Boom!
The air was suddenly torn apart.
The gale by Weiming Lake had not yet subsided.
Three figures appeared before Su Yu without any warning.
There was no eruption of blood energy.
No eye-catching shadows or lights.
They simply materialized out of thin air, as if they had always been standing there.
Closing the distance in an instant!
Teleportation through the void!
This was a terrifying technique that surpassed even grandmasters and great grandmasters!
Su Yu’s pupils constricted sharply.
Every muscle in his body instantly tensed to the limit.
Danger!
Lethal danger!
These three people emitted not a single trace of blood energy fluctuation, but in Su Yu’s perception, they were like three bottomless black holes, greedily devouring even the surrounding light and air.
They were slightly weaker than Lin Zhengtian, but undoubtedly absolute top-tier experts at the Martial King or even Martial Emperor level!
The hidden foundation of Jingwu was terrifyingly deep!
Three pairs of eyes simultaneously locked onto Su Yu.
Their gazes were like torches, able to see through souls.
“A thousand points of blood energy?”
A burly old man standing in the middle furrowed his brow slightly.
He wore a gray Tang suit faded from repeated washing, and his gaze was sharp as a blade.
One glance—just one glance—was enough to completely expose Su Yu’s true cultivation level.
A genuine Martial Master!
The old man’s brain began analyzing rapidly in a thousandth of a second.
“Martial Master?”
“Then he can’t be a freshman.”
“For all past freshmen, even prodigies backed by top families’ resources, at most they’d be at the Martial Disciple level, with blood energy capped at five or six hundred.”
“A Martial Master with a thousand blood energy definitely isn’t a new student who hasn’t enrolled yet.”
“So—a sophomore?”
The old man’s frown deepened.
“Only a thousand blood energy in his sophomore year?”
“That’s kind of pathetic.”
“For Jingwu sophomores with even a bit of talent, aren’t they usually starting at three or four thousand blood energy?”
“This kid—probably a worthless slacker.”
It wasn’t just this old man.
The other two instructors beside him also showed the same doubt and a faint trace of disdain in their eyes.
A Martial Master in his sophomore year might be a peerless genius in Jiang City.
But in a place like Jingwu, where monsters gathered, he was just a bottom-tier slacker!
But then—
The three of them, almost in unison, shifted their gazes to Su Yu’s right hand, which hadn’t fully retracted yet.
On his fingertips, a faint, dark red glow hadn’t fully dissipated.
And not far away, the ironwood stone, cut as smooth as a mirror.
The breathing of these three absolute powerhouses became labored in an instant!
The disdain in their eyes was completely replaced by an insane, burning frenzy!
“It doesn’t matter!”
“So what if his blood energy is weak?”
“This is the Soul-Stealing Spear Intent!”
“For sixty years! Someone has finally awakened that supreme, killing spear intent again!”
“With this spear intent, even if he’s a worthless waste with only ten blood energy points, I’d still chew through resources to crush him into a peak expert!”
“This spear intent alone can make up for all his flaws!”
“Supreme in slaughter!”
“Invincible at the same level!”
“Kid!”
The burly old man struck first.
He took a single step, crossing over ten meters in an instant, and appeared directly in front of Su Yu.
On his weathered, scarred old face, he squeezed out an expression that was excessively warm—almost obsequious.
“My name is Chu Kuang!”
“Director of the Spear Division, Jingwu Armament Academy!”
Chu Kuang’s voice boomed like a great bell, making Su Yu’s eardrums ring.
“Join my spear division!”
“As long as you nod, I’ll personally arrange Jingwu’s highest-level special resource treatment for you!”
“Top-tier alloy spears—pick any one you like!”
“Heaven-grade spear techniques—I’ll teach you myself!”
“A real man uses a spear!”
“You’ve awakened the Soul-Stealing Spear Intent—there’s no place in the world more fitting for you than our spear division!”
Chu Kuang sprayed saliva everywhere, his gaze so fervent he looked ready to devour Su Yu whole.
This was a treasure—a kid who had awakened the Soul-Stealing Spear Intent!
If he could drag him back to the spear division, with time, he could forge an invincible spear god who would dominate an era!
But before Su Yu could even speak—
“Bullshit! What kind of stinking crap are you spouting?”
A skinny, sharp-eyed, sinister-looking middle-aged man burst into a torrent of curses.
He flickered, shoving Chu Kuang aside.
“Chu the Old Ghost, have you no shame?”
“What do you mean, spear intent is only for the spear division?”
The middle-aged man turned to Su Yu, his sinister expression instantly melting into a spring breeze of a smile.
“Little brother, don’t listen to this old bastard’s blather.”
“I’m Lei Jue, director of the Blade Division.”
“On the path of martial arts, all roads lead to the same destination!”
“So what if it’s spear intent? Spear intent can still be fused into blade techniques!”
“Come to my blade division, and I swear—you’ll get double the resources he’s offering!”
“If he gives you Heaven-grade spear techniques, I’ll apply for your entry into Jingwu’s secret realm!”
“These are spots even senior students fight tooth and nail for!”
Lei Jue directly offered sky-high bargaining chips.
To snatch the student, he didn’t even care about saving face.
“Lei Jue! Are you asking for death?!”
Chu Kuang’s eyes blazed with fury, and his blood energy showed faint signs of eruption.
“This kid awakened spear intent! You want him to train in the blade? You’re blaspheming against a gift from heaven!”
“I’ll split you in two today!”
“Come on then! Do you think I’m afraid of you?!”
Lei Jue refused to back down, standing his ground.
“Both of you, calm down.”
The last instructor was a middle-aged beauty with an elegant figure, wearing a cheongsam, her charms still well preserved.
She swayed her folded fan with a smile as she walked over.
“Little hottie,” she said, looking at Su Yu, her eyes carrying a subtle, enticing allure, “I’m Liu Ruyan, an instructor from the Practical Academy, Fist Division.”
“Those scrap metals from the Armament Academy—what’s so fun about them?”
“A true martial artist’s body is the ultimate weapon.”
“If you fuse that fierce spear intent into your fist techniques, when you punch, it’s like a spear piercing through an enemy formation.”
“Wouldn’t that be even more domineering?”
Liu Ruyan covered her mouth with a soft laugh.
“Come to my fist division. Big sister will guide you personally, I guarantee you’ll take fewer detours.”
“As for resources—whatever they can give, big sister can give just as much.”
“And, our fist division has the most girls in all of Jingwu.”
She used both threats and bribes, even throwing in seduction.
All the freshmen and upperclassmen by Weiming Lake stood dumbfounded.
They stared blankly at these three division directors—usually lofty and elusive—now acting like vendors fighting over a head of cabbage at a market, arguing with red faces, nearly coming to blows over a single student.
Was this really the dignified upper echelon of Jingwu they knew?
Su Yu stood still, watching these three absolute powerhouses bickering endlessly.
A hint of helplessness flickered in his deep eyes.
This was the highest-ranked martial arts academy of the Great Xia Empire?
It felt more like a cult recruitment center.
But he also understood.
The reason these three instructors had lost all composure was entirely due to the faint Soul-Stealing Spear Intent he had just awakened.
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.
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?!
