Su Yu raised his hand, and a flash of light flickered in his palm.
A jade slip radiating an ancient golden aura appeared in his hand.
Top-tier Earth-grade internal cultivation method — the Taixu Sourceblood Art.
Unbidden, Su Yu's mind flashed back to the top floor of the Jingwu Library, where Vice Principal Nie Changkong's stern, almost warning face had stared him down.
“This internal method is exceptionally tyrannical!”
“In the past thirty years, seven peerless geniuses at Jingwu forcibly cultivated it—five shattered their meridians, and two exploded on the spot!”
“One misstep, and your qi and blood will reverse, killing you beyond salvation!”
Recalling those words, a faint smile tugged at the corner of Su Yu's mouth.
Tyrannical?
Exploding?
Shattered meridians?
Su Yu glanced at the golden jade slip in his hand and let out a light chuckle.
“That's because they were too short on time.”
On the path of martial arts, one fights heaven for every extra breath.
Those so-called peerless geniuses tried to forcibly tame a top-tier Earth-grade tyrannical method in just a few years, or even a few months.
They wanted to force a qualitative leap in their qi and blood in the shortest possible span.
That was like trying to cram a raging river into a fragile water pipe.
Of course it was dangerous.
But.
He was different.
Time was the one thing he never lacked.
“System,” Su Yu called out silently in his mind.
“Top up.”
“Ten million!”
Buzz—!
The moment his command was issued,
the mountain of red banknotes stacked around him, taking up half the living room, seemed to be erased by some invisible force.
A full ten million Dragon Coins in cash—gone, evaporated into thin air!
It dissolved into specks of light, fading into the atmosphere.
Not even a trace of ash remained.
Then, that familiar, cold, yet infinitely reassuring mechanical voice rang out in Su Yu's mind right on schedule.
[Ding!]
[Top-up successful.]
[Ten million Dragon Coins deducted. Converted into ten million years of cultivation.]
Ten million years!
That was a span of time so vast that any martial arts expert would feel despair—so immense they couldn't even comprehend the concept.
How long had human history been?
How long had the martial era even lasted?
Yet Su Yu was now holding ten million years of time in his grasp.
“Inject all ten million years of cultivation…“
”into the Taixu Sourceblood Art!”
Without a moment's hesitation, Su Yu issued the command.
Crack!
The golden jade slip in his hand instantly covered itself in cracks.
Then it transformed into a brilliant golden stream of light and shot directly into his brow!
Boom!
Su Yu felt a thunderous vibration deep in his brain.
The very next second,
his consciousness was yanked out of the real world by an irresistible force,
plunging into an endless, absolutely still, pitch-black void.
The System's simulation space.
Here, time stretched infinitely.
Here, he would spend ten million long years.
In the void,
Su Yu sat cross-legged.
The mysteries of the Taixu Sourceblood Art detonated in his mind like a vast ocean of stars.
Countless obscure scriptures, cultivation pathways, and qi-blood circulation techniques were forcibly branded into the depths of his memory by the System.
The core of this technique boiled down to four words—
Plunder!
Compress!
It demanded the cultivator forge a whirlpool of qi and blood called "Taixu" deep within their dantian.
This whirlpool was like a miniature black hole.
It would ruthlessly devour every bit of qi and blood in the body—crushing, refining, then re-condensing it!
To finish that process—
wait, that line got cut in the OCR. Let me continue from the original flow.
It would ruthlessly devour all the qi and blood in the body, grinding it down, purifying it, and restructuring it!
During this process, qi and blood would surge through the meridians like boiling magma, colliding violently with every pulse.
Each full circulation cycle was a brutal tear at the limits of both flesh and willpower.
No wonder Nie Changkong said this technique would make people explode.
This method of cultivation was practically suicide!
But.
When the System stretched this technique across a timeline of ten million years to simulate it—
everything changed.
Year one.
Only the faintest seed of a "Taixu" whirlpool formed in Su Yu's dantian.
Qi and blood began to be drawn in.
The agony that should have violently shredded his meridians, slowed by the infinite dilation of time,
reduced to a barely perceptible warmth.
Year one hundred and one.
Qi and blood completed their first full major cycle through the meridians.
No tearing.
No explosion.
Only a comfort like soaking in a hot spring, spreading through every limb and bone.
“This feeling…” Su Yu, seated in the void, was so relaxed he almost moaned aloud.
“Absolutely blissful.”
The hellish torment those peerless geniuses experienced? In Su Yu's case, it turned into a ten-million-year, top-tier spa session.
Year ten thousand.
The "Taixu" whirlpool fully took shape.
Su Yu's natural talent began to pay off.
One year, raise qi and blood by 0.1 points.
Ten thousand years—that's a thousand points!
His qi and blood climbed steadily from one thousand points to two thousand.
Year one million.
Qi and blood broke past the hundred-thousand mark!
One hundred thousand qi and blood! That's the threshold of a Grand Master!
Out in the outside world, countless martial artists could spend their entire lives and never cross that chasm.
But Su Yu? He just took a comfortable nap in the void.
His qi and blood surged onward like a breached dam.
Year five million.
Qi and blood hit five hundred thousand!
The Taixu Sourceblood Art had been simulated to an extremely profound level.
Su Yu's body, washed day after day, year after year by the flow of qi and blood, began a qualitative transformation.
His bones gradually took on a faint, dark golden sheen.
His muscle fibers became a hundred times tougher than high-grade alloy.
Each heartbeat pounded like a war drum, sending visible ripples through the void.
Year ten million!
Boom—!!!
A colossal, world-splitting roar erupted in the void!
Su Yu snapped his eyes open.
From his deep pupils, two beams of tangible, golden divine light shot forth, tearing straight through the darkness before him!
Ten million years of simulation—finished.
Whoosh.
Consciousness returned to reality.
Inside the ultra-luxury penthouse apartment,
Su Yu still sat cross-legged in that mountain of cash.
In the real world, only one second had passed.
But inside Su Yu, something terrifying had fundamentally changed!
“Hah…”
Su Yu slowly exhaled a stale breath.
That breath, like a white blade, pierced straight through the leather sofa backrest two meters in front of him!
He lowered his head, feeling that vast, ocean-like, terrifying power inside him that felt ready to burst the heavens apart.
Qi and blood: one million points!
0.1 per year.
Ten million years—a full one million points of qi and blood!
What did that mean?
Breaking ten thousand was a Master.
Breaking one hundred thousand was a Grand Master.
And breaking one million—
That was a Martial Spirit!
A Martial Spirit-level powerhouse—someone capable of suppressing an entire region and serving as a legion commander on the outer battlefield!
An eighteen-year-old freshman,
in the span of a single second,
had jumped straight from early Martial Master across two entire major realms—Master and Grand Master—
and bulldozed his way to the Martial Spirit realm!
If Nie Changkong found out, he would probably have a heart attack on the spot.
But.
This wasn't the end.
With a flip of his wrist,
Su Yu took a delicate jade bottle from the storage space of his tactical terminal.
It was the seventh-grade spiritual medicine granted to him by Nie Changkong—Marrow Nourishing Blood Essence.
It was said to contain an extremely vast and violent energy — even a single lick would cause an ordinary martial artist to bleed from all seven orifices.
Su Yu pulled out the cork.
Without any hesitation,
he tilted his head back and drank the entire bottle of Blood Marrow Essence in one go!
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.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
