Facing Chen Feng's provocation,
Su Yu stood still.
His deep eyes held not a trace of emotion.
He didn't even bother to assume any defensive stance.
Instead, with a casual air, he raised his right hand.
His five fingers spread slightly.
Woooosh—!
At that moment, the air twisted violently.
A pure, suffocating dark-red glow rapidly converged in the palm of Su Yu's hand.
No blood-energy leaked outward.
No gale-force winds howled.
A spear—two meters long, solid as if forged from reality itself—materialized in his grasp!
Its tip angled toward the ground.
It radiated a ruthless, bone-chilling killing intent.
Chen Feng froze for a moment.
He stared hard at the dark-red spear in Su Yu's hand.
His brow furrowed slightly.
Because his cultivation level was insufficient, and he had never comprehended any form of martial will,
he couldn't tell what in the world that thing was.
He simply assumed it was some special martial art Su Yu had condensed from blood-energy.
"Blood-energy manifestation?" Chen Feng sneered aloud, contempt dripping from his eyes.
"All flash, no substance!"
"Without the demon-slaying property of the Abyssal Dragon Spear, your pathetic little technique is nothing but a sheet of paper against my mental power!"
He showed no fear whatsoever.
He even thought Su Yu was just struggling in his death throes.
Down below, the students buzzed with chatter.
"That martial art does look pretty cool!"
"Summoning a weapon directly from blood-energy? Feels like it could pack a serious punch!"
"So what if it looks cool? Can it beat a Heaven-grade mental energy technique?"
"Hard to say—there's still that two-thousand-point gap in blood-energy."
"Let's just watch. I bet Su Yu doesn't last three seconds."
The freshmen whispered among themselves, clearly not giving the weaponless Su Yu much of a chance.
On the elevated platform, however,
the Spear Department Head, Chu Kuang was stunned.
Completely stunned.
His sharp, eagle-like eyes, the moment they fell upon the dark-red spear in Su Yu's hand,
bulged wide!
His eyeballs nearly popped clean out of their sockets!
"This..." Chu Kuang's throat emitted an extremely strained gulping sound.
He gripped the alloy railing at the edge of the platform with white-knuckled force.
CRACK!
Five finger-shaped dents were crushed into the hardened alloy.
"What the hell is this..." Chu Kuang's voice trembled, even taking on a sobbing edge.
"Is that SPEAR WILL?!?!"
He had practiced the spear his entire life.
He had crawled through piles of corpses for the better part of his years.
Enduring countless hardships, suffering endless wounds,
only barely managing to polish his spear will to the "subtle entry" level.
He knew better than anyone how brutally difficult martial will was to cultivate!
It was pure spiritual transcendence!
But now—what was he seeing?!
Turning from the formless into the tangible!
Manifesting into reality itself!
That thing wasn't some blood-energy-condensed martial art. It was the pure, physical embodiment of spiritual will!
"Condensed form?!" Chu Kuang felt his mind buzzing into a complete mess.
His worldview shattered into dust in that instant.
"Isn't this spear will a little too refined?!"
"Isn't the level a little too high?!"
Chu Kuang roared internally.
Yesterday afternoon, this kid had only just grasped a faint spark of insight by Weiming Lake!
All told, it hadn't even been twenty-four hours!
In one single day,
he skipped subtle entry, skipped formless will,
and went straight to manifestation?!
I've practiced the spear my whole life—was it all drilled straight into a dog's gut?!
At the edge of the arena,
the Martial Emperor-level powerhouse and Vice Principal, Nie Changkong.
He had been standing with his hands behind his back, wearing an expression of profound inscrutability, fully prepared to watch Su Yu get humbled.
At this moment,
all traces of his composure vanished without a trace.
Nie Changkong sucked in a sharp breath.
His deep gaze locked unwaveringly onto the dark-red spear in Su Yu's hand.
His chest heaved violently.
"Manifested spear will..." Nie Changkong murmured under his breath, his voice carrying an undeniable tremor.
He felt his own face burning with an acute sting.
He had just been spouting off, claiming Su Yu needed to taste hardship, needed a dose of setback,
saying the young shouldn't be blindly arrogant and ought to learn a little respect.
And then?
This kid wasn't arrogant at all!
This kid possessed overwhelming, absolute crushing power!
"A true prodigy..." Nie Changkong let out a bitter chuckle, a trace of self-mockery flickering in his eyes.
"Doesn't need any trials at all!"
I've lived for so many years, seen countless monsters beyond measure.
But a freak like Su Yu—an eighteen-year-old who comprehended manifested will—was beyond anything I've ever heard of!
Even that famed Feng Wuji—the one stationed at the Northern Frontier Abyss, hailed as the God of War of the Great Xia Nation—our very own Principal—had only barely scraped the threshold of formless will when he was past thirty!
And even now, Feng Wuji's spear will was only at the peak of manifestation—half a step from transcendental clarity!
This kid!
This kid!!!
Nie Changkong's heart pounded furiously.
A wild, uncontrollable joy at having unearthed a peerless treasure flooded over him.
Shock.
Unmatched, unparalleled shock!
Jingwu Academy had just struck gold—a divine prodigy capable of dominating an entire era!
On the arena stage,
Chen Feng had no clue that the higher-ups on the platform had already had their worldviews shattered into rubble.
All he knew was that Su Yu no longer had a weapon.
This was his perfect chance to wash away his shame and reclaim his dignity!
"Die!" Chen Feng roared, his hands flashing through seals.
The Astra Severing Blade!
Three thousand points of blood-energy converted without reserve into formless, invisible spikes of mental energy,
sharp enough to shred souls.
They tore straight toward Su Yu's brow!
This time, he poured everything he had into it.
He was determined to cripple this arrogant freshman for good!
Facing the fatal strike,
Su Yu moved.
He didn't dodge.
A cold glint flashed through his deep eyes.
The dark-red spear in his hand gave a single, faint thrust forward.
Woooosh—!
The next instant,
Chen Feng felt his world shift.
The bustling grounds around him, the shouting students, the mentors on the platform—
all of it vanished!
He was plunged into a blood-red wasteland.
The air reeked of suffocating, metallic blood.
And in this world,
there was only ONE spear!
A single spear, towering from earth to sky, radiating boundless slaughter and annihilation—a spear of dark red!
That spear, carrying an overbearing force that crushed everything in its path,
pierced straight through his mental defenses.
Demolishing all!
Crushing all beneath it!
Chen Feng's pride, his Heaven-grade mental energy technique,
was less than a speck of dust before that spear!
"NO—!!!" Chen Feng let out a despairing scream within the mental world.
SWISH.
Back in reality,
every illusion vanished in an instant.
The howling winds came to a halt.
Chen Feng snapped his eyes open.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body.
He stood frozen stiff,
not daring to move a single finger.
Because—
Su Yu's dark-red spear was resting perfectly steady against his throat.
The spear tip's licking edge had already pierced his skin.
With just a single thought from Su Yu,
he would be separated from his own head!
Defeated.
Defeated with absolutely no suspense.
In fact—
even more swiftly, even more completely, than when he'd held the Abyssal Dragon Spear!
The students below were completely dumbfounded.
The entire shoreline of Weiming Lake fell into a deathly silence.
"What just happened?"
"How did Chen Feng suddenly freeze like that?"
"What kind of martial art IS that?! It instantly crushed even a Heaven-grade mental technique?!"
Among the crowd,
several top upperclassmen, juniors and seniors, were already weak in the knees, their teeth chattering.
They stared fixedly at the long spear in Su Yu's hand, their voices dripping with boundless terror.
"That's not martial arts..."
"That's... manifested spear intent!!!"
The moment those words left their mouths.
The entire arena erupted into chaos!
Everyone looked at Su Yu on the stage as if he were a monster.
Manifested spear intent at eighteen!
The weight of this top-tier freshman kept climbing higher and higher.
Climbing to a level that made people despair.
At the very front of the crowd.
Lin Xiaoxiao watched the dazzling young man on the stage.
A brilliantly bright smile bloomed on her pure, beautiful face.
She clenched her little fist tightly.
From the bottom of her heart, she felt proud and happy for Su Yu.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
