If you're not invincible, once exposed, you're as good as dead.
Be cautious, lay low and develop—that's the only way to survive.
"My blood qi can't be used."
"My martial arts are too trash."
"Then there's only one choice left…"
In Su Yu's mind, the tragic silhouette from earlier today at Weiming Lake surfaced—the lone figure who had single-handedly suppressed the underground cavern.
The Soul-Suppressing Spear Intent!
This thing was pure martial will!
It didn't show itself on the surface. You couldn't detect it without testing blood qi.
But once unleashed, its killing power was absolutely terrifying!
The most critical part was that the spear intent could be comprehended endlessly!!
"It's this one, then!"
Su Yu's gaze sharpened.
"System!"
"Target: Soul-Suppressing Spear Intent!"
"Top-up: One million!"
Hum!
The instant his words fell.
The million in cash piled up like a small mountain on the carpet, as if it had encountered an incredibly terrifying high temperature.
No flame.
No ash.
It instantly evaporated into thin air!
Not even a shred of paper was left behind!
Ding.
A crisp chime exploded in his mind.
[Top-up successful.]
[Exchanged for cultivation: One million years.]
[Now deducing and upgrading Soul-Suppressing Spear Intent…]
Boom—!!!
Su Yu's consciousness was again yanked by that irresistible force into a vast, dark void.
No heaven. No earth.
No time.
Only himself, and the dark-red spear in his hand, condensed from pure will.
Train!
Train like crazy!
One year.
Ten years.
Ten thousand years.
A hundred thousand years!
Su Yu was like a tireless machine, thrusting his spear again and again in this void.
With each thrust, his understanding of the spear intent deepened by a fraction.
A hundred thousand years passed.
The spear in Su Yu's hand suddenly let out a crisp hum.
The originally wild, brutal, and overflowing dark-red spear intent, at this very moment, eerily converged inward.
It all clung tightly to the surface of the spear shaft.
Not a single bit wasted.
Precision.
Extreme precision!
The Subtle Realm!
The spear intent, from a mere fledgling form just comprehended, took a major leap forward into the Subtle Realm!
But this was only the beginning!
Time continued to flow.
Three hundred thousand years.
Five hundred thousand years.
Eight hundred thousand years!
When the time reached the one-millionth year,
Su Yu suddenly shut his eyes.
The dark-red spear in his hand slowly dissolved within his palm.
No.
It didn't dissolve.
It completely merged into this void!
Boom!
Su Yu snapped his eyes open.
His consciousness instantly returned to reality.
He was still sitting cross-legged on the apartment carpet.
He hadn't moved.
He hadn't even lifted a single finger.
But.
The moment his eyes opened,
Ssh! Ssh! Ssh!
Inside the apartment, the hard alloy coffee table, the expensive genuine leather sofa, even the bulletproof glass in the distance—
Without any warning, smooth, bottomless cuts appeared across them!
No sound.
No flash.
No fluctuation of blood qi at all!
The Formless Realm!
The spear intent had completely shed the shackles of physical form, becoming an utterly formless, absolute killing aura!
A single thought, and a spear materializes from the void!
Killing without a trace!
"So strong…"
Su Yu stared at the traces left by the formless spear intent all around him, a flash of uncontainable shock in his deep eyes.
The system hadn't just elevated his realm—it had, during those million years of deduction, polished every single stage to absolute perfection!
No instability whatsoever.
It obeyed his will like an extension of his own arm!
Once this formless spear intent erupted, Su Yu had absolute confidence that even without touching that one thousand points of blood qi, he could instantly obliterate any opponent at the same level!
"So satisfying!"
Su Yu's breathing grew heavy.
A million years, and he'd reached the Formless Realm.
What if he topped up even more?!
Greed—or rather, an extreme hunger for power—took complete control of his mind at that moment.
He shot to his feet.
Walked to the bedroom and dragged out the largest suitcase he could find in the closet.
"One million isn't enough."
"Then let's add nine million more!"
...
Three in the morning.
Kyoto VIP self-service bank.
Su Yu appeared like a ghost in front of the ATM again.
This time, he didn't hesitate for a second.
He entered: 9,000,000!
The machine whirred frantically.
It spat money out for over half an hour.
A total of nine hundred bundles of cash!
Nearly two hundred pounds in weight.
It jammed that oversized suitcase so full that the zipper barely closed.
Su Yu lifted the heavy case—one that would have thrown an ordinary person's back out—with a single hand.
Under the cover of night, he returned to the apartment.
...
Bang.
The suitcase crashed onto the carpet.
Zipper opened.
Red bills spilled out like a waterfall, piling up into a literal mountain of money right in the living room!
The visual impact was staggering.
But Su Yu didn't even spare it a second glance.
His eyes held only endless fervor.
"System!"
"Top up everything!"
"Keep upgrading the spear intent!"
Hum—!!!
Nine million in cash vanished into thin air again.
[Top-up successful.]
[Exchanged for cultivation: Nine million years.]
[Continuing deduction and breakthrough of spear intent limits…]
Boom!
His consciousness was yanked back into the void.
But this time, the deduction became extremely difficult.
Breaking through from the Formless Realm felt like hitting an unbreakable, absolute wall!
One million years—no change.
Three million years—the spear intent remained formless.
Five million years...
Seven million years...
Su Yu's consciousness, trapped in this void, was almost driven insane by the mind-numbing monotony of the spear-thrusting motions.
Too hard!
The further cultivation of martial will went, the more time and enlightenment it demanded—at a scale that multiplied geometrically!
Until.
The nine-millionth year.
Crack.
A crisp cracking sound rang out in Su Yu's mind.
That unbreakable wall had finally been chiseled open, bit by bit, by nine million years of dripping persistence. A single crack.
Then—
It shattered completely!
Whoosh—
In the void, that formless, intangible spear intent hidden in the air began to madly converge toward Su Yu's palm!
Compression!
Compress again!
Pure spiritual will, through an overwhelming shift in quantity, finally triggered a transformation in quality!
From void to corporeal!
Hum!
A spear—entirely dark red, as solid as physical matter—suddenly appeared in Su Yu's hand!
This wasn't a weapon condensed from blood qi.
It wasn't a physical object forged from alloy.
This was a pure, condensed entity—a physical spear materialized from formless spear intent, hammered together through sheer force!
The Materialization Realm!
Shwoosh!
Su Yu snapped his eyes open.
In the real-world living room.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Fingers spread slightly.
Hum—
The air twisted violently.
A dark-red spear, two meters long, radiating a suffocating, brutal killing aura, took form directly in his palm!
At the spear tip, cold light flickered.
Just a single wisp of its residual energy shredded the expensive carpet beneath his feet into powder!
"Materializing the formless into the real…"
Su Yu held the heavy spear of spear-intent in his hand, feeling the world-shattering power contained within it.
At the corner of his mouth, a deeply satisfied curve finally appeared.
He actually didn't know the specific realm divisions of spear-intent.
He didn't know what "subtlety" meant, didn't know what "formlessness" meant, and certainly didn't know what "manifestation" meant in the eyes of those old monsters at the Capital Military Academy.
All he knew was—
Right now, he was strong.
Very strong.
So strong that it gave him the illusion that even if he faced that spear department chief Chu Kuang who'd been shouting his head off by the unnamed lake earlier, he'd have the confidence to thrust out a single spear!
"Phew..."
Su Yu slowly released his grip.
The dark red spear instantly dispersed, dissolving back into the intangible spear-intent, lurking dormant within his body.
A violent wave of exhaustion surged over him like a rising tide.
A full ten million years of mental simulation.
Even with the system's protection, that extreme mental expenditure sent sharp, needle-like pains stabbing through his brain.
"This is the limit."
Su Yu massaged his temples.
He glanced at the sky outside the window, which was just beginning to pale with the first light of dawn.
He didn't keep spending money.
There was still one hundred and forty million yuan left in his bank account.
That money, he planned to keep.
Wait until tomorrow, when he formally enrolled, figured out the ins and outs of the Capital Military Academy, and then find a truly top-tier cultivation technique to frantically simulate with the system!
Good steel should be used on the blade's edge.
Su Yu dragged his weary body and flopped straight onto the soft, huge bed.
He didn't even take off his clothes.
The moment his head hit the pillow—
He fell asleep instantly.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
