"Absolutely true."
Nie Changkong's expression was solemn as he reported word by word.
"His name is Su Yu."
"Eighteen years old."
"An orphan from Jiangcheng."
"Today, at the shore of Weiming Lake, it took him less than an hour to trigger the resonance of the Soul-Calming Spear."
"And..."
Nie Changkong paused, his tone turning extremely grave.
"He has exactly one thousand points of blood energy."
"A genuine Martial Master realm."
"His foundation is so perfect that even I can't find a single flaw!"
Dead silence.
On the other end of the line, there was once again a long, heavy silence.
A full thirty seconds passed.
Then—
"HAHAHAHA!!!"
An extremely wild and unrestrained burst of laughter exploded from the other end of the phone!
The laughter was filled with endless ecstasy and exhilaration!
"Excellent!"
"An eighteen-year-old Martial Master—how splendid!"
"A Soul-Calming Spear intent—even better!"
Feng Wuji's voice trembled, barely containing his excitement.
"Changkong, tell me—are those old bastards like Chu Kuang already tearing each other apart to recruit him?"
Nie Changkong gave a wry smile.
"They nearly came to blows. But the kid didn't choose any of the academies."
"Oh?" Feng Wuji was somewhat surprised. "Why?"
"Because the first question he asked Chu Kuang and the others was—can all the martial resources you're promising be converted directly into cash and deposited into his bank account?"
There was a two-second pause on the other end.
Then—
"Pfft—hahaha!"
Feng Wuji let out an even louder, earth-shaking laugh than before, laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath.
"Convert to cash? Haha! The kid's a money-grubber!"
"Good! Too good! What I dread most are those sanctimonious, ascetic bookworms full of fake righteousness! Desires, greed—that's what gives a man the drive to survive in the abyss!"
Feng Wuji's voice suddenly turned domineering and regal, yet laced with the deep favor of an elder toward a peerless genius.
"Changkong, listen up!"
"Since he wants money, give him the broadest stage in the Great Xia Empire to earn it!"
"Lift all restrictions! Open up all A-level and below bounties from Jingwu, the military, and even the Martial Alliance to him!"
"Those step-by-step courses at Jingwu are a waste of time for a talent like him. Let him trade the blood of mutant beasts and the lives of enemies for the wealth he craves—let him temper that spear intent of his!"
"But—"
Feng Wuji's tone shifted sharply, and a terrifying killing intent, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, surged through the radio waves.
"This kid is now the jewel of our Great Xia Empire!"
"He can bleed. He can take a beating. He can even get chased through the wilderness by mutant beasts until he's battered and bruised!"
"Same old rules—peer competition, arena sparring, wilderness trials—as long as it doesn't end in death, even if they break three of his ribs, don't interfere. Let him suffer through it. The martial universities have top-tier medical pods to patch him up!"
"But..."
Feng Wuji spoke each word slowly, his killing intent icy.
"If I find out that some shameless old bastard bullies the young, or that scum from the Church or the Evil Cult tries to ambush him..."
"Changkong, on my behalf—exterminate their entire clan!"
Click.
The call ended.
Nie Changkong stood there, listening to the dial tone from the receiver. A faint smile flickered in his deep eyes.
Spoiling the kid.
This invincible war god guarding the northern frontier—though his words were harsh—at his core, he treasured this one and only "Special Freshman" like the apple of his eye.
He turned his gaze to the window.
Under the night sky, the capital city of Jingdou was resplendent and bustling.
But beneath that splendor lurked an abyss that could swallow everything at any moment.
"Su Yu..."
Nie Changkong murmured to himself.
"Don't let this title down."
...
Late night.
Magic Capital First Martial University (Mo Wu).
The top administrative conference room.
Brightly lit.
The atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.
More than a dozen Mo Wu high-ranking officials, each radiating terrifying blood energy, sat around an enormous round table.
Their expressions were uglier than the next.
Bang!
Mo Wu's Principal—a burly, iron-tower-like one-eyed old man—slammed his palm viciously onto the table.
The solid wooden table instantly turned to dust.
"A Special Freshman!"
"Those old farts at Jingwu actually managed to produce a Special Freshman at such a critical juncture!"
The one-eyed old man was burning with rage.
"Is this a declaration of war against Mo Wu?!"
"Are they telling the entire Great Xia Empire that Jingwu is still the number one school in the land?!"
The Twin Stars of Great Xia.
Jingwu and Mo Wu.
A hundred years of mortal rivals.
For decades, they had been locked in an open and covert struggle over the title of the empire's top martial arts academy.
Resources, student admissions, even territories in the wilderness.
Nothing was off the table!
"Principal, please calm your anger."
A vice-principal wearing gold-rimmed glasses pushed them up, his eyes cold and cunning.
"The intelligence is confirmed."
"That freshman named Su Yu has indeed comprehended the Soul-Calming Spear intent."
"And he's at the Martial Master realm."
"Jingwu has really stumbled upon a peerless monster this time."
"Monster?"
The one-eyed old man let out a cold snort.
"In martial arts, conflict is inevitable!"
"Throughout history, how many so-called peerless monsters have had their mental state collapse after a single crushing defeat, becoming indistinguishable from ordinary people?"
"Without the strength to truly dominate an era—this 'Special Freshman' title is nothing more than a ticking target for him!"
He pounded the table heavily, his voice echoing through the hall.
"At this year's National Freshman Exchange Tournament, and three months from now at the Wilderness Trial..."
"We absolutely cannot let that kid develop his 'invincible among peers' momentum!"
"If he uses the Special Freshman title to bulldoze his way through and successfully condense his divine ring..."
"Then for the next four years—or even ten—Mo Wu will be out of luck. All of Great Xia's top recruits and highest resource allocation will be monopolized by Jingwu! We won't even get the leftovers!"
"We must crush him!"
A combat department director suddenly stood up, fighting intent blazing in his eyes.
"Principal, give the order!"
"Mo Wu didn't come up short this year either—we have our own monsters!"
"If Jingwu thinks it can use this Su Yu to step on our faces and assert dominance, then we'll meet them fair and square in the arena and shatter his invincible mindset!"
The one-eyed old man squinted his remaining eye.
"How's Wudao doing with his blood pool body-tempering recently?"
The moment "Wudao" was mentioned.
Every Mo Wu high-ranking official present showed a flash of confidence in their eyes.
Shen Wudao.
Mo Wu's top-tier freshman this year, for whom they had devoted the school's full resources.
A man born with the Baleful Constitution.
A martial maniac raised in the most brutal real combat—a being who lived to fight!
Before enrollment, his blood energy test results.
Eight hundred points!
Although not as high as Su Yu's one thousand, Shen Wudao's combat ability was terrifying.
He had once torn apart a second-tier peak Iron-Hide Rhinoceros with his bare hands in the wilderness!
"Wudao is still soaking in the blood pool."
The vice-principal pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile.
"But if we tell him the news—that Su Yu has awakened the Soul-Calming Spear intent and been named a Special Freshman..."
"With Wudao's personality—stronger opponents only fuel his madness—he'll be ecstatic."
"Good."
The one-eyed old man made the final call.
"Inform Shen Wudao."
During the freshman exchange competition, I wanted him to do it in front of the entire Daxia nation's media.
Fair and square, he would shatter that so-called Special Freshman's pride—along with the nascent blade intent he had just awakened.
The Jingwu Institute wants to force a god down on us?
Then this old man will make the whole world see—even a Special Freshman is nothing more than a stepping stone for a monster from Mo Wu!
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!
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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
