It directly transformed into that dark red, mercury-like crystalline blood energy!
In other words.
The one point of blood energy he was now increasing.
Was equivalent to ten points of ordinary blood energy from before!
This was an absolute crushing victory in quality!
“No wonder……”
Su Yu suddenly understood.
The previous hundred thousand blood energy was something he had forcefully compressed from one million ordinary blood energy.
But now.
He was directly cultivating crystalline blood energy!
Having figured this out, Su Yu no longer hesitated, completely letting go of his mind, allowing time to crazily slip away in the void.
The first ten thousand years.
One hundred thousand years.
One million years!
Throughout the long years, the dark red crystalline blood energy within Su Yu's body, like a trickling stream, converged into rivers, and ultimately turned into a vast, boundless ocean!
The Taixu Vortex spun tirelessly without pause.
With every full rotation, the strength of his physical body surged by another notch.
Fifty million years!
The crystalline blood energy value within Su Yu's body broke through the five hundred thousand mark!
And this five hundred thousand—this was crystalline blood energy that had been compressed tenfold!
If converted into the blood energy of an ordinary martial artist, that was a full five million!
One hundred and ten million years!!!
Rumble—!!!
Within the pitch-black void, a terrifying roar erupted, as if the universe itself were undergoing a Big Bang!
Su Yu's seated figure burst forth with ten thousand zhang of dark golden divine radiance!
Deduction complete!
A hundred million years of arduous cultivation had, at this moment, fully transformed into tangible fruit!
Whoosh!
Consciousness returned to reality.
Inside the ultra-luxurious penthouse apartment.
Su Yu abruptly snapped his eyes open!
Two substantial beams of dark red light pierced straight through the air before him, leaving two bottomless, scorched black holes in the alloy wall!
He lowered his head, feeling that terrifying power within him that seemed capable of tearing heaven and earth apart.
Blood energy value: 1.2 million points!
1.2 million crystalline blood energy!
According to the realm divisions of this world, one million blood energy was the threshold of a Martial Spirit!
Ten million blood energy was the threshold of a Martial Emperor!
But!
Su Yu's one million was the product of a tenfold compression through the Taixu Source Blood Art!
The total amount of energy it actually contained, as well as the devastating destructive force it could unleash.
Had already completely, unreasonably crossed the ten million mark!
His combat power was in no way inferior to that of a Martial Emperor powerhouse!
“Hoo……”
Su Yu slowly exhaled a scorching breath.
This breath, when sprayed out, actually ignited dark red flames in the air!
1.2 million crystalline blood energy—it was simply too vast.
Even after a tenfold compression, Su Yu still felt an exceptionally strong sense of swelling.
Like a balloon blown to its absolute limit, threatening to burst at any moment.
“Not condensed enough yet.”
A sharp glint flashed through Su Yu's deep, profound eyes.
During that billion-plus years of lengthy cultivation just now.
He had not only accumulated a sea of blood energy, but had also, through those endless ages, comprehended the Taixu Source Blood Art to a brand-new height that even its creator had never imagined!
Great Perfection was not the limit!
The limit was to break the rules!
“Secondary Compression!”
Su Yu let out an earth-shaking low roar in his heart!
Hum—!!!
Deep within his dantian, the Taixu Vortex that had already been operating smoothly.
At this moment, suddenly let out a mournful cry of being overwhelmed!
Immediately after.
The vortex's rotation speed instantly surged tenfold! A hundredfold!
BOOM!
The million crystalline blood energy within Su Yu's body seemed to encounter an irresistible gravitational pull from a black hole.
And began to collapse inward with frantic, violent intensity toward the vortex's center!
Crack! Crack!
Su Yu's physical body emitted spine-chilling sounds of bones shattering and reforming.
The pain from secondary compression was over a hundred times worse than the first time!
Even with the Taixu Overlord Body, Su Yu still felt a soul-tearing agony.
But he made no sound.
He only clenched his teeth tightly, allowing sweat to instantly soak his entire body.
“Compress!!!”
Nine hundred thousand!
Seven hundred thousand!
Five hundred thousand!
The originally mercury-thick dark red crystalline blood, under the terrifying pressure of secondary compression, began to grow deeper and deeper in color.
Ultimately, it transformed into a pitch-black hue—as profound as a black hole!
Three hundred thousand!
Two hundred thousand!
One hundred twenty thousand!!!
Boom—!
At the instant the blood energy value was brutally compressed down to one hundred thousand.
All the pain receded like a tide.
In its place came an unprecedented, absolute sense of power—as if he could control everything!
Su Yu slowly stood up.
At this moment, there was no blood energy leaking from his body surface.
Not even a trace of martial artist aura could be felt.
He looked just like an ordinary person with no cultivation at all.
But.
Only Su Yu himself knew what astonishing, world-shocking power was hidden beneath this seemingly calm shell!
One hundred twenty thousand blood energy!
This was the ultimate product of two tenfold compressions!
The true total blood energy absolutely reached the Martial Emperor level of ten million!
Most crucially.
Secondary compression brought not only a qualitative change in blood energy density.
But also a trans-dimensional leap in physical body strength!
Su Yu looked inward at himself.
He discovered that his bones had completely turned a pure dark gold, with mysterious natural patterns faintly flowing across them.
The density of his muscle fibers had reached an inconceivable degree.
What flowed through his blood vessels was no longer liquid.
But a pitch-black source blood, similar to quicksand!
The weight of each drop of source blood rivaled that of an equal volume of heavy metal!
“If one were to say……”
Su Yu clenched his right fist, feeling that terrifying power between his fingers—enough to crush space itself.
“A Martial Emperor with ten million blood energy is a massive iceberg.”
“Then my current one hundred twenty thousand source blood is a neutron star compressed to its absolute extreme!”
In terms of burst power!
In terms of physical body strength!
In terms of endurance against attacks!
An ordinary Martial Emperor, when confronted with the current Su Yu, would be utterly crushed in every respect, with no weaknesses to exploit!
Su Yu even had a delusion.
Even if he stood still and let a Martial Emperor like Vice Principal Nie Changkong attack him with everything he had.
They might not even be able to break through this freakish body of his, forged through secondary compression!
“Too strong.”
Su Yu unclenched his fist, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
A hundred million in cash, in exchange for a combat power leap of this heaven-defying caliber.
Worth it!
So worth it!
Su Yu turned his head, his gaze landing on the killer Shadow Blade, still unconscious on the floor.
A cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth.
Just now, this killer's armor-piercing dagger could barely manage to nick a tiny bit of skin.
If it were now.
Even if this killer were armed with a genuine Emperor-level divine weapon, and used all his strength to stab.
He probably couldn't even cut off a single strand of Su Yu's hair!
In fact, the backlash force from the body alone would shatter both his arms!
This was the absolute defense brought by secondary compression!
“Time to get down to business.”
Su Yu collected his thoughts.
He walked over to Shadow Blade, grabbed the killer by the back of his collar with one hand.
And lifted him up with ease.
Then.
Su Yu pushed open the door of the apartment.
The night breeze swept in, ruffling the loose strands of hair across his forehead.
In those deep, translucent eyes flickered a chilling gleam that struck fear into the heart.
Let's move.
Find the principal.
Uncover the mastermind behind this!
Someone dared to send assassins after me—whoever they are, however deeply they're hidden.
This time.
They will pay in blood!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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..."
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?!
