"Who sent you?"
The calm voice echoed through the spacious living room.
But to Shadow Blade's ears, it sounded like the whisper of death itself!
Shadow Blade, kneeling and sprawled on the floor, trembled violently all over.
His proud stealth technique had been seen through in an instant.
His ultimate killing strike, fueled by a full six hundred thousand points of blood qi, had only managed to scratch the other party's skin.
And now.
The force pressing down on his head, threatening to crush his very soul...
Was mental power!
Pure to the extreme, vast as an ocean—mental power!
Shadow Blade had never cultivated any mental-power martial arts, but as an ace assassin of the Abyss Cult, he had killed countless Grandmasters. He knew far too well what this level of mental suppression meant!
A Martial King!
This was absolutely Martial King-level mental power!
Even more condensed, more overbearing than any human Martial King he had ever encountered!
"Monster..."
"This bastard is no freshman at all..."
"This is an ancient ferocious beast wearing human skin!!!"
Shadow Blade howled inwardly in sheer despair.
Was the intelligence department full of idiots?!
A thousand blood qi points?
A manifested spear intent?
Bullshit!
Where was the spear intent?
What a load of garbage intel.
This was definitely not some new student!
With defense capable of barehandedly catching an armor-breaking dagger, this guy was at least a Martial Adept at peak level!
Add the Martial King-level mental power on top of that!
Forget someone like him with six hundred thousand blood qi—even if the Cult's Martial Adept-ranked bishop came personally, he'd be leaving his life here today!
Today was a complete washout!
No chance of survival whatsoever!
As a death-sworn agent trained by the Abyss Cult, a flash of grim decisiveness shot through Shadow Blade's eyes.
Since death was certain, he absolutely could not fall into human hands!
He could not leak a single secret of the Cult's operations in the capital!
Crack!
Without hesitation, Shadow Blade bit down on a specially crafted poison sac hidden in his back molar.
The venomous liquid flowed instantly down his throat.
At the same time, the six hundred thousand blood qi that had been suppressed by that mental force began to churn in reverse!
He was going to self-destruct!
Using a Grandmaster-level explosion to erase every trace of his existence!
However.
Su Yu, sitting on the sofa, sensed all of this through his mental power.
Trying to die?
Did you ask me first?!
"Suppress!"
Su Yu's thin lips parted slightly, uttering a single icy word.
Boom!
The Martial King-level mental power pressing down on Shadow Blade's head transformed instantly into an invisible heavy hammer.
Ignoring the violently reversing blood qi, ignoring his hard skull.
It drove straight and brutally into the depths of his sea of consciousness!
Bang!
Shadow Blade's mental defenses didn't hold for even a tenth of a second against that absolute force—they crumbled instantly!
He let out a muffled groan.
His eyes rolled back, and traces of black blood seeped from his seven orifices.
Like a puppet with its strings cut, he collapsed limply to the floor.
Completely unconscious!
The six hundred thousand blood qi that had been reversing, about to detonate, lost all conscious guidance and sank into stillness like dead water.
Even the poison he had just swallowed was forcibly sealed within his stomach by Su Yu's mental power, unable to spread into his bloodstream!
In the face of Martial King-level mental power.
He didn't even have the right to kill himself!
Su Yu slowly withdrew his mental power.
He stood up, walked over to the unconscious Shadow Blade, and looked down at the assassin from above.
"Hidden poison. Self-destruction."
"Your methods are quite professional."
Su Yu frowned slightly.
This kind of death-sworn agent, fearless and quick to take their own life, was the most troublesome to deal with.
Even though he possessed Martial King-level mental power and could easily crush the man's soul, extracting clean intelligence from a death-sworn agent's mind was still no easy task.
Every trade has its master.
Interrogation was something better left to professionals.
"I'll go ask the principal."
Su Yu made his decision inwardly.
Vice Principal Nie Changkong was a Martial Emperor and a man of real power at Capital Martial Academy.
He controlled countless intelligence networks and interrogation experts under his command.
If you handed this assassin to him, even a stone would yield oil when squeezed.
After all, someone had dared to send a Grandmaster to assassinate a special-level freshman right under Capital Martial's nose.
That wasn't just a provocation against him—it was a slap to the entire academy's face!
The force behind this had to be rooted out completely.
But before that.
Su Yu's gaze slowly shifted to the other side of the living room.
Over there.
A staggering pile of one hundred and ten million in cash still sat stacked high!
A mountain of red banknotes, exuding a tempting scent of ink.
The assassin's earlier strike, though blocked by his indestructible body, had still managed to nick his skin.
That stirred a faint sense of crisis within Su Yu.
A hundred thousand crystalline blood qi, capable of fighting at Martial Adept level.
In this capital, crawling with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, it didn't seem like nearly enough!
What if a Martial King came next?
What if a Martial Emperor came?
The only safest choice was to convert every last resource into personal power!
"System."
Su Yu turned around, walked back to the mountain of cash, and sat down cross-legged.
A blazing fire burned in his deep eyes.
"Recharge!"
"One hundred and ten million!"
Whoosh!!!
The moment Su Yu gave the command, the air in the living room seemed to be drained away entirely!
The mountain of cash vanished into nothingness under an indescribable, mighty force.
No flash of light.
No sound.
It was simply erased from the physical world entirely!
[Ding!]
[Recharge successful.]
[One hundred and ten million dragon coins deducted. Converted to one hundred and ten million years of cultivation.]
The cold, mechanical prompt exploded within his mind!
One hundred and ten million years!
A span of time so terrifying that stars would fall and seas would turn to dust!
Su Yu took a deep breath.
"Pour all one hundred and ten million years of cultivation..."
"Into my martial realm!"
Boom!
Su Yu's consciousness was pulled for the fourth time into that pitch-black, absolutely frozen void of inner-world deduction.
There, he would spend a long, long age—tens of millions of years!
Year one.
The Supreme Void Vortex spun steadily within his dantian.
Su Yu quietly felt the growth of his blood qi.
However.
By the time the first hundred years had passed, his blood qi had only increased by a single point!
The Su Yu within the void snapped his eyes open!
"Something's wrong!"
Frowning deeply, he carefully sensed the changes in his blood qi.
According to his original talent, he could increase his blood qi by 0.1 each year.
Ten years for one point.
A hundred years should mean ten points!
Yet now.
A full hundred years had passed, and his blood qi had only risen by a single point?!
Had his talent declined?
Su Yu immediately sank his mind inward, examining his dantian.
A moment later.
An utterly shocked glint flashed through his eyes.
"So that's it..."
It wasn't that his talent had declined.
It was that the quality of his blood qi had undergone a revolutionary transformation!
Because the Supreme Void Blood Source Scripture had already been deduced to its ultimate perfection.
This heavenly-ranked, top-grade peerless technique had already fused completely into his very instincts.
Now, every trace of fresh blood energy he generated was instantly devoured and compressed by the Void Vortex the moment it arose.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
