An extremely crazy thought sprouted in his mind like wild grass.
He really wanted... to steal a kiss.
Just one kiss!
After all, there were only the two of them here now!
Lin Xiaoxiao's gaze grew a little dazed, her red lips slightly parted, her body involuntarily wanting to lean in another inch.
But.
Just as she was about to make contact.
Reason, with immense difficulty, finally overcame impulse.
No!
Too fast!
It would scare him away!
Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly let go of his hand.
As if shocked by electricity, she stepped back two large paces.
"Cough, cough!"
She nervously smoothed her hair, her cheeks flushed like a ripe apple.
She didn't even dare to look Su Yu in the eyes.
"Um..."
"I need to head back now!"
"My mom is waiting for me to eat dinner at home!"
Flustered and stumbling over her words, Lin Xiaoxiao grabbed her bag from the sofa and fled toward the door like a fugitive.
At the doorway.
She turned back abruptly.
Forcing calm, she waved her hand.
"Get familiar with the place today, you can wander around near Kyoto Martial University."
"Tomorrow morning, I'll come pick you up for registration!"
"Don't go running off!"
Bang.
The door slammed heavily shut.
A retreat in panic.
...
Inside the vast penthouse apartment.
Deathly silence returned once more.
Su Yu stood still.
He touched his ear.
The warm breath and faint fragrance of the girl seemed to linger there.
He shook his head.
Trying to shake those messy thoughts out of his mind.
Walking to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Su Yu reached into his pocket.
And pulled out the heavy black card again.
A hundred million.
Su Yu's eyes instantly turned cold and sober.
Use it?
Or not?
If used directly to top up his system.
Given the system's absurd exchange rate—one year of cultivation for one yuan.
This hundred million could be converted into a hundred million years of cultivation!
A hundred million years!
What did that even mean?
His blood vitality value would probably explode through the roof!
Temptation.
Utmost temptation.
It was like a demon whispering by his ear, tearing at Su Yu's reason.
But.
After only three seconds.
Su Yu decisively extinguished that thought!
"No," Su Yu muttered to himself.
His voice was cold as ice.
"I can't use it."
This was Kyoto.
This was the Lin family's territory.
Who was Lin Zhengtian? Definitely a top-tier heavyweight with immense power in the Great Xia country!
For a big shot of that level, how could the black card he gave his daughter not have the most advanced fund monitoring system?
Every transaction that money made.
Every cent that went out.
Would definitely be under strict surveillance by the Lin family's think tank!
If he used this card to buy pills, to buy weapons, that would be perfectly fine.
But.
What if he used it to recharge the system?
How did the system deduct money?
Su Yu had tested it before: the system deducted funds by directly erasing the numbers in the bank account!
There were no transfer records!
There was no payee!
The funds just vanished into thin air, as if they had simply disappeared from the world!
The disappearance of a few dozen or a few hundred yuan might go unnoticed.
But if a million, ten million, or even a hundred million yuan disappeared without a trace...
The Lin family would get the news the moment it happened!
When that time came.
What would Lin Zhengtian think?
An eighteen-year-old lad gets the card, and the money inside vanishes mysteriously.
No physical resources purchased.
Contact with no one.
Then, without any external assistance, the boy's strength skyrockets in an absolutely terrifying way.
Even a fool would know something was wrong!
"An innocent man gets into trouble because of his wealth."
Su Yu gripped the black card tightly, a flicker of caution in his eyes.
The secret of the system was his greatest trump card, and also his deadliest curse.
Once exposed.
Even if Lin Xiaoxiao meant him no harm.
Even if Lin Zhengtian seemed like a respectful elder.
But.
Faced with absolute interest and incomprehensible supernatural forces.
Human nature would not withstand the test.
There was no guarantee that others in the Lin family meant no harm.
There was no guarantee that the high officials of the Great Xia country meant no harm.
If he was taken away and sliced up for research like a lab rat.
When that time came, he wouldn't even have a place to cry.
"This is a serious matter."
"This money can only be used as ordinary backup funds, to buy some supplies as a cover."
"It absolutely cannot be used to boost blood vitality!"
Su Yu made his final decision.
He put the black card away.
This money could be kept for buying resources.
It could also be used in emergencies to power up through recharging when life was on the line.
His own money, on the other hand, would be used for everyday training through recharging.
Su Yu patted the phone in his pocket.
On it, he still had over two hundred thousand in dirty money taken from Old Mo, the Zhao family assassin.
But it was far from enough.
"In the future, I need to use cash," Su Yu calculated in his mind.
"Or find a black market account with absolutely no record of transactions."
"Only if the source and destination of the funds can't be traced would recharging the system be absolutely safe."
"Because right now, I'm still too weak."
A martial master with one thousand blood vitality points.
He could walk tall in Jiangcheng.
But in Kyoto, in front of a martial venerable, he wasn't even worth a damn.
He had to play it safe.
Wearing the cloak of a prodigy, making money in completely safe ways, and then frantically recharging!
Having figured all this out.
Su Yu let out a long, turbid breath.
Feeling considerably lighter.
Growl.
His stomach let out a very undignified sound.
He hadn't eaten since taking the high-speed train in the morning.
Su Yu picked up his canvas bag.
Turned around and left.
...
Half an hour later.
A bustling commercial street three kilometers from the main gate of Kyoto Martial University.
Su Yu sat in a noodle shop.
Staring at the menu on the wall, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
First-Tier Armored Bull Bone Broth Noodles: 888 yuan per bowl.
Second-Tier Wind Wolf Meat Mixed Noodles: 3,888 yuan per bowl.
Plain Clear Broth Noodles (no blood vitality boost): 188 yuan per bowl.
What a ripoff! Su Yu complained inwardly.
In Jiangcheng, a bowl of noodles with meat cost at most fifteen yuan!
The prices in Kyoto were just absurd!
"Boss, one bowl of Second-Tier Wind Wolf Meat Mixed Noodles," Su Yu said, wincing as he scanned the QR code to pay.
After all, he had the hundred-million black card, and this was a time to use it.
Soon, the noodles arrived.
Su Yu finished them in just a few mouthfuls.
Even the soup was drained clean.
Wiping his mouth.
He walked out of the noodle shop.
Following the wide street toward Kyoto's First Martial University.
With nothing else to do, he might as well go see what the highest martial arts academy in the Great Xia country looked like.
The closer he got to Kyoto Martial University.
The fewer people and cars there were around.
Instead, a thick, solemn martial arts atmosphere took over.
The trees lining the street were all specially cultivated ironwood, as hard as metal.
The ground was paved not with ordinary asphalt, but with special alloy plates capable of withstanding a martial artist's full-force strike.
Finally.
Turning a street corner.
A massive building, towering like a mountain and seeming to pierce the sky, suddenly came into Su Yu's sight!
Kyoto First Martial University!
There were no walls.
Only two hundred-meter-high black stone pillars stood tall, like pillars holding up the sky between heaven and earth!
The pillars were scarred with the brutal marks of blade cuts and axe strikes.
Dark red bloodstains were deeply ingrained in the texture of the stone.
After a hundred years, they still exuded a terrifying, heart-stopping aura of slaughter!
Above the door frame,
four bold and vigorous blood-red characters, as if drawn with an iron hook and silver stroke, seemed to contain some supreme martial truth.
"The Martial Way Must Be Contested!"
Su Yu stood a hundred meters away.
He lifted his head,
gazing at those four characters.
Inside him, the thousand points of martial artist blood vitality suddenly surged uncontrollably!
A fierce, burning desire to fight, to grow stronger, to trample every genius underfoot,
began to wildly sprout in the depths of his heart.
"Kyoto Martial University..."
Su Yu's deep eyes reflected the two towering stone pillars.
"I’m here."
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.”
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.
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!
