"Principal, it's absolutely true."
"His name is Su Yu, and he's from Jiangcheng."
"He just arrived at Jingwu for registration yesterday, and today, by the shores of Weiming Lake, he defeated Chen Feng, a sophomore, in a single strike."
Upon hearing the name Chen Feng, the corner of the One-Eyed Old Man's eye twitched violently.
Chen Feng!
He remembered him all too well!
At last year's National Freshman Exchange Tournament, this Chen Feng had shone brilliantly with his bizarre and unpredictable Heaven-tier spiritual martial art.
He had fought his way through one opponent after another, brutally advancing all the way to an outstanding second-place finish!
Even several top geniuses from Magic Martial had suffered heavy losses at his hands.
But now...
This peerless prodigy, who had trained a full year longer than Su Yu...
Was actually defeated in one move?!
He didn't even have a chance to fight back!
"Materialized spear intent..."
The One-Eyed Old Man slammed his palm onto the solid alloy office desk.
BANG!
A deep handprint instantly appeared on the surface of the desk.
"Damn it, this is MATERIALIZED SPEAR INTENT!"
"That old bastard Nie Changkong — where the hell did he dig up a monster like this?!"
Materialized spear intent at eighteen years old.
As the principal, he knew exactly what that meant.
As long as the kid didn't die prematurely, he was destined to become an invincible war god who would dominate an entire era!
"Is there still hope for the exchange tournament?"
The One-Eyed Old Man fell silent.
Originally, this year, Magic Martial had produced a Natural Fiend Body — a once-in-a-century occurrence. He had believed they could grind Jingwu into the dirt at the exchange tournament.
And win back all the face they had lost last year.
But now, the sudden emergence of Su Yu was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down ruthlessly on Magic Martial's head!
"Go."
The One-Eyed Old Man took a deep breath.
"Bring me Shen Wudao!"
Moments later.
The door to the office was pushed open.
A bone-chilling, icy fiend aura instantly swept through the entire room.
Even the temperature of the air dropped by more than ten degrees.
A young man dressed in a black trench coat, with a pale face and a hint of eerie strangeness, walked in slowly.
A dim, dark-red glow flickered deep within his eyes.
Shen Wudao.
Magic Martial's top special recruit this year. The Natural Fiend Body!
"Principal, you wanted to see me?"
Shen Wudao's voice was cold, carrying none of the reverence expected from a freshman.
The One-Eyed Old Man ignored his attitude and pointed directly at the holographic projection on the desk.
"Take a look at this."
Shen Wudao stepped forward, his gaze landing on the projected image.
In the image, Su Yu condensed a dark-red materialized long spear out of thin air and pierced through Chen Feng's spiritual defense with a single thrust.
Overwhelming and devastating.
After watching the entire sequence, Shen Wudao's face showed no sign of shock.
Instead, the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer of youthful arrogance.
"Materialized spear intent?"
"Interesting."
"But that's about all it is."
The One-Eyed Old Man frowned.
"Don't underestimate him!"
"That's martial will at the materialization stage! Even many grandmasters and great grandmasters can't even touch the threshold of that realm!"
"Chen Feng's three thousand points of vital energy couldn't even survive a single blow in front of him!"
Shen Wudao turned around.
His pale face exuded absolute, unshakable arrogance.
"Principal."
"It won't be a problem."
Shen Wudao slowly raised his right hand.
HWOOOOM —!
A wave of physical black fiend aura instantly coalesced in his palm, forming a twisted skull.
"My Natural Fiend Body is about to be fully activated!"
"In at most half a month..."
"By the time of the freshman exchange tournament, my combat power will be no weaker than a grandmaster's!"
Grandmaster!
The moment those words left his mouth, the very air in the office seemed to freeze solid.
A grandmaster. Over ten thousand points of vital energy!
For context...
In the history of the freshman exchange tournament, freshmen who reached even a thousand points of vital energy were few and far between!
Every single year, if a single freshman reached the martial master realm, it was enough to cause a nationwide sensation.
And Shen Wudao...
He was claiming he would push his combat power all the way to a level comparable to a grandmaster with over ten thousand vital energy points... BEFORE the exchange tournament?!
"Over ten thousand points of vital energy."
Shen Wudao crushed the black fiend-aura skull in his hand with a single squeeze.
A cruel light flashed in his eyes.
"So what if that kid has materialized spear intent?"
"In the face of absolute power, all flashy tricks are just paper tigers!"
"Ten thousand vital energy points, plus my fiend body and Magic Martial's top-tier cultivation techniques."
"That's more than enough for me to crush him in every conceivable way!"
Hearing these arrogant yet utterly confident words, the worry in the One-Eyed Old Man's eyes finally began to fade.
Replaced by a gleam of ruthless determination.
"Excellent!"
The One-Eyed Old Man nodded heavily.
"Go back and train hard. The school's resource vault is fully open to you!"
"Ask for anything, and you'll get it!"
"I have only one requirement."
The One-Eyed Old Man's single eye blazed with murderous intent.
"At the exchange tournament."
"In front of the entire national media..."
"Personally, break that kid's spear intent with your own hands!"
"Sever his aura of invincibility!"
Shen Wudao let out a cold laugh.
"Consider it done."
...
Meanwhile.
Downtown, Kyoto.
The Great Xia Empire's First United Bank, Top-Tier VIP Reception Room.
Su Yu sat on a leather sofa, calmly sipping tea.
Before long, a branch manager walked in, drenched in sweat, holding a black crystal card in his hand.
"Mr. Su, sorry for the wait."
The manager's tone was filled with extreme deference, even a hint of fear.
He glanced at the dark-gold "Elite Freshman" badge on Su Yu's chest, representing Jingwu.
"The one hundred and forty million dragon coins in your account have all been prepared for you."
Su Yu nodded.
He had withdrawn all the cash from his card.
He urgently needed to boost his strength right now. This money was exactly what he needed as fuel for his spending spree before the ten billion arrived.
"And the items?" Su Yu asked.
The manager quickly waved his hand.
Several burly bank security guards struggled to push three heavy-duty carts into the room.
On the carts, a dozen or so massive black alloy safes were neatly stacked.
"It's all here. Unregistered bulk cash."
To avoid large transfers drawing the attention of Jingwu's higher-ups or the Lin family, and exposing his system, withdrawing physical cash was the safest approach.
Su Yu stood up.
He walked over to the carts.
Over a thousand pounds of weight was as light as a feather to his martial-master physique of a thousand vital energy points.
He lifted several safes with one hand, as easily as if they were empty lunchboxes.
Under the stunned, bewildered gazes of the manager and the security guards, Su Yu loaded the dozen giant safes into a rented heavy-duty off-road vehicle.
One stomp on the gas pedal, and he was gone.
He did have the spatial ring Liu Ruyan had given him, but it had only a few cubic meters of space. Far too small for this.
Half an hour later.
Near Jingwu, a luxurious sprawling penthouse apartment.
BANG!
The heavy apartment door slammed shut.
Su Yu stacked all the alloy safes in the middle of the spacious living room.
CLICK.
CLICK.
One by one, the safes were opened.
Stack after stack of fresh banknotes, smelling of fresh ink, piled up like a small mountain, covering the entire carpet.
A sea of red.
An overwhelming visual impact.
Su Yu sat cross-legged in the center of the pile of cash.
Within his deep, profound eyes, a flicker of fierce intensity burned.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
