The night wind swept through the gates of Jingwu University.
Nie Changkong stared intently at the black-clad figure dangling limply from Su Yu's hand like a dead dog, his throat running dry.
"You…"
"How did you do it?"
This mighty Martial Emperor, a supreme powerhouse, his voice now betraying an unmistakable tremor.
That was Shadow Blade!
The ace assassin of the Abyss Cult!
A top-tier Grandmaster with 600,000 vitality points!
Su Yu's expression remained calm.
He glanced at the Shadow Blade in his grip.
"I just grabbed him."
"Then knocked him out."
Seven simple words, nothing more.
No dramatic battle narration, no heart-stopping life-or-death struggle.
As if the figure in his hand wasn't some elite assassin, but a stray cat picked up casually by the roadside.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Nie Changkong stood rooted to the spot, nearly spitting out a mouthful of old blood!
Grabbed?
Knocked out?!
Do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?!
That's a 600,000-vitality Grandmaster! A top-tier death soldier forged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
You make it sound like catching a chicken?!
Nie Changkong's eyelids twitched violently. He took several deep breaths before barely suppressing the urge to curse.
"Su Yu."
"I'm not joking around!"
Nie Changkong's tone was unusually severe, even carrying a hint of sternness.
"That's Shadow Blade!"
"Master of top-tier stealth arts, protected by vital essence, ruthless beyond measure!"
"You're a mere Martial Artist with 1,000 vitality points—how in the world did you detect him, let alone capture him alive?!"
Facing Nie Changkong's relentless questioning.
Su Yu fell silent for a moment.
He was, of course, well aware that his surge in power after spending a hundred million was anything but ordinary.
The System was his greatest trump card, something he could never explain to anyone.
Not even to this vice principal who had shown him considerable care.
He could only be evasive.
"After I went back."
Su Yu looked at Nie Changkong, his tone unhurried.
"I just did some cultivation."
Su Yu silently added in his mind: a billion points' worth of cultivation.
"And then, I sensed someone wanted to kill me."
"So I just took him out in passing."
Su Yu tilted his head slightly, as if seriously trying to recall the scene.
"Honestly, it wasn't that hard."
Not that hard?!
Those three words struck Nie Changkong's chest like two heavy sledgehammers!
Nie Changkong laughed in sheer disbelief.
"Do you have any idea that the gap between 1,000 vitality and 600,000 vitality is bigger than the gap between a human and a dog?!"
Wait!
Just as Nie Changkong's emotions flared and he unconsciously stepped forward—
His Martial Emperor-level perception swept across Su Yu's body without warning.
Buzz—!
A hidden, yet abyss-deep wave of vitality fluctuations instantly fed back into Nie Changkong's mind.
Nie Changkong's body froze mid-motion.
The urgency on his face solidified in that instant.
Replaced by boundless shock and disbelief!
"This fluctuation…"
Nie Changkong's eyes shot wide open. He grabbed Su Yu's wrist!
Boom!
Martial Emperor-level spiritual energy plunged directly into Su Yu's body!
The next second—
A thousand nuclear bombs seemed to detonate simultaneously inside Nie Changkong's head!
120,000?!
He sensed it with absolute clarity!
120,000 vitality points!!!
"What the hell?!"
Nie Changkong shouted in shock, his voice cracking.
He stared at Su Yu like he was looking at some utterly incomprehensible alien monster.
How long had it been since he last saw him?!
At most, from the moment the kid left the admin building until now—less than four hours!
Four hours ago, on the arena by Weiming Lake, he had checked personally: the kid was a Martial Artist with 1,000 vitality points!
And now, it was 120,000?!
Skipping past Master!
Straight into Grandmaster?!
Is this guy riding a rocket?!
Nie Changkong's mind buzzed relentlessly.
In all his years, he had seen countless prodigies.
He had seen geniuses break through vitality limits rapidly.
He had also seen madmen forcibly inflate their realms with top-tier spiritual treasures in a short span.
But!
A rapid breakthrough came at a gigantic cost!
Otherwise—why would all those sophomore geniuses at Jingwu, whose families didn't lack resources, only have two to three thousand vitality points?!
Because vitality needs refining!
It needs day after day of tempering, of settling!
If you forcibly raise your realm with spirit medicines, your foundation becomes unstable, your vitality scatters!
At best, you risk qi deviation; at worst, you sever your martial path entirely and never advance another step!
"Is your brain fried?!"
Nie Changkong's eyes turned bloodshot with panic.
"What kind of forbidden technique did you use to force your realm up?!"
"Are you trying to kill yourself?!"
He immediately directed a strand of even purer spiritual energy down Su Yu's wrist, meticulously checking the state of Su Yu's foundation.
He had already steeled himself to find a tangled mess, a hollow and unstable core.
He had even started mentally cataloging which rare, top-grade stabilizing spirit medicines he could procure to save this kid's life.
However.
The moment he looked—
He nearly jumped out of his skin!
When Nie Changkong's spiritual energy truly touched that surge of vitality inside Su Yu—
He was struck as if by lightning!
No instability!
Not a shred of disorder!
Solid!
Utterly and completely solid!
Su Yu's vitality wasn't just lacking any signs of forced breakthrough weakness—it was so dense, so heavy, it felt suffocating!
The feeling was…
As if an ancient monster that had lived for hundreds or thousands of years had spent its endless, monotonous days polishing its foundation to a flawless, perfect extreme!
A foundation so deep it was terrifying!!!
And that quality of vitality—it was a hundred times purer than Nie Changkong's own when he himself was at the Grandmaster realm in his younger days!
"You…??
Nie Changkong abruptly released his grip.
His feet staggered back two uncontrollable steps.
He stared at Su Yu, his expression filled with the despair of a worldview completely shattered.
What the hell is going on?!
Just a few hours ago, he was at 1,000 vitality!
And a few hours later, he'd hit 120,000?!
And on top of that—the foundation is rock solid!!!
At this cultivation speed, even if someone told him the kid was cheating with a system, Nie Changkong would believe it!!
Facing Nie Changkong's devouring gaze.
Su Yu fell silent.
His deep, translucent eyes revealed no panic.
He had long anticipated this moment.
Still—he was now a special admit at Jingwu University. The more monstrous his value appeared, the more fiercely Jingwu would protect him.
They wouldn't cut him open and dissect him just because he cultivated quickly, would they?
Su Yu simply shook his head slightly.
His tone remained as calm as ever.
"I'm not sure either."
"It just felt like cultivation went smoothly. Abnormally fast."
At that point, Su Yu seemed to recall something.
Seizing the opportunity, he shifted the blame.
"Oh, right."
"Vice Principal, that seventh-grade spirit medicine you gave me was really effective."
Seventh-grade spirit medicine?
Nie Changkong froze.
Then—
His eyes bulged wider than copper bells!
"You consumed the Blood Marrow Elixir?!"
"All of it?!"
Nie Changkong's voice pierced the silent night with unusual shrillness.
That was a seventh-grade—
A Martial Emperor-grade spirit medicine!
The energy contained within it was violent to the extreme!
Even a peak Grandmaster would only dare to let out a single drop when taking it, and then spend half a month or more refining it with top-tier mental techniques!
And you, a mere martial artist, ate the whole thing?!
You should have exploded on the spot!!!
Wait!
A flash of lightning suddenly struck through Nie Changkong's mind.
He ate it all.
Didn't explode.
And perfectly absorbed the wild energy of a seventh-grade spirit medicine.
Broke through to a hundred and twenty thousand blood energy within just a few hours.
What's more, his foundation was solid as a rock!
Could it be...
Some kind of special constitution?!
Nie Changkong's heart began to pound violently.
You have to understand, out of the hundreds of millions of descendants of the Chinese people, after the dawn of the martial arts era, there had been no shortage of monstrous prodigies who underwent genetic breakthroughs and awakened special constitutions.
For example, rare physiques like the "Heaven-Burial Tyrant Body" or the "Leakless True Form"!
Once awakened, their cultivation speed would surge a thousand miles a day, completely shattering all martial arts conventions!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
