The Art of Myriad Concealed Origins

But that had been based on two conditions: his opponent had underestimated him, and he had just spent a hundred million to massively increase his strength.

What if the person who came had been a Martial King skilled in assassination?

Or what if he hadn’t pushed the Void Origin Blood Art to Grand Perfection today and forged the Void Tyrant Body?

That strike would definitely have severely wounded him!

“On the offensive side, I’m already maxed out.”

Su Yu analyzed the situation in silence.

The Heaven-grade mid-tier spear technique, the Eight Desolations Annihilation Spear, had reached Grand Perfection.

The Heaven-grade high-tier mental-power martial art, the Formless Tribulation Blade, had also reached Grand Perfection.

With his Manifestation-stage peak Destruction Spear Intent combined with Martial King-level mental power, he was strong enough to slaughter his way through the Martial King realm. He could even pose a lethal threat to an ordinary Martial Emperor.

“Defense is sufficient too.”

One hundred and twenty thousand units of crystalized qi and blood, compressed twice.

The Void Tyrant Body at Grand Perfection, granting immunity to most negative effects and the ability to regenerate severed limbs.

His physical strength was comparable to that of a humanoid vicious beast.

“But…”

Su Yu frowned slightly.

“There are still two things I’m missing.”

The first:

A martial art focused on movement!

As the saying went, speed was the ultimate advantage.

No matter how high his attack power or how strong his defenses were, it would all be useless if he couldn’t hit his enemies—or if he couldn’t escape when surrounded by a group of powerful opponents.

Back in Jiang City, Lin Xiaoxiao had taught him a dodging footwork technique called the Returning Swallow.

But its grade was too low.

And he hadn’t taken it seriously when learning it.

Now that his combat strength was already comparable to a Martial Emperor’s, using a Yellow-grade footwork technique was like driving a heavy tank while attempting to drift.

Not only would he be unable to bring out his speed, but the tremendous strength of his physical body would actually crush the technique’s principles of exerting force beneath his feet!

He needed a top-tier movement technique for chasing people—or escaping with his life!

Preferably a Heaven-grade technique!

The second:

A martial art for concealment!

This was his most urgent need at present!

Su Yu took a deep breath.

The concealment technique he currently cultivated was still the Breath-Concealing Art he had gotten for free from Jiang City’s martial arts library back then.

It was only a mid-tier Earth-grade technique.

Although he had used the system to deduce it to perfection, Earth-grade was still Earth-grade!

Its upper limit had long since been fixed!

Previously, when Su Yu’s qi and blood amounted to only a thousand units, the Breath-Concealing Art had been enough to perfectly suppress his aura to the level of 0.8—a useless cripple.

But what about now?

His body contained a full one hundred and twenty thousand units of crystalized qi and blood!

After being compressed twice, each unit possessed a quality comparable to ten million units of ordinary qi and blood. It was terrifying energy on an entirely different level!

Using a mid-tier Earth-grade technique to conceal the fluctuations of energy equivalent to tens of millions of units of ordinary qi and blood?

That was like trying to wrap a volcano on the verge of erupting in a single thin sheet of paper!

It simply couldn’t contain it!

The reason Nie Changkong had been able to see through his one hundred and twenty thousand units of qi and blood at a glance outside the gates of the Capital Martial University was that the Breath-Concealing Art had already been pushed beyond its limits.

It could no longer suppress him!

That crystalized qi and blood was like a searchlight in the darkness, conspicuous to the senses of a Martial Emperor.

“Nie Changkong told me to keep a low profile.”

“He told me to hide my one hundred and twenty thousand units of qi and blood at all costs.”

Su Yu opened his eyes, a trace of helplessness flashing through their depths.

“But what am I supposed to use to hide it?”

“Without a Heaven-grade concealment technique, the moment I walk out of this apartment, even if I casually encounter a Grandmaster, they might see through my true strength!”

Once his one hundred and twenty thousand units of qi and blood were exposed, combined with the fact that he was only eighteen years old, the lunatics of the Abyssal Cult would definitely send Martial Kings—or even Martial Emperors—to assassinate him at any cost!

He had to replace his techniques!

Movement and concealment.

Both had to be upgraded to Heaven-grade!

Su Yu raised his wrist and activated his tactical terminal.

He entered the Capital Martial University’s internal network and opened the catalog of the Library Pavilion.

As a special-grade freshman, he had the same access privileges as a department dean.

Su Yu quickly scrolled through the internal catalog of the university’s Library Pavilion.

His eyes settled on two techniques.

[Thunder Shadow Starlight Steps, Heaven-grade mid-tier movement technique.]

[Great Abyss Breath-Concealing Art, Heaven-grade mid-tier concealment technique.]

As a special-grade freshman, he had permission to borrow both techniques directly.

He didn’t even need to spend academic credits. They were completely free.

Su Yu extended a finger, hovering over the virtual “Confirm Borrowing” button.

He paused for two seconds.

Then he decisively shut down the terminal.

Free was free.

But no matter how good a technique was, he still had to be capable of learning it.

Su Yu had an exceptionally clear understanding of his own comprehension.

Without the system’s deductions and millions of years of painstaking effort, merely relying on himself to comprehend a Heaven-grade technique…

Even if he practiced until his next life, he probably wouldn’t be able to grasp more than its skin.

And now, all the cash in his hands had already been spent.

He had no money.

Borrowing them would be useless.

“Just wait.”

Su Yu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Wait for the Chen family.”

One hundred billion.

As long as the money arrived, let alone a Heaven-grade mid-tier technique—even if it were a God-grade technique, he could instantly pile resources into it until it reached Grand Perfection!

With that thought, Su Yu emptied his mind and sank into a deep sleep.

…

The next morning.

The doorbell of the freshman apartments rang.

Su Yu opened the door.

Nie Changkong stood outside, dressed in a black robe with a stern expression.

Without any unnecessary words, he walked straight into the living room.

He casually tossed a dark-red identification document onto the coffee table.

“Your new identity.”

Nie Changkong pulled out a chair and sat down, pouring himself a glass of water.

“Special Assistant to the Vice President of Capital Martial University.”

“The records have already been entered directly into Great Xia’s highest-level confidential database. Apart from me and the principal, no one can find out your true background.”

“Whether you’re accepting bounty missions or buying and selling resources on the black market, this identity will withstand any investigation.”

Su Yu picked up the identification document and glanced at it.

His name had been changed to “Su Yuan.”

The photograph had been processed using special technology. The contours of his face appeared colder, harder, and more mature. It still resembled his original appearance by about seventy percent, but his entire bearing was completely different.

“Thank you, Vice President.”

Su Yu put the identification document away.

“Don’t thank me just yet.”

Nie Changkong set down his glass and flipped his wrist.

A jade slip radiating an ancient gray light appeared in his palm.

Smack.

He pressed the jade slip onto the table.

“The Myriad Forms Origin Concealment Art.”

Nie Changkong stared at Su Yu, his tone unusually solemn.

“A Heaven-grade top-tier concealment technique!”

“This is something from my private treasury. Apart from me, no one in the entire Capital Martial University has ever cultivated it.”

Nie Changkong knew that Su Yu possessed a terrifying one hundred and twenty thousand units of qi and blood.

An ordinary concealment technique wouldn’t be able to contain energy equivalent to tens of millions of units of ordinary qi and blood.

Once it was exposed, death would be certain.

“Learn it as quickly as possible!”

Nie Changkong tapped his fingers against the tabletop.

“This technique is obscure and difficult to understand, but with your comprehension, you should be able to touch the threshold within ten days to half a month.”

“Until you’ve entered the threshold and completely concealed that immense qi and blood of yours…”

“You are not allowed to accept any bounty missions!”

“And you’re absolutely forbidden from leaving Capital Martial University!”

Su Yu picked up the gray jade slip.

Feeling the profound concealment-based Dao insights within it, he nodded.

“Understood.”

Just then, a series of extremely restrained knocks sounded from outside the apartment door.

Nie Changkong frowned slightly and swept the area with his mental power.

“They arrived rather quickly.”

“Go open the door. Your money god has arrived.”

Su Yu walked over and pulled open the door.

Outside stood two figures.

At the front was a middle-aged man dressed in a dark-gold robe, his face dignified and imposing.

A Martial King-level powerhouse and head of the Chen family—Chen Tiannan.

And behind him, Chen Feng, a second-tier grandmaster, was hunching his neck like a quail.

His once-handsome face was now swollen into a purplish-red pig’s head. Clearly, he had just been given a vicious beating.