Boom!
The spirit medicine flowed down his throat.
In an instant, it transformed into a torrent of scorching magma, surging wildly down his esophagus and flooding into his stomach.
Then, it exploded with a thunderous blast!
A medicinal force so immense it was suffocating, like a runaway stallion, tried to rampage recklessly through Su Yu's body.
“Suppress!”
Su Yu's gaze sharpened.
Deep within his dantian, the "Void Taiji Vortex"—which had been deduced over ten million years and had reached the realm of perfect completion—suddenly began spinning in reverse!
Hum—!
An irresistible devouring force instantly dragged all that raging medicinal energy into the vortex.
Crack! Crack!
Like a millstone crushing soybeans, the sound echoed from within his body.
In less than three seconds.
That seventh-tier spirit medicine, potent enough to burst a Grandmaster apart, was completely tamed and absorbed by the Void Origin Blood Art!
Su Yu's qi and blood value climbed upward once more!
One million and ten thousand!
One million and twenty thousand!
One million and thirty thousand!
Finally, it settled steadily at a terrifying value of one hundred and three ten-thousands!
"Next."
"This is the true core of the Void Origin Blood Art."
Su Yu took a deep breath.
A qi and blood value of one hundred and three ten-thousands was immense, but it was too bloated.
Like a giant wad of cotton—large in volume, yet limited in lethality.
What the Void Origin Blood Art aimed to do was compress that wad of cotton into a steel pellet of astonishing density!
"Compress!"
Su Yu let out a low mental command.
The Void Taiji Vortex in his dantian instantly spun up to its maximum speed!
Rumble!
The blood within Su Yu's body began to boil violently.
That surge of qi and blood, which had once filled every meridian like a vast ocean, began to shrink at a visible rate under the frantic compression of the Void Taiji Vortex!
Nine hundred thousand!
Seven hundred thousand!
Four hundred thousand!
Two hundred thousand!
Finally.
That immense surge of qi and blood was forcibly compressed down to exactly one hundred thousand points!
A tenfold compression!
Su Yu's eyes snapped open.
The qi and blood fluctuations radiating from his body rapidly subsided.
From that suffocating Martial Spirit-level pressure, he plummeted down to the threshold of the Grandmaster realm.
One hundred thousand qi and blood.
Judging by appearance or instrument detection alone, he nowlooked like nothing more than a martial artist who had just stepped into the Grandmaster level.
But.
Only Su Yu himself knew just how terrifying the quality of those one hundred thousand qi and blood truly was!
He lowered his gaze to his wrist.
Through his translucent skin, he could clearly see.
The blood flowing through his veins was no longer bright red.
Instead, it had transformed into a dark crimson, viscous and heavy—like liquid mercury—a crystalline form of blood!
Every single drop carried an explosive force capable of shattering mountains and rocks!
Solid to the core!
His foundation was stabilized to an almost absurd degree!
With the Void Origin Blood Art perfected to the peak of completion.
This supreme technique of the Heaven-tier upper class finally revealed its true fangs to Su Yu.
Beyond the freakish tenfold compression and purification.
The two core mysteries inherent to the art, like natural instincts, were deeply etched into Su Yu's mind!
The first awakening was named "Void Taiji Sovereign Body."
Su Yu could feel with absolute clarity that his physical body had received a near hundredfold terrifying amplification!
His current defense surpassed even that of Martial Spirit-level exotic beasts!
As long as his crystalized qi and blood did not run dry, this invisible sovereign body would never be broken, and it could even directly immunize him against the vast majority of mental and poison-type negative attacks!
The second awakening was known as "Origin Blood, Unceasing."
Su Yu looked inward at his dantian, gazing at that profound Void Taiji Vortex.
As long as this vortex did not extinguish, the vitality of his physical body would reach an inconceivable extreme. Even severed limbs regrowing or shattered internal organs could be forcibly restructured and repaired in the blink of an eye!
Feeling these two mighty abilities—as natural as breathing, yet domineering to the extreme—surging within him.
A deeply satisfied gleam flickered across Su Yu's profound eyes.
Powerful.
Startlingly powerful!
This was the proper stature of a Heaven-tier technique!
It gave him not only offensive might beyond common sense, but also pulled his defense and survival capabilities to an utterly unreasonable, freakish degree.
Su Yu slowly rose to his feet.
Crack.
The moment his feet pressed down on the alloy floor.
The bulletproof alloy plates beneath him—capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a high-tier Martial Master—let out a groaning protest.
And directly sank down, leaving two half-inch-deep footprints!
Su Yu was momentarily stunned.
His body weight hadn't increased.
But because his qi and blood had been compressed tenfold into mercury-like crystalline blood.
His entire being was now incredibly dense as a whole!
Every single movement carried a terrifying, mountain-like oppressive weight.
Su Yu took a deep breath and spent a full five minutes barely adapting to this reborn physique.
He completely retracted his aura.
Then.
Standing in the center of the living room, with no flashy movements and without drawing on even a sliver of spear intent.
He simply, plainly, clenched his right fist.
Hum—!
A jarring distortion of air resounded.
Then.
Su Yu threw a single punch!
Bang!!!
A deafening sonic boom erupted in the spacious living room!
The air in front of his fist was vacuumed dry in an instant by that purely physical force, forming a visible white zone of emptiness!
The violent punch wind became a tangible shockwave, sending the floor-to-ceiling windows over ten meters away trembling and covered in web-like cracks!
The entire penthouse apartment shuddered slightly under the power of that single fist!
"So strong."
Su Yu withdrew his fist and stared at the back of his hand.
His qi and blood had now been compressed to only one hundred thousand points.
But!
Those one hundred thousand points of mercury-like crystalized qi and blood could erupt with combat power fully on par with a Martial Spirit's million-point blood!
Even more so, with the amplification of the Void Taiji Sovereign Body.
An ordinary newly-advanced Martial Spirit—he could shatter them with a single punch!
Su Yu walked over to the cracked floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the bustling capital below.
In his mind, the duel by the nameless lake surfaced unbidden.
Chen Feng.
A Master with three thousand qi and blood, wielding a Heaven-tier mental power martial art.
Back then, Su Yu had needed to use one thousand points of qi and blood, combined with ten million years of honed combat instinct, to kill him in a single strike.
What if it were now...
If he were to face Chen Feng again now.
He wouldn't even need to raise a hand.
He would simply stand there and let Chen Feng stab at him with his mental power.
The passive immunity of the Void Taiji Sovereign Body, combined with the rebound force of one hundred thousand compressed qi and blood, would vibrate Chen Feng's mental sea straight into idiocy!
Pure physical domination!
A dimensionality reduction strike that defied any logic!
"Oh, and what about that special freshman from Magic City Martial Arts University."
Su Yu recalled the name Vice Principal Nie Changkong had mentioned back at the administrative building.
Shen Wudao.
Forget it.
Definitely not worth his time.
Su Yu turned around.
His gaze fell upon the pile of cash remaining on the living room carpet—a mountain of one hundred and thirty million yuan.
Ten million in spending had given him direct Martial Spirit-level combat power.
What about the remaining one hundred and thirty million?
And the hundred billion that the Chen family would soon deliver?
A blazing fire ignited deep within Su Yu's eyes.
He walked up to the mountain of banknotes and sat down cross-legged once again.
"System."
Su Yu's voice echoed through the empty living room.
Carrying with it an absolute craving for power.
"Keep topping up."
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."
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.”
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?!
iaobai: "Councilor Dad, front me some funds. I want to hire ten thousand professional miners for a project!" [Five-Star Mission Issued: Capture the leader of the Blood Heaven Pirate Gang, who is on the run in the Radiant Star Sector. It is said the gang has over a hundred members. Proceed with caution.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, lend me the family's hundred-thousand-strong Lu Army!" [Seven-Star Mission Issued: Subdue a juvenile Void Dragon Beast.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, I'm taking your tamed Void Dragon Beast King out for a family reunion!" I said, System, don't you have any slightly more challenging missions? You're just not up to par! [Nine-Star Mission Issued: Become the Human Councilor.] Lu Xiaobai: "Dad, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you..."
