Recharge Nine Million More

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.