"It's fine."
"I don't need to rely on talent."
"I can just spend money."
Su Yu took a deep breath.
With a thought, he directly summoned the monetization system deep in his mind.
Before coming to the capital, he had brought with him over two hundred and forty thousand in dirty money taken from the Zhao family's assassin.
This was his only confidence to stand his ground in the capital and to dare touch a higher realm.
"System."
Su Yu issued a command in his mind, his gaze fixed firmly on the soul-suppressing spear at the center of the lake.
"Target: Residual spear intent of the Soul-Suppressing Spear at the lake's heart."
"One thousand yuan!"
Ding.
A crisp notification sound echoed in his mind.
The balance in his bank account instantly and silently evaporated by one thousand yuan.
[Top-up successful.]
[Exchange for cultivation: one thousand years.]
[Detected remnants of high-level martial will…]
[Deducing and comprehending the Soul-Suppressing Spear Intent for you…]
Boom!
A thunderous explosion of cataclysmic magnitude erupted in Su Yu's mind!
His consciousness, as if seized by an irresistible and terrifying force, was violently torn from his body.
It was directly dragged into an endless, blood-red space!
The sky was a dark crimson.
The ground was scorched black.
The air was thick with a choking, nauseating stench of blood and the foul odor of monstrous beasts.
Time, within this space, lost its original meaning.
It stretched infinitely.
One year.
Ten years.
A hundred years.
Five hundred years.
A full millennium passed!
Su Yu's consciousness was like an utterly calm observer.
In this bloody arena of slaughter, he sat in stillness for a thousand years.
He saw a towering silhouette.
Holding a dark red long spear.
Standing alone, before a bottomless, massive rift in the earth.
Ahead of him.
Surged an endless, black, tidal wave of high-tier monstrous beasts.
Their roars shook the heavens.
That silhouette did not retreat.
There was no fear.
Just an incredibly simple motion—raising the spear.
Stabbing!
Thrusting!
Swinging!
Smashing!
No flashy martial techniques, no superfluous movements.
Every swing carried a desperate, self-sacrificing ferocity.
Every thrust reduced thousands of high-tier beasts to ash beneath the spear's glow.
Su Yu just watched.
For a thousand years.
He felt the loneliness of that silhouette.
He felt the tragic grandeur of someone willing to burn everything for the lights of the homes behind him.
A thousand years of observation.
A thousand years of realization.
The moment Su Yu's consciousness was yanked back to reality by the system, he snapped his eyes open.
"Huff—!!"
Su Yu gasped heavily, his chest heaving violently.
Like someone who had just been rescued from drowning.
The clothes on his back were completely soaked through with cold sweat, clinging tightly to his skin.
In his deep eyes, a faint, dark red gleam now flickered.
Vaguely.
He felt he had grasped something.
It was an indescribable, terrifying rhythm.
The embryonic form of the final thrust that silhouette had made as his strength failed!
But.
He was just a bit short!
It was like an extremely tough window paper separating him.
He could already see the blinding light outside.
He could already feel the world-destroying power.
Yet, he just couldn't break through!
"Not enough."
Su Yu gritted his teeth hard.
A harshness, never seen before, flashed in his eyes.
A thousand years of realization.
A thousand years of silent sitting.
And he could only barely touch the threshold of this spear intent?!
Just how overbearing was the Soul-Suppressing Spear Intent?!
What kind of stunningly brilliant, unparalleled existence was the third principal back then!
However.
Since he had already touched the threshold.
Since he had already seen that layer of paper.
Then he would use money.
To smash it open by force!
"System!"
Without any hesitation, Su Yu let out a silent roar in his mind.
"Top up another thousand!"
Ding.
The crisp prompt sounded again.
The balance was deducted once more.
[Top-up successful.]
[Exchange for cultivation: one thousand years.]
[Continuing to deduce the Soul-Suppressing Spear Intent for you…]
Boom—!!!
This time.
Quantity finally triggered a qualitative change!
Two thousand years of accumulated time, two thousand years of life-and-death observation.
Transformed into a violent force that swept away all obstacles.
Exploding within Su Yu's mind!
That tough window paper blocking him was torn to shreds in an instant by this power!
He saw it clearly!
He finally understood it completely!
He saw that silhouette, in his final moments of life, ignite his entire blood and energy, unleashing that peerless thrust!
No skill.
No moves.
Only the purest, most extreme killing intent!
Only the desperate resolve to go into death!
Suppress!
Soul-Suppress!
Hum—
The moment Su Yu fully comprehended this trace of spear intent, a sudden change occurred!
At the lake's heart.
On that bare, black reef.
The half-broken spear, which had lain silent for sixty years, untouched by wind or rain, suddenly let out a crisp, piercing cry!
Zheng!!!
The sound was like a dragon's roar vibrating through the nine heavens!
Carrying a wild joy and pride suppressed for six decades.
It instantly pierced through the broad surface of Unnamed Lake, exploding across the entire sky of Kyoto Martial University!
The next second.
A visible, thick, sickening dark red spear intent soared up from the broken blade, shooting straight into the sky!
Rumble!
The once-clear sky was actually torn apart by this rising dark red spear intent, creating a kilometer-long rift in the clouds!
A sudden gale arose!
Sand and stones flew!
The previously mirror-smooth water of Unnamed Lake, as if boiled, began to churn and roar violently.
Surging up waves over ten meters high!
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
All the seniors by the lakeside.
All the freshmen.
Including the instructor who had just been calmly telling everyone to relax, all collapsed weakly, their legs giving way under the sudden, overwhelming pressure.
Everyone's face was pale, their minds blank.
It felt as if an invisible, ultimate spear hung above their heads, ready to fall at any moment and grind them to dust!
"What... what happened?!"
That instructor lay flat on the grass, his cheek pressed against the soil.
His eyes, full of terror and disbelief, were locked on the pillar of dark red light piercing the heavens at the lake's center.
His voice trembled violently.
His teeth chattered.
"Resonance..."
"The Soul-Suppressing Spear... actually resonated?!"
"Who is it?!"
The instructor roared madly in his heart, his eyes nearly bulging out.
"Which freak is it?!"
"Who has truly comprehended the Soul-Suppressing Spear Intent!!!"
Not just the lakeside of Unnamed Lake.
This overbearing, sky-piercing spear intent instantly shook the entire Kyoto Martial University!
Deep within the campus.
Inside several ancient pagodas, long sealed off, several ancient figures with terrifying auras—ones that even surpassed the Martial Venerate realm—suddenly opened their eyes!
"Soul-Suppressing Spear Cry?"
"Sixty years... finally, someone has pulled out that old man's will?"
"Investigate! Immediately! Which department's genius is it?!"
The whole of Kyoto Martial boiled over in that instant!
And by the lakeside of Unnamed Lake,
at the very back of the crowd,
In the most inconspicuous corner, overgrown with weeping willows,
Su Yu slowly rose to his feet.
He was not crushed by the terrifying pressure.
Because at this moment,
emanating from his body,
was a shred of the same origin, the very same vein, as the broken spear at the heart of the lake—
a brutal, blood-red spear intent!
Su Yu stood in the gale.
His faded, washed-out old T-shirt whipped noisily in the wind.
He slowly raised his right hand,
fingers together like a sword.
His gaze was deep as an abyss, without a trace of ripple.
With an air of utmost casualness,
he gently thrust toward the void ahead.
Rip.
A harsh, piercing tear split the air,
like a heavy canvas forcibly slashed by a blade.
A visible wave of dark-red energy burst from his fingertips,
sweeping forward silently.
Thud.
Ten meters ahead, a half-man-tall block of hard ironwood stone, weighing several tons and used as a landscape ornament—
without any explosion—
simply split in two!
The cut was smooth as a mirror,
with not even the slightest damage to the stone’s internal grain.
Pure cutting.
Pure destruction.
Su Yu withdrew his finger,
gazing at the dark-red glow still lingering on his fingertip,
feeling the spear intent within him—obedient as his own arm, overbearing and unmatched.
A flicker of profound shock and satisfaction crossed his deep eyes.
Two thousand yuan.
Two thousand years of cultivation.
In exchange for an invincible spear intent of slaughter.
“This money,”
Su Yu slipped his hands back into his pockets,
a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth—
“was damn well spent.”
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.
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.
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!
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
