And Su Yu.
First, his comprehension of gun intent was frighteningly fast.
In a single day, he went straight through the stages of Subtle Form and Formless, reaching the peak of Materialized Form!
Second, his blood qi cultivation speed had taken off like a rocket.
When he first started freshman year, he was already a Martial Artist.
Now, in just a few short hours, he had absorbed a seventh-grade spiritual herb, blasted through the hundred-thousand blood qi barrier, and broken through to the Grand Master realm!
All these inexplicable miracles could be perfectly explained if he had awakened some kind of rare "special constitution."
"That's it..."
Nie Changkong muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with unusually bright light.
He felt like he had finally found a perfect logical loop.
"No wonder you never practiced any internal cultivation before, yet your blood qi is so pure."
"No wonder you could ignore the realm barriers and directly comprehend Materialized Form gun intent!"
"So it's a peerless constitution!"
Nie Changkong looked at Su Yu like he was gazing upon a rare and precious treasure.
He was already starting to map out, in his mind, the unbeatable path that would eventually suppress the entire Abyss for Su Yu.
Jingwu had struck gold!
This was a true peerless god who could carry the future of Great Xia on his shoulders!
But then.
Just as Nie Changkong was trembling with excitement, ready to shower Su Yu with praise...
His gaze fell once again on the black-clad man Su Yu was holding.
Shadow Blade.
The ace assassin of the Abyss Cult.
The excitement on Nie Changkong's face instantly froze.
No, this isn't right!
The logic still doesn't add up!
Even if you have a special constitution.
Even if you broke through to a hundred and twenty thousand blood qi in just a few hours.
Even if your foundation is rock-solid, and you have Materialized Form gun intent.
Even if you are a special constitution!
But that was a top-tier Grand Master with six hundred thousand blood qi!
The guy was a master of assassination, protected by Qi Shield, a top ace who had come through mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
You only have a hundred and twenty thousand blood qi.
How could you win?!
Not only did you win, you captured him alive without a scratch?!
Nie Changkong stared hard at Su Yu.
"Su Yu."
"Tell me honestly."
"One hundred twenty thousand against six hundred thousand."
"How exactly did you capture him alive?!"
A hundred and twenty thousand blood qi, with an incredibly solid foundation — probably awakened some one-in-a-million peerless constitution.
But still.
That still couldn't explain how Su Yu had captured Shadow Blade alive and unharmed!
That was a top-tier Grand Master with six hundred thousand blood qi!
The ace fanatic of the Abyss Cult!
"Su Yu."
Nie Changkong took a deep breath, forcing down the surge of shock churning in his chest.
He spoke slowly, each word weighted with unprecedented seriousness.
"How exactly did you do it?"
"Even if you broke through to a hundred and twenty thousand blood qi, even with Materialized Form gun intent."
"Against Shadow Blade's stealth technique and armor-piercing dagger, you should never have had a chance to fight back!"
"Let alone knocking him out cold before he could swallow his poison!"
Faced with Nie Changkong's relentless questioning.
Su Yu stood under the streetlight.
Holding Shadow Blade with one hand.
His expression still calm.
He looked at Nie Changkong's tense, aged face.
"Actually, there's nothing special about it."
"I just used my spiritual power."
"And knocked him out."
Spiritual power?
Knocked him out?!
Nie Changkong was stunned.
His deep eyes flashed with bewilderment.
"What spiritual power?"
"You're a Martial Artist... no wait, you just broke through to Grand Master. Where would you get spiritual power?!"
In the martial arts world, blood qi reigns supreme.
Cultivating spiritual power is an offshoot path harder than climbing to the heavens!
In all of Great Xia, martial artists who could cultivate spiritual power were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
How could Su Yu, a common student from Jiangcheng, possibly understand spiritual power?!
Su Yu raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Vice Principal, have you forgotten?"
"This afternoon, by Weiming Lake."
"I won a jade slip from Chen Feng."
Boom!
These words struck Nie Changkong's crown like a divine thunderbolt from the nine heavens!
His pupils contracted sharply, shrinking to pinpricks!
He pointed at Su Yu, his finger trembling violently.
"You..."
"You mean..."
"That top-tier Heaven-rank spiritual martial art from the Chen family?!"
"The Formless Calamity Blade?!"
Su Yu nodded.
"Yeah."
"That one."
"When I got back, I found some time to practice it."
"Felt pretty smooth, actually."
"Just now, when he snuck into my apartment to kill me, I used that technique to directly suppress his consciousness."
"It's really that simple."
Simple?!
Nie Changkong felt his breath catch in his throat!
He clutched his chest, feeling a shocking, piercing pain from his heart!
"You call that simple?!"
Nie Changkong could no longer maintain the dignity of a Martial Emperor, and roared at the top of his lungs!
"Do you have any idea what that technique is?!"
"It's top-tier Heaven-rank!"
"It's the Chen family's heirloom treasure!"
Nie Changkong hopped around in agitation, nearly spraying spittle onto Su Yu's face.
"That technique is so obscure and profound it defies belief!"
"Without the secret guidance of the Chen family elders, even if an ordinary person held the jade slip and studied it for centuries, they might not even grasp the basics!"
"Even that brat Chen Feng, hailed as a spiritual power genius!"
"He was raised from childhood on all kinds of top-tier spiritual herbs, taught hand-in-hand by his elders."
"He trained for over a decade!"
"And to this day, he's only managed to grasp a sliver of it!"
Nie Changkong grew more and more agitated, his voice echoing through the night.
"But that mere sliver!"
"It let Chen Feng steamroll all the other prodigies at last year's National Freshman Exchange Tournament, and he still scored second place!"
"And you!"
"Oh my heavens!"
Nie Changkong clutched his head with both hands, feeling like his worldview was being ground into dust.
"How long have you even had that jade slip?!"
"At most, four hours!"
"Four hours!!!"
"Not only did you break through from a thousand blood qi to one hundred and twenty thousand!"
"You even managed to master this top-tier Heaven-rank spiritual art?!"
"And now you're telling me you used it to knock out an ace assassin with six hundred thousand blood qi?!"
Nie Changkong stared hard at Su Yu.
His eyes were filled with desperate questioning.
"Are you secretly cheating or something?!"
"Just how far have you actually developed it?!"
Faced with Nie Changkong's near-meltdown roar.
Su Yu fell silent.
He looked at the vice principal who had shown him so much care, and a trace of helplessness flickered in his deep eyes.
He had originally wanted to say that he hadn't just learned it.
He had already pushed it to the Great Perfection stage.
He had even perfectly fused Martial King-level spiritual power with peak Materialized Form gun intent.
But.
Seeing Nie Changkong on the verge of a heart attack.
Su Yu silently swallowed those words back.
Forget it.
If he said it out loud, even he would admit it sounded monstrous.
Better to just show it directly.
Actions speak louder than words.
"Vice Principal."
Su Yu slowly lifted his head.
His eyes, originally deep as ink, suddenly and without warning lost all their color.
Turning completely transparent!
Like two ancient divine mirrors capable of reflecting the very soul!
"Watch closely."
Su Yu's thin lips parted slightly.
He spat out four icy words.
"Formless."
"God-Slayer!!"
Hum—!!!
The moment Su Yu's voice fell.
The entire space outside the gates of Jingwu University seemed to freeze completely in that instant.
The night wind halted.
Fallen leaves hung suspended midair.
An invisible, formless—yet vast as an endless sea of stars—wave of terrifying spiritual power erupted with Su Yu at its center!
No savage rumbling of blood energy.
Only an absolute shiver at the level of the soul!
At the tip of Su Yu's right index finger.
A three-inch flying dagger, forged entirely from spiritual power, so transparent it was nearly impossible to catch with the naked eye, slowly materialized!
The air around the dagger, under this extreme sharpness, silently annihilated and collapsed!
Forming ring after ring of visible black spatial cracks!
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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!" "......"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
