Opened the app.
Registered.
Facial recognition.
Requested credit limit: ten thousand!
[Ding! Your bank card has been credited: 10,000 yuan.]
His finger swiped across the screen, Su Yu looked at the SMS notification on his phone, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"System!"
"First deduct a thousand, and use it to add points to the Five Element Fist!"
Su Yu issued the command in his mind.
[Deduction successful.]
[One thousand years of Five Element Fist experience has been distributed!]
Whoosh—
Su Yu's brain jolted violently.
Countless images of throwing punches day and night, like frames of film, flashed wildly through his mind!
The opening stance.
Throwing the punch.
The finishing move.
Repetitive, monotonous actions. It was as if he had repeated them millions or tens of millions of times in a trance!
Beginner!
In just a single second, the Five Element Fist reached beginner level!
Proficient!
Expert!
Master!
Ten seconds later, Su Yu's eyes snapped open, and it seemed as if a fierce tiger was roaring within his gaze!
A thousand years of arduous training!
Even a pig could master this basic boxing technique to perfection!
What's more, the system infused him with a state of "absolute perfection" in comprehension!
Every leverage technique of the Five Element Fist, every activation of each muscle fiber, had been deeply etched into his bones, become his second nature!
Not only that.
In the thousand years of deduction and evolution,
Su Yu even broke through the original constraints of the Five Element Fist, perfectly merging the five distinct powers of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth into one!
Comprehended—a brand new fist strike!
"The Five Elements Combined into One..."
Su Yu muttered to himself.
In his cramped rented room, he slowly began to assume a stance.
Without using even a shred of his blood and qi power.
Relying solely on pure physical strength, he suddenly thrust a punch forward!
Boom!
The air let out a strained groan!
In front of his fist, a visible white wave of air formed!
The terrifying force of the punch roared out, instantly shattering a full-length mirror two meters away.
Shards of glass scattered across the floor.
Su Yu slowly withdrew his fist, looking at the mess on the ground. A flicker of shock passed through his eyes.
Too strong!
The power of this punch was definitely beyond the scope of ordinary martial arts skills!
If Zhao Ze were standing in front of him now, he didn't even need to use his martial artist's blood and qi. With just this one punch, he could beat that rich brat so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him!
"Still have nine thousand left."
Su Yu took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart.
He glanced at the balance.
From the ten thousand borrowed through a high-interest loan, a thousand had just been spent, leaving nine thousand.
"Since I'm aiming to get into the top Kyoto Martial Arts University,"
"Since I'm going to compete for the resources beyond the special admission quota,"
"Then I might as well make a huge splash!"
Su Yu's gaze turned utterly mad.
"System!"
"Use all the remaining nine thousand!"
"Pour every bit of it into my cultivation realm!"
[Ding!]
[Deduction successful.]
[Blood and Qi Permanently Increased by 900 points!]
Rumble—!!!
This time, it wasn't a flood.
It was a tsunami!
A volcanic eruption!
Su Yu's body trembled violently.
He gritted his teeth fiercely, struggling not to let out a scream.
The blood vessels in his body bulged one by one, like azure dragons coiled beneath his skin.
His blood and qi values soared!
100 points...
200 points...
500 points...
In the cramped room, the air began to warp.
Invisible waves of force, centered on Su Yu, radiated outward in rings.
The lime on the walls fell in flakes.
The dim light bulb above his head flickered twice under the intense energy fluctuations, then burst with a "crack"!
The room was plunged into complete darkness.
But in the darkness,
Su Yu's body emitted a faint red glow.
It was a sign that the blood and qi had reached such a high density that they were about to burst forth from his body!
Common martial arts knowledge in the Daxia Empire:
10 points of blood and qi: perfect score in the college entrance exam.
100 points of blood and qi: breakthrough to Martial Artist.
And when blood and qi values reach 1000 points...
Blood and qi are like a surging dragon, and inner force can be projected outward!
That is the rank of—Martial Master!
Martial Master level!
A powerhouse at this level, even in a prefecture-level city like Jiangcheng, could establish his own school and become a regional big shot!
Even the mayor of Jiangcheng would have to respectfully address him as "Master" upon meeting him.
And now,
An eighteen-year-old high school senior,
Was charging towards this realm, one that countless people looked up to, for his final sprint!
"Break through!"
Su Yu let out a silent roar in his heart.
Boom!
An invisible shackle within his body seemed to shatter completely!
1000 points of blood and qi!
Breakthrough!
Martial Master realm!
The violent blood and qi power instantly retracted, all flowing back into Su Yu's body.
The room returned to a deathly silence.
Only the steady, powerful thumping of Su Yu's heart echoed in the darkness, like the beat of a war drum.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
After a long time,
Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.
The darkness was no longer an obstacle; he could clearly see every corner of the room.
He stood up.
His whole body was sticky, emitting a foul odor.
This was the result of nine thousand years of cultivation energy being pumped into his body, once again washing his marrow and cutting his impurities as they were expelled.
Su Yu walked into the cramped bathroom, turned on the cold water, and let the icy stream wash over his body.
After washing away the filth,
In the mirror, he saw a nearly perfect physique.
The muscle lines weren't exaggerated, but every inch contained explosive power.
His eyes were deep as an abyss, revealing a cold detachment that came from having endured countless ages.
Su Yu clenched his fist.
He felt the earth-shattering power within his body.
He was a Martial Master now.
A Martial Master at only eighteen!
Looking across the entire Jiangcheng, he was absolutely unprecedented and would likely have no successor!
But...
Su Yu frowned slightly.
"I broke through too fast in succession."
"I don't have a clear understanding of my own current strength at all."
The Daxia Empire was too vast.
The top Kyoto Martial Arts University gathered the most monstrous talents from across the country.
Those children of wealthy and powerful families, who had dined on high-grade exotic beast meat since childhood and drank top-tier natural treasures like water—how powerful were they?
Where would his current strength rank in this year's national college entrance exam?
Top ten?
Top three?
Or... first?
"Forget it, no use thinking too much."
Su Yu dried his body and changed into a clean set of old clothes.
"I'll find out after the practical exam in three days."
He walked to the window,
And pulled open the tattered curtain.
Outside, the night sky was brilliant with stars.
Su Yu looked at the neon lights of the bustling center of Jiangcheng in the distance, his gaze flickering.
Bathroom.
Water droplets trickled down the sharply defined contours of Su Yu's muscles.
After his shower, walking out of the bathroom, he didn't go to rest immediately.
Instead, he pulled out the chair at his old desk—one leg missing, propped up with a few books—and sat down calmly.
On the desk was a pile of review materials for the high school senior arts track.
Su Yu opened the topmost book, Modern Martial Arts History of the Daxia Empire.
Even after just undergoing the infusion of nine thousand years of cultivation energy, and even though his blood and qi had terrifyingly surpassed 1000 points, formally stepping into the Martial Master realm that countless people looked upon with reverence,
He still hadn't forgotten his original plan.
There were three days left until the college entrance exam.
He had to get a perfect score in the arts subjects.
In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, martial power was the foundation, but intelligence and knowledge were equally indispensable weapons.
What’s more, he had always been an extremely disciplined man.
His eyes swept across the pages.
Su Yu was momentarily stunned.
He realized that the dense lines of text and dates in the book, even with just a single glance, were etched into his mind like the imprint of a steel seal.
An unforgettable memory!
“A breakthrough in qi and blood to over 1000 points... it’s not just a transformation of the physical body—the development of the brain has also achieved a qualitative leap, hasn’t it…”
Su Yu murmured softly.
This was an unexpected pleasant surprise.
The lessons that would once have required two to three hours of late-night review were now completely imprinted in his mind in less than ten minutes, and he could even draw inferences from each point.
Closing the book.
Su Yu switched off the desk lamp.
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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】
