With the strength of the Great Xia military, combined with the experts from top universities like Jingwu, eliminating a cult organization should not have been difficult.
Yet when he heard Su Yu’s question, Nie Changkong gave a bitter smile.
He shook his head, his voice filled with deep helplessness and resignation.
“We can’t wipe them out.”
“The Abyssal Cult is extraordinarily cautious in its operations.”
“They’re like rats hiding in dark corners. The moment they sense the slightest disturbance, they immediately sever all contact and disappear completely.”
“And…”
Nie Changkong paused.
He raised his head and looked at Su Yu.
A trace of extremely subtle yet bone-chilling apprehension flashed through his eyes.
“The most important thing is…”
“Among the upper echelons of our human race…”
“There should be traitors who have been corrupted by the Abyss!!!”
Boom!
Those words exploded beside Su Yu’s ears like a thunderclap out of nowhere!
Su Yu fell silent.
For the first time, violent ripples appeared in his clear, unfathomable eyes.
The upper echelons had been corrupted?!
What did that mean?
It meant that the seemingly impregnable defenses of Great Xia had long since become riddled with holes from within!
It meant that he could never know whether the comrades, commanders, or even the great figures standing high above him were still human.
“They’re actually that dangerous?”
Su Yu’s voice carried a rare solemnity.
He had originally thought that as long as he became strong enough, he would be able to dominate this world without restraint.
But now, it seemed that the enemy was hidden while they remained exposed.
There was no way to guard against them!
“More dangerous than you can imagine!”
Nie Changkong took a deep breath, his expression more serious than ever.
“Su Yu.”
“Your talent is simply too monstrous!”
“An eighteen-year-old with manifested spear intent, Martial King–level spiritual power, and a cultivation speed that defies all reason!”
“If the higher-ups of the Abyssal Cult learned your true capabilities…”
“They would absolutely go insane!”
“Even if they had to expose several high-ranking sleeper agents hidden within the military, they would stop at nothing. They would mobilize Martial Kings, or even Martial Emperors, to hunt you down and kill you!”
Nie Changkong placed both hands on Su Yu’s shoulders.
His tone was firm and left no room for argument.
“So.”
“From now on, try not to display your true strength at school!”
“Outwardly, you should only show your manifested spear intent and one thousand points of vitality!”
“Your spiritual power must never be exposed!”
“And that terrifying one hundred and twenty thousand points of vitality must remain hidden at all costs!”
“A tree that towers above the forest is sure to be battered by the wind!”
“Until you possess the strength to suppress everything, keeping a low profile is your only means of survival!”
Su Yu nodded slightly.
Of course he understood the principle.
Keeping his head down and developing in secret was the way to go.
Only when his Origin Blood broke through one million, or even ten million, and his spiritual power reached the Martial Sovereign level, would he truly be unafraid of assassination attempts from any faction.
“However…”
Nie Changkong changed the subject.
He looked at Su Yu, his brows drawing together slightly.
“Now that you’ve attracted the attention of the Abyssal Cult, it’s far too dangerous for you to operate under your current identity.”
“Didn’t you complain that the rewards for bounty missions offered through the school were too low, and say that you wanted to take on those high-paying missions worth hundreds of millions?”
Nie Changkong pondered for a moment.
“I’ll apply for another identity for you.”
“A shadow identity completely independent of the Jingwu system, with no records of your past.”
“It will make it convenient for you to accept high-paying bounties, hunt mutated beasts outside the city, and acquire resources in the future.”
Nie Changkong sighed, his voice carrying a trace of apology.
“Actually, given your current talent, I should have gone directly to the principal and requested that Jingwu’s most valuable resources be allocated entirely to you.”
“I should have let you strive for the Martial King and Martial Emperor realms in the shortest possible time.”
“But…”
“I can’t apply for that right now.”
“Once a massive amount of top-tier resources began flowing inexplicably toward a first-year student…”
“It would definitely attract the attention of the traitors lurking in the shadows!”
“If you came to the attention of those high-ranking traitors…”
“They might stop at nothing to kill you!”
“I can’t gamble with your life!”
Su Yu listened to Nie Changkong’s explanation.
A look of understanding flashed through his deep eyes.
He did not care about Jingwu’s resources.
After all, he had the system.
As long as he had money, he could deduce endlessly and grow stronger without limit!
No matter how many resources Jingwu provided, could they possibly be faster than spending one billion in a single second?
“I understand.”
Su Yu’s voice was calm.
“When can the shadow identity be ready?”
“By tomorrow morning at the latest!”
Nie Changkong answered decisively.
“I’ll use my private authority to bypass all the standard review systems and enter this identity directly into Great Xia’s highest-level classified database.”
“Other than me and the principal, no one will be able to uncover the true background of this identity!”
Nie Changkong bent down and lifted the unconscious Shadow Blade from the ground with one hand.
“I’m taking this man with me.”
“I’ll interrogate him personally and see whether I can force him to reveal the locations of the Abyssal Cult’s other bases in the capital.”
“Get back to school and attend your classes. Maintain your normal routine.”
“Remember what I told you.”
“Keep your trump cards hidden!”
“And before the freshman exchange tournament begins, don’t cause any more major disturbances!”
At this point, Nie Changkong’s expression turned stern, and his tone became exceptionally severe.
“Also, from today onward, you absolutely cannot live off campus again!”
“The outside world is a hundred times more dangerous than you imagine!”
“The enemy is hidden while we’re exposed. There’s no way to guard against them!”
“I’ve already arranged it for you. Tonight, you’ll move into Jingwu’s freshman dormitory. The campus-protection formation guards the place, and Martial Kings patrol around the clock. It’s one of the safest places in all of our Dragon Nation.”
“Without my permission, or without the cover of your shadow identity, you are absolutely not to step outside the Jingwu gates!”
Nie Changkong repeatedly warned him, and only after finally handing Su Yu a student ID did he relax slightly.
He lifted the unconscious Shadow Blade with one hand.
With a flash of his figure, he transformed into a meteor that tore through the night sky and vanished into the vast darkness.
Outside the Jingwu gates, tranquility returned once more.
Su Yu stood beneath a streetlamp.
The night wind fluttered the hem of his clothes.
He raised his head and glanced at the deep night sky. A thoughtful light flickered in his clear eyes.
The Abyssal Cult?
Traitors among the upper echelons?
Assassins capable of appearing anywhere?
Su Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.
It seemed that this world was far more dangerous than he had imagined.
He had originally thought that with the system, as long as he improved his vitality and cultivation techniques quickly enough, he could dominate this world without restraint.
But now, it seemed that even though he could kill Grandmasters in an instant, he was still at a disadvantage when facing those massive factions lurking in the shadows, factions that could dispatch Martial Lords or even Martial Kings at any moment.
Before he truly possessed the absolute strength to ignore all rules and suppress the entire human race, recklessly standing out would only invite endless trouble.
Keeping his head down and developing in secret was the way to go.
“For now, the most urgent matter is to wait for the Chen family’s one hundred billion in cash to arrive.”
Su Yu silently calculated to himself.
As long as the money came through,
he would pour it all into the system—and that would amount to a full one hundred billion years of cultivation!
Once he had completely absorbed this unimaginably vast resource, even if a true Martial Emperor entered the fray personally, he would still be able to stand undefeated.
Su Yu withdrew his gaze and turned around.
With steady steps, he headed toward the new students’ dormitory on campus.
Since Nie Changkong had told him to keep a low profile and maintain a normal routine,
he might as well do what a first-year student was supposed to do.
Tomorrow, he would first go to the school and pick a class at random.
He could also take the opportunity to see whether there were any suitable Heaven-Tier martial arts techniques being taught in the classrooms of Great Xia’s top academy.
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!" "......"
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."
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.
