Those obscure and esoteric mental energy circulation routes—he only needed a single glance to comprehend them as if by instinct!
His mental sea was like a sponge that had been parched for billions of years, greedily yet effortlessly absorbing every ounce of profound truth!
“My mental talent…”
Su Yu, suspended in the void, a flicker of disbelief passing through his deep-set eyes.
“It’s actually far better than my physical blood-energy talent?!”
If his blood-energy talent was an ordinary level of 0.1 per year,
then his mental talent was absolutely the monstrous prodigy level—one that appears only once in a thousand years!
Year ten thousand.
Deep within Su Yu’s brow, the mental sea that had once been merely the size of a water droplet had expanded into a vast, surging lake!
His mental energy had completely condensed into solid form,
transforming into dozens of transparent Formless Calamity Blades that spiraled and danced above the lake’s surface.
Year one million.
The lake had become an ocean!
Su Yu’s mental strength underwent a leap-like surge, skyrocketing beyond all previous bounds!
Though he wasn’t clear on the exact rank divisions for mental cultivation,
he could keenly sense that his current mental energy intensity had already vastly surpassed that of a Martial Spirit with a million blood-energy points!
He had stepped directly into the Martial King level!
Mental power at the Martial King level—
what did that even mean?
Even Nie Changkong, the vice principal of Jingwu and a true Martial Emperor, might not necessarily be able to overwhelm Su Yu if they were to compare mental strength alone!
Year five million.
At the very center of the ocean-sized mental sea, his mental energy began to compress and qualitatively transform at an extreme rate.
All the Formless Calamity Blades began to merge into one another.
Year ten million!
Boom—!!!
The simulation came to an end!
In the void, Su Yu suddenly snapped open his eyes!
In that very instant, his pupils turned completely translucent—
like twin mirrors capable of reflecting the very depths of one’s soul!
The Formless Calamity Blade—PERFECT REALM!
And that wasn’t all.
Through those ten million years of simulation, thanks to his monstrous mental talent,
Su Yu had pushed the killing techniques of the Formless Calamity Blade to an unprecedented extreme!
He slowly raised his right hand.
A three-inch flying blade, completely translucent and leaking not a single shred of aura, hovered serenely at his fingertip.
The ultimate mental assassination art—[Formless · Soul-Slaying]!
This flying blade ignored all physical defenses, ignored all protective qi barriers.
Once it locked onto a target, it could instantly slice the opponent’s soul into countless fragments!
“Mental power—truly domineering.”
Su Yu nodded with satisfaction.
But this wasn’t the end yet!
His gaze sharpened.
He lightly clenched his left hand.
Hum!
A gray-black spear, materialized, condensed in an instant.
The Death Spear Intent at its peak manifestation state pulsed and flickered at the spear’s tip.
“What if…”
Su Yu looked at the spear intent in his left hand, then at the Formless Soul-Slaying blade in his right.
“…I were to fuse Martial King-level mental assassination into my peak-manifestation Death Spear Intent?”
The moment the thought arose, it could no longer be contained.
Su Yu clapped both hands together!
RUMBLE!
A violent tremor exploded within the void!
The gray-black spear and the translucent mental blade began a forced fusion!
There was absolutely no rejection—
because both forces were born from the very same ten-million-year simulation that Su Yu had endured!
SHWISH!
An entirely new spear appeared in Su Yu’s hands.
Its shaft remained gray-black, but at the spear’s tip, a layer of transparent sharpness now distorted the very air around it!
Su Yu gripped the spear.
Within his deep-set eyes erupted a fiercely dazzling light.
It worked!
A dual-kill assault of physical destruction and spiritual annihilation!
The spear intent now carried extraordinarily powerful mental damage!
If this spear so much as grazed an opponent, that Martial King-level mental calamity blade would instantly bore into their mind and shred their soul to pieces!
A one-two punch.
An absolute one-shot kill!
SHWISH.
Consciousness returned to reality once more.
In the spacious living room,
Su Yu sat quietly amid piles of banknotes.
He didn’t stand up. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes.
BUZZ—
An invisible, formless wave of mental energy spread outward from him in an instant!
Through the alloy walls.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Through the entire apartment building!
Every single flicker of movement within a ten-kilometer radius was now vividly reflected in his mind!
He “saw” pedestrians hurrying along the street below.
He “saw” Jingwu students training strenuously by the shore of Weiming Lake, several kilometers away.
He even “saw” a mosquito flapping its wings in the crack of a wall.
Su Yu focused his thoughts.
Pfft.
That mosquito didn’t even have a chance to struggle—it was directly crushed into an extremely fine powder mid-air!
Mental crushing!
Su Yu opened his eyes and withdrew his mental energy.
He let out a long, slow breath, feeling as though every single cell in his body was brimming with explosive power.
Blood Energy: One hundred thousand points.
Tenfold-compressed Taixu crystalline blood—combat power rivaling a Martial Spirit with a million blood-energy points.
Body: The Taixu Overlord Physique.
Immunity to the vast majority of negative statuses, and severed limbs regrow.
Mental Energy: Martial King level.
Mastery of the perfect-realm heaven-grade assassination art [Formless · Soul-Slaying].
Martial Will: Peak Manifestation.
A hair’s breadth away from Clarity, with mastery of the perfect-realm heaven-grade spear art [Abyss of Silence].
Moreover, the spear intent and mental energy have been perfectly fused!
That was his current overall combat ability.
An eighteen-year-old freshman.
A freakish monster forged in just a few seconds with thirty million dragon coins!
Su Yu sat in the center of the spacious living room,
surrounded by towering piles of red banknotes still stacked like mountains.
The thirty million he had just spent had completely patched up all the gaps in his cultivation methods, combat arts, and mental capabilities.
The heaven-grade perfect-realm assassination arts were enough to let him kill enemies above his level.
But—
There was still one hundred ten million left!
What should he spend it on?
A hint of cool deliberation flashed through Su Yu’s deep eyes.
Combat arts were already at perfect realm.
Mental power was already Martial King level.
Spear intent was at peak Manifestation, just one step away from Clarity.
However, all of these were built upon blood energy!
Blood energy was the most fundamental cornerstone of martial arts in this world!
Every flashy combat art, every artistic conception, every shred of mental power—if it lacked the support of a vast, despair-inducing reserve of blood energy, it was nothing more than a tree without roots, a castle in the air!
No matter how divine your technique, I’ll shatter it with one punch.
That was the truth of the martial way.
“In that case…”
“All in.”
Su Yu didn’t hesitate for even a second.
In this danger-ridden world, hoarding money was the most foolish thing one could do.
Only by converting it into raw personal power could one gain true security
“System.”
Su Yu’s voice echoed through the empty living room,
carrying an unyielding finality.
“Recharge all of it!”
“One hundred ten million!”
Just as he was about to issue the command—
an unexpected change occurred.
HUMM.
A faint, almost imperceptible ripple ran across Su Yu’s mental sea, which had just broken into the Martial King level.
Like a single withered leaf drifting down onto an utterly still lake.
Someone is approaching!!!
Su Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He did not immediately invest into his blood-energy cultivation.
He didn’t want anyone to discover his deepest secret.
So he simply remained seated where he was, not moving a muscle, not even letting his breathing or heartbeat shift by the slightest degree.
Who?
This was the most upscale apartment complex near Jingwu.
Not only were there security personnel patrolling twenty-four hours a day, but multiple high-tier defensive formations had also been laid out around the area.
To be able to slip in here undetected, even closing to within ten meters of him—this person was no ordinary talent.
Could it be the Chen family?
The thought flashed through Su Yu's mind instantly.
That very afternoon, he had shot Chen Feng dead with a single round by Weiming Lake, and had made Vice Principal Nie Changkong vouch for him while extorting a full thousand billion in cash from the Chen family.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!
