"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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with 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.”
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
