We Go to Report for Registration

No howling wind.

No surging vital energy.

Everything was eerily calm.

But.

In the very instant the dark-red light converged.

Crack! Crack!

The enormous floor-to-ceiling bulletproof glass in the living room—unable to withstand the invisible sharp force—burst into a web of countless fine, spider-like cracks!

The next moment.

The light solidified.

A spear over two meters long, solid as physical matter, dark red in color.

Materialized in Su Yu’s hand!

The spear tip pointed straight at the ground.

Along the shaft, one could clearly see intricate, archaic, and mysterious patterns.

This was not a phantom condensed from vital energy.

This was pure will, made manifest from the ethereal into the real!

Silence.

The entrance hall of the apartment fell into deathly stillness.

Lin Xiaoxiao’s face, which was still carrying a hint of pride and playful mockery, froze completely solid the instant she laid eyes on the dark-red spear in Su Yu’s hand.

Her eyes widened, bit by bit.

Her pupils contracted violently.

Her lips parted slightly, but not a sound escaped.

She stared fixedly at the spear in Su Yu’s hand.

Then she lowered her head and looked at the priceless Martial Emperor grade weapon “Abyssal Dragon” in its box.

Under the absolute pressure radiating from Su Yu’s dark-red spear, the Abyssal Dragon spear in its box let out an extremely faint trembling tone—like a mournful whimper!

Ten thousand weapons, brought to submission!

“This…”

A full half minute passed.

Only then did Lin Xiaoxiao manage to swallow a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty.

Her voice trembled beyond recognition.

“This is…”

“Materialization?!”

The last two words were practically shouted from the back of her throat!

Su Yu watched Lin Xiaoxiao’s expression, as if she had just seen a ghost.

He was slightly taken aback.

He casually dispersed the spear of will in his hand.

The pressure in the air vanished instantly.

“Materialization?”

Su Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone calm as he asked.

“What realm is that?”

He genuinely had no idea.

Last night, all he had done was sink money into the system, and it had simulated a million years, forcibly compressing the thing into a solid form.

As for what it was called in the martial arts world, he hadn’t the slightest clue.

Seeing Su Yu wear that casual, carefree, even slightly confused innocent expression, Lin Xiaoxiao felt a surge of blood rushing straight to her skull!

She inhaled deeply.

Her chest heaved violently.

She grabbed her own hair with both hands, barely resisting the urge to lunge at him and bite this bastard to death!

“You don’t know?!”

Lin Xiaoxiao’s voice shot up an octave, staring at him like he was a monster.

“You brought it into existence, and you don’t even know what materialization is?!”

“Do you have any idea how weapon will realms are ranked?!”

Gritting her teeth, Lin Xiaoxiao began to explain.

“Martial will is incredibly hard to even begin to grasp.”

“After you step through the door, the first realm is called ‘Minute Precision’! It allows you to completely restrain your will, leaking not a single trace—plucking flowers or flicking leaves alike can kill!”

“The second realm is called ‘Formless’! Your will detaches from the physical body, and with a single thought, you can kill from the void—impossible to defend against!”

“And the third…”

Lin Xiaoxiao pointed at Su Yu’s hand, her finger trembling.

“Is the ‘Materialization’ you just pulled off!”

“Will that interferes with reality, turning the ethereal into the physical!”

“That’s a supreme realm that only the rarest of top-tier martial artists, having gone through mountains of corpses and seas of blood and accumulated centuries of experience, could ever hope to touch!”

“My grandfather barely managed to grasp the threshold of materialization at the age of one hundred and twenty!”

The more she spoke, the more devastated she became.

She stared hard at Su Yu.

“If I remember correctly,” she said.

“Yesterday afternoon, you had just comprehended Soul-Suppressing Spear Will by Weiming Lake, didn’t you?”

“That’s not even twenty-four hours total!”

“And now, this morning, you just skipped right past Minute Precision, skipped Formless, and went straight to giving me a full-blown Materialization?!”

Lin Xiaoxiao took another deep breath.

Her clear, beautiful eyes were filled with a profound sense of helplessness.

“Kid…”

“Are you even human?”

“Does this make sense? Is this reasonable?!”

Faced with Lin Xiaoxiao’s furious rant,

Su Yu stood there.

His expression still deep and calm.

But in his mind, everything suddenly clicked.

“So that’s it.”

“A million years of system simulation with money on top skipped right past Minute Precision and Formless, straight to the third realm.”

“No wonder I felt this thing’s killing power was a bit terrifying.”

Su Yu mentally calculated.

A million yuan for a realm that top-tier martial artists would need centuries to achieve.

This trade—a massive win.

On the surface, however,

Su Yu remained completely composed.

And casually let out four words.

“I had a realization.”

“I’ll realize your head!” Lin Xiaoxiao completely lost it and dropped the profanity.

She hammered her fist hard against Su Yu’s shoulder.

But that bit of force, landing on Su Yu’s physiques of one thousand points of vital energy, was about as effective as an itch.

Lin Xiaoxiao let out a long sigh.

This kid’s talent was simply monstrous!

She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.

“Alright.”

Lin Xiaoxiao shot him a look of exasperation and pointed at the metal box on the floor.

“Sure, you’ve comprehended materialization, and your will is strong enough to condense into a solid form.”

“But pure will burns up incredibly fast, and it can’t carry the thousand points of Martial Master vital energy inside you.”

“This Abyssal Dragon spear, you still have to take it.”

“A physical weapon combined with materialized spear will—stack them together—and that’s how you unleash maximum killing power.”

With complete arrogance, Lin Xiaoxiao grabbed the spear out of the box and shoved it into Su Yu’s arms.

“Take it!”

“No refusing!”

Su Yu gripped the Abyssal Dragon spear.

The touch was icy cold, weighty.

A feeling as if the weapon were connected to his own blood surged through him.

It really was a fine spear.

“Thank you.”

Su Yu no longer tried to decline, and thanked her sincerely.

“Don’t thank me yet.”

Lin Xiaoxiao clapped her hands, and her expression suddenly turned serious.

She looked at Su Yu, with hints of coldness in her voice.

“I came to find you this early, aside from bringing you the spear, I also have something important to tell you.”

“The news of you being made a Special Freshman yesterday has already exploded across the internal forum of the Capital Martial Arts University.”

Lin Xiaoxiao furrowed her brows.

“The tallest tree in the forest gets torn down by the wind.”

“Those prodigies at the Capital Martial Arts University—each one looks down their nose at everyone else. There’s no way they’ll passively watch some freshman lord it over them.”

“Who?” Su Yu said calmly.

“The first one is Chen Feng.”

Disgust flashed through Lin Xiaoxiao’s eyes.

“A sophomore from the Combat School. Three thousand points of vital energy.”

“The Chen family is one of the subsidiary families of my Lin family. This guy has been clinging to me like a piece of bubblegum.”

“He heard yesterday that you arrived in the capital with me.”

“Combine that with you taking the title of Special Freshman.”

“He’s already put the word out among the sophomore crowd, saying that today at freshman registration, he’s going to teach you—this ‘country bumpkin’ from Jiangcheng—his place.”

Su Yu gave a slight nod.

A entitled rich kid picking a fight over jealousy.

Classic cliché.

“Minor issue.”

“The other one, though, is the real problem.”

Lin Xiaoxiao’s expression became extremely grave.

“Junior-year student council vice president, ranked third on the Peerless List—Lu Tianzong!”

“A Half-Step Grandmaster with eight thousand points of vital energy!”

“He has idolized the War God Principal since childhood. He believes you have stained the honor of the Special Freshman title.”

"He already sent word through someone last night."

"Today, he wants to measure your weight personally by the banks of Weiming Lake."

Lin Xiaoxiao let out a sigh.

"I was so anxious I couldn't sleep all night, thinking about how I'd use the Lin family's connections today to forcefully suppress both matters."

"After all, you just arrived—even if you are a martial artist with a thousand points of blood qi, the gap between you and upperclassmen with three thousand or even eight thousand points is just too huge."

At that point.

Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped.

She raised her head.

Her gaze was complicated as she glanced at Su Yu, then at the Abyssal Dragon Spear in his hand.

In her mind, she once again recalled the spear intent that had materialized moments ago, a form capable of tearing even the air itself apart.

"But then..."

A smile curled at the corner of Lin Xiaoxiao's lips.

The worry and urgency from before vanished in an instant.

What replaced it was a strong sense of watching a show unfold.

And even a trace of sympathy for the two who were about to come looking for trouble.

"But then what?" Su Yu asked.

"Nothing."

Lin Xiaoxiao turned around and pushed open the door.

Her ponytail traced a cheerful arc in the morning sunlight.

"I just suddenly feel—"

"They're probably in for it."

She looked back and flashed Su Yu a dazzling smile.

"Let's go, Special Freshman."

"Time to check in."

"Time to teach the seniors at Jingwu a lesson or two."