official reports, the fire was caused by a leak in an aging basement energy pipeline.]
[Other News: River City No. 3 High School teacher Li Jianguo died suddenly of a heart attack at home last night.]
Su Yu stared at those lines on the screen.
His fingers paused slightly.
His gaze locked onto the words "no survivors" and "died suddenly of a heart attack."
Within the depths of his eyes, a fierce storm stirred.
A fire?
An energy pipeline leak?
A sudden heart attack?
Who did they think they were fooling!
A cold smile curled at the corner of Su Yu's mouth.
Zhao Tianxiong was a Martial Artist—his blood energy was abundant, his senses acute.
Even if a fire burned down the entire villa, he could have broken through the window and escaped in an instant!
How could he have been burned alive?
And that Li Jianguo, though a homeroom teacher, had definitely practiced martial arts; his blood energy flowed smoothly. How could he have suddenly suffered a heart attack?
A cleanup.
This was an extremely clean, perfectly executed cleanup, leaving no trace behind.
Moreover, the opponent's strength was utterly terrifying.
It must have been at a level of absolute dominance, preventing a high-level Martial Artist like Zhao Tianxiong from even having a chance to escape or call for help, and eliminating him outright.
"Who did this?"
Su Yu's mind raced.
He was alone in River City, with no background or allies.
Who would go so far as to annihilate a local stronghold family for his sake?
Lei Potian? Impossible. The Grandmaster held a revered status and represented the authorities; he would never resort to such assassination tactics.
That left only one possibility.
A figure appeared in Su Yu's mind—a young woman with a ponytail, pure and beautiful.
Lin Xiaoxiao.
That rich young lady who, yesterday on the arena, had charged in front of him like an enraged little leopard, pointing at Zhao Tianxiong's nose and cursing him out.
"So that's how it is..." Su Yu murmured to himself.
He had originally planned to wait until his strength grew and then return to avenge himself.
But unexpectedly,
someone had beaten him to it.
This was a debt of gratitude, and a big one at that.
Su Yu let out a deep breath.
He turned off the phone screen.
He didn't indulge in self-pity, nor did he feel afraid.
If you owe, you owe—just find a chance to repay it later.
He washed up, got dressed.
Grabbed his worn, faded old canvas bag.
Time to go.
...
At the intersection of the old city district.
An extremely flashy, pitch-black heavy armored off-road vehicle sat quietly by the roadside.
Its body reflected a cold, metallic sheen.
The neighbors passing by all kept a wide berth, not daring to even look at it directly.
Su Yu walked up to it.
The rear window rolled down slowly.
Lin Xiaoxiao wore a pair of oversized sunglasses, covering most of her face.
"Get in!"
She waved at Su Yu, her tone as willful and casual as ever.
Su Yu opened the door and climbed inside.
The interior was spacious to the extreme, luxuriously appointed, with even a faint, soothing scent of high-grade incense wafting through the air.
In the driver's seat sat a middle-aged man in a black suit and white gloves.
His aura was extremely restrained.
But relying on his Martial Artist instincts, Su Yu could faintly sense that this driver harbored terrifying blood energy within his body.
Definitely above the Master level!
"Uncle Lin, let's go. Drive to the train station." Lin Xiaoxiao gave the order.
"Very well, Miss."
The off-road vehicle started smoothly, without making a sound.
Just as Su Yu set his canvas bag down at his feet,
Slap.
An ancient book was tossed directly onto his lap by Lin Xiaoxiao.
"Take it."
Lin Xiaoxiao took off her sunglasses and yawned.
There was still a trace of tiredness in the corners of her eyes that hadn't faded.
Su Yu looked down.
His gaze fell on the cover of that ancient book.
Three ancient characters met his eyes.
"Crushing Rock Palm."
The pupils of Su Yu's eyes contracted almost imperceptibly.
This was the Zhao family's inherited martial art!
A Profound-tier, low-grade technique!
Yesterday on the arena, Zhao Ze had used this very style of palm technique in an attempt to kill him.
And now, this extremely precious original manual lay in Su Yu's hands, tossed over casually by Lin Xiaoxiao like some cheap magazine from a roadside stall.
Su Yu raised his head.
He looked at Lin Xiaoxiao's clean, beautiful face, tinged with a hint of sleepiness.
In that moment, he understood completely.
Irrefutable proof.
The Zhao family, and Li Jianguo,
had been casually wiped out last night by the seemingly spoiled, down-to-earth young lady before him.
Not a single chicken or dog left alive.
In his heart, Su Yu gained a deeper understanding of the true power of an elite clan.
"Watching you in the ring yesterday, you didn't even have a decent martial technique—just brute force and raw blood energy, smashing your way through."
Lin Xiaoxia leaned back in the leather seat and pouted.
"Once you get to Kyoto University of Martial Arts, that kind of fighting style will get you into trouble."
"This lousy book—I guess it's barely passable. I'm giving it to you!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
